The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Gin sat in the Porsche, staring at the port with only a few lights from a distance of dozens of meters. The long siren echoed in the deserted streets. Four or five police cars drove into his field of vision and stopped at the port. at each entrance.

After another twenty or thirty minutes, the police who rushed into the cargo area surrounded Goro Akechi and came out.

Goro Akechi's face was serious and heavy. He crossed his arms and kept talking to the policemen around him. He looked at the policemen nodding frequently, as if they were exchanging opinions.

The blood-stained female pistol in his hand was carefully taken by the police officer next to him and put into the evidence bag.

"Brother, it seems that Kumel handled the situation well." Vodka said, turning around to wait for Gin's next instructions.

Of course they didn't stay here to watch the show.

Gin's emails have been sent to all parts of Tokyo, and the secret figures have set out to clean up the assets and traces left by Miyano Akemi, ensuring that the organization's presence in this matter is eliminated, and that there are no inappropriate ones. things flow out.

The reason why I stayed near the port was to observe the aftermath of Akechi Goro.

Although this young man has had the code name for some time and his work ability seems to have been online, his main job is still to contact Bourbon. Although he has interacted with Gin several times, Gin never listens to other people's judgments. For people, hearing is false and seeing is true.

If this kid couldn't dispose of a corpse and aroused the police's suspicion, then Gin would have killed him on the spot before the police handcuffed him away, so as not to have to silence him.

However, this trial experience, Gin is quite satisfactory.

He works neatly and neatly, with quick hands and feet, and has a lot of strange words, but his actions are very fast and effective. Whether it is a tracking mission or the final two-gun sniper attack in a no-light environment, his performance is remarkable.

He seems to be quite good at dealing with the aftermath. Looking at him surrounded by police, it doesn't look like he was exposed and arrested. Instead, he seems to be the talker, standing in the center of attention and calmly directing something. .

"I think I have some ability." Although it is a bit expensive - damn, I have learned some shit from following Bourbon, but it is indeed suitable, and Gin no longer looks at Akechi Goro's coquettish look that enjoys being sought after by everyone. , lit a cigarette, raised his chin bleakly, "Let's go, there is still a problem to deal with in the police station."

Vodka nodded, turned the steering wheel in a jerky manner, and moved away from the police officer and his pretentious puppy coin colleagues who still made him uncomfortable.

The low-key black Porsche drove into the dim street. On the other side of the road, in the opposite direction, a little boy on a skateboard quickly slid across the empty sidewalk, passing by the car with its high beams on. , rushing towards the dock illuminated by police lights.

Conan hurriedly scooped up the nearly dead skateboard into his arms, ran towards the police, and immediately noticed Goro Akechi standing among them.

This is that new, somewhat strange detective. Why is he here...?

This thought briefly slipped through his mind, and Conan had no time to think about these small issues. His attention was immediately attracted by the increasingly clear sounds of conversation.

"... There are surveillance cameras at the entrance and exit of the port. You can check it, but in short, I am sure that I heard the sound of a sniper gun... Officer, you may not know the environment in which I grew up and the movement caused by guns. I will I still have some confidence in my judgment." Goro Akechi crossed his arms seriously and emphasized repeatedly, "I called the police as soon as I discovered the blood stains and conducted on-site evidence collection. The camera has been handed over to you."

The questioning policeman rubbed the back of his head with a headache.

They were police officers from a nearby police station. Due to the population density, this was the first time a violent incident involving shooting occurred in their jurisdiction. Although they rushed to the scene as quickly as possible after receiving the police, they were not familiar with the process of such an incident. Everyone was jerky and confused.

"Anyway, I still want to thank you for your help, Mr. Mingzhi." The young policeman touched his nose and laughed twice awkwardly, "Because blood stains were found at the scene, we have notified the officers of the First Search Division, uh, it may be necessary Please wait a little longer."

"I understand, it's very hard to work overtime so late... Huh? Where did this kid come from?" Pretending to not notice Conan approaching until now, Tang Ze lowered his head and looked at the policeman standing next to him. A primary school student said, "It's so late, how could a child come to a place like this alone?"

Following his words, everyone's eyes finally turned to Conan who had sneaked in unknowingly.

If Karasawa, who was driving the map, hadn't clearly witnessed the Death Tarot getting closer and closer, he might not have been able to notice it.

No wonder the skill gives you "aura masking"... It's a really powerful ability in a sense, Conan.

"Little brother, how did you get here?" The surrounding police officers came over one after another, and unconsciously switched to the voice of the children, "Tell brothers, what is your name? Do you know where you live?" Where?"

"Have you ever seen a young woman come here? She is about 20 years old. She may be wearing sunglasses or a mask." Conan, who had no interest in pretending to be a child for the time being and had been looking for Hirota Masami for most of the day, eagerly grabbed one. The police officer's sleeve said, "I have been looking for her for a long time. She may be related to the 1 billion robbery. It is very important!"

Conan used his six or seven-year-old face to say such mature sentences, which seemed very inconsistent and made the policemen squatting around him laugh.

"Kid, are you playing a detective game?"

"Don't disturb my brothers' work. Come on, let's go over there first..."

No one took what he said seriously, and some police officers asked their colleagues to find some mineral water and snacks to see if they could take the child to the police station to find his parents.

"Young women..." Only Goro Akechi touched his chin and pondered, "If it is a young woman. Officer, can you bring over the few items I just collected?"

"Hey, but..."

"Let this child identify it." Goro Akechi nodded firmly, "Since he can accurately identify the young woman wearing sunglasses, this child may really know something. Let's give it a try. Anyway, we don't have a clue yet. "

Conan, who was almost dragged away by the police, nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and quickly ran behind Goro Akechi, fearing that he would be dragged away accidentally by the enthusiastic police.

He raised his head with some gratitude and glanced at Akechi Goro.

He is another detective who is willing to listen to children. As expected, he is better than high school detectives and will not take what he says as a joke like those adults.

Goro Akechi gave him a friendly and gentle smile.

The policeman who went to get the things came back. He hesitated again and again, fearing that the blood-stained things would frighten the children. He first took out two things in a transparent evidence bag and showed them in front of Conan.

Using the headlights of the police car, Conan saw these two things clearly at once, and his face suddenly became ugly.

A pair of very large sunglasses, and a pair of patent leather fish-mouth high heels with a very familiar style.

"Miss Yami..." Conan gritted his teeth, grabbed the evidence box containing the evidence in the police's hand, jumped up and looked into the box.

There was also a small pistol in the box, a bunched fur coat, a plain petticoat... They were all stained with blood.

Chapter 2 It’s still a little late QAQ The author hasn’t eaten yet