The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Ehara Tokio burped, and watched the two girls standing opposite each other with disgusted expressions getting off the elevator on the 17th floor. They quickly left his sight, snorted coldly, and leaned against the elevator car, bored. He stared at the beating LCD screen.

"Smelly bitch..." He cursed and fiddled with the gold chain around his neck, "That woman is too, damn, a bitch who looks down on others..."

His ex-wife's decisive departure had dealt a heavy blow to his self-esteem, and today, seeing her appear glamorous again, walking through the crowd in sexy clothes, that resentment once again enveloped him.

He drank one cup after another, making himself swaying, and the anger in his chest became more and more intense.

"You wait, wait until I get the virus..."

After seeing the news about the "Night Baron" virus, Ehara Tokio's excitement was beyond words.

When he arrived at the venue and saw the other contestants, he almost laughed out loud.

What are all the things here? The children and high school students who were not in the situation, the old man who was dying...except for the detective who appeared unexpectedly, the remaining candidates made him want to laugh.

How can a group of idiots who don't understand the situation understand the true power of the "Night Baron"?

Its method of erasing data cannot be achieved by technical means at all... He has seen with his own eyes how it can reduce a sophisticated electronic instrument into a metal scrap that has lost its basic functions.

This is something that is far ahead of the current era. It is a miracle that cannot be cracked and cannot be achieved by current computer technology.

If such a thing can fall into one's hands, even if one does not understand its principle, as long as one can master it...

In his drunken thoughts, he walked out of the elevator with empty steps. He dug around in his pocket for a long time with drunken eyes, and finally took out the room card and opened the door.

After stumbling into the toilet and draining the water, Ehara Tokio turned on the light in the bedroom and fell on the big bed.

When he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, a strong cool breeze woke him up again.

The wind was fast and strong, carrying the smell of salty and humid sea water. It caused Tokio Ehara to curse angrily, stand up again, walk over and close the terrace door.

After closing the two glass doors and closing the floor-to-ceiling curtains, a thought suddenly flashed through his alcohol-narcotized brain.

No, when he just entered, was the balcony door open?

Cold sweat broke out on his back. Jiang Yuanshi had sobered up a little. He slowly turned around and looked into the spacious room.

"What, you scared me..." There was no one in the room behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and laughed at his own suspicion, and prepared to lie back on the bed and continue to sleep.

"You seem disappointed that you didn't see me?"

A male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Ah!" His mind had just relaxed after being tense, and he was at the most unsuspecting stage. This voice directly broke Ehara Tokio's mental preparation, causing him to let out a miserable scream and fall to the ground.

Wearing a floor-length black cloak, surrounded by a tall stand-up collar and top hat, there was a pale and strange smiling face.

"Dark Night Baron..." Raising his hands to protect his face, Ehara Tokio shivered and moved back, "Are you, the organizer?"

"Hmph, who knows." From the only hole in the mask, you can see a pair of faintly golden, cat-like pupils, placed on this exaggerated and weird smile, which makes people's hearts tremble. "You seem to be very... Want to see me...Ehara Tokio."

After gasping for breath twice, Ehara Tokio glared fiercely and yelled with an inward look: "What the hell are you pretending to be? By the way, you are the organizer. You must have an agreement with the hotel to enter other people's rooms at will...bastard!"

The Night Baron tilted his head, and the appearance that covered all his features had a strange and inhuman feeling: "When I said you wanted to see me, I didn't mean to say that you were the organizer of the 'Mysterious Journey'... you have met me." Night Baron's, right? Isn't it amazing how effective it is?"

"You really have mastered that thing..." Ehara Tokio stood up holding the chair beside him, his expression became fanatical, "You really have that kind of virus! Then you have seen its power, right? Then It’s a terrifying power that doesn’t belong to this era at all! It can destroy all data, no, it can destroy all electronic products and all electrical appliances!”

With the increasingly exaggerated murmurs in his mouth, he seemed to have forgotten the fear of being frightened. He stepped forward and grabbed the Night Baron's cloak.

"You know, this is an omnipotent power! If you take it out without any scruples, it can set human civilization back a century!" Tokio Ehara was so excited that he grabbed the Night Baron's loose robe and said, He leaned closer to the cat-like golden eyes and said, "You found me because I understand it, right? I am the collaborator you need. Believe me, as long as I have it, we can join forces to kidnap the entire world, kidnap the entire world." civilization!"

The pair of deep golden pupils focused on his red face and slowly rotated along with his movements.

Ehara Tokio was a little unwilling to get a response, thinking that the other person was not impressed by him, so he pulled the slippery fabric toward him, trying to grab the other person's arm or torso to further tell him his plan.

Then he touched a piece of cold metal.

The emotional Ehara Tokio couldn't react in time and lowered his head blankly.

He saw a gun equipped with a silencer, raised by a gloved hand, passed through the broad black robe, and pointed at his face.

"Don't move, Mr. Jiangyuan, you don't want to know whether it is true or false." Under the mask of the Night Baron, the magnetic male voice came again. Tokio Ehara woke up, "You are indeed a suitable candidate. In the dark, isolated from the world, not knowing day and night, living a life worse than death... I really want to see with my own eyes how ugly you will be by then."

"You..." Tokio Ehara was confused and timid at the same time. He quickly backed away from him, bumped into the armchair, and sat down awkwardly, "What are you going to do! You are...!" "

"Don't you want to see the 'power beyond this era'?" Pointing the gun at him motionlessly, the Night Baron let out two hoarse laughs, "I want to play a game with you. How about just Let’s make a bet. Guess, can I fit a 189cm tall man into a 32-inch suitcase?”

189, which is exactly the height data of Ehara Tokio.

Understanding the cold message hidden in his words, Tokio Ehara's hands and feet were cold.

He wanted to push himself to stand up, open the door and run out to ask for help. However, he felt an unspeakable sleepiness and exhaustion, spreading down his spine and to his limbs.

His intense fear gradually calmed down in this sleepiness, and everything around him slowly calmed down, like a peaceful lullaby.

As if he was back in his mother's arms, a calm sleepiness enveloped him, allowing him to relax all his muscles and joints and fall backwards.

The last scene in his eyes was the Night Baron slowly approaching.

"Since you don't answer, let me speak first." The black robe that reached the floor made a rustling sound on the carpet in the room, and those golden eyes looked down at his empty face from top to bottom, " I guess I can do that.”