The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Glancing at the noisy arena on Karasawa's side, Hoshikawa Hui tried to speed up his progress.

But the interior design of the arena completely followed the Roman Colosseum. The top stands were the lowest-level seats for ordinary freedmen, and the overcrowded stands were filled with shadows.

The two people who didn't dare to cause a conflict could only slowly find a gap in the crowd, and they couldn't move faster.

"...Is that Miyano Shiho?" Glancing at the stands below from the gap, Hoshikawa Teru sharply spotted a distinctive fluffy short hair and pointed to Miyano Akemi.

Hearing her sister's name, Miyano Akemi subconsciously turned her head, and then she saw Miyano Shiho wearing a wrap skirt in the auditorium below.

Considering her dress and position, perhaps in Kenzo Masama's mind, the daughter of his former friend had some status.

"It is indeed Shiho." Upon discovering this, Miyano Akemi blinked sharply, squeezed to the edge of the railing of the stand, and looked down along the high wall that separated the stand area, "Isn't it possible that these people in the stadium 'People' are all Kenzo Masama's memories of the members of the organization, right?"

"It's very possible. Since he even puts the petri dishes in the underground passages with the grassroots of the organization that he despises..." Xingchuan Hui, who also realized this, also stopped.

The purpose of their trip was not to completely open up this palace, but to obtain as much information as possible.

The normal palace strategy sequence is to first find out the specific location of the secret treasure, then send a warning letter to the real person, prompting the secret treasure in his palace to show a concrete form, and then steal the secret treasure to achieve the goal of making people lose their ability. The effect of distorting roots.

It is impossible for them to change the minds of code-named members of the organization at this juncture with great fanfare. The purpose of going deep into the palace is mainly to use waste.

If used properly, this method of obtaining information that one cannot even detect may be more effective than changing one's mind.

Anyway, Masama Kenzo's death is imminent, Karasawa said.

With this in mind, Xingchuan Hui simply took out his mobile phone and took a few photos towards the stands below.

On Tangze's side, he said that it didn't matter how long he delayed, but that he should first collect the information he could.

"Kenzo Masuyama really divides the people in the organization into three, six or nine grades, right?" After confirming that Hoshikawa Teru had captured all the people below, Miyano Akemi glanced at many of the people below with a complicated mood, which she felt looked familiar. "Considering the Roman Colosseum, the closer one is to the Colosseum, the higher the status will be."

Hoshikawa Hui, who was moving forward again, heard this and glanced at the VIP seat that was closest to the infield and was carved from a single piece of marble.

"In that case, sister Akemi, tell me, Masayama Kenzo, has he ever seen the boss?"

Miyano Akemi also thought of this and couldn't help but cast her eyes on the high seat in the center of the field.

The shadow Kenzo Masama is Caesar himself, and he is currently in the extremely gorgeous marble-gold altar in the center of the venue, which is also the destination of their actions at the moment.

According to Karasawa's speculation, generally speaking, the state of the palace is consistent with his cognition in reality.

For example, if there is a door in the palace that cannot be broken through in any case, there is a high probability that in the person's consciousness, this door is "unopenable". If he wants to unlock the blockade, he has to open it in front of him in reality. door, thereby giving him the impression that the door is open, so that he can proceed.

Therefore, Mashan Ken and the others should be in a well-protected safe house, so that he is surrounded by a heavily guarded altar and will not show up at all.

They formulated a simple action plan. Karasawa was responsible for sneaking into the slaves and appearing as a gladiator, attracting the attention of most of the shadows, especially Kenzo Masayama; then the two of them approached the altar link from the top stand. Go to the chains on the outer walls on both sides and destroy them to dismantle the defensive walls outside the altar.

Since he is not in the stands, the one in the center of the VIP seats...

"Want to take a look?" Hoshikawa Teru looked at Miyano Akemi inquiringly.

Miyano Akemi's fingers twitched slightly.

One of the organization's biggest secrets, sitting right in front of them?

In fact, even if we couldn't see the true face of the boss, the VIP seats must have included many of the organization's real senior figures and the investors behind it...

She took a deep breath, glanced at Karasawa, who was fighting with the knight-like familiar in the field, and turned her head away.

"Forget it, Karasawa is still trying to buy us time, so let's proceed according to the original plan." Miyano Akemi breathed out and made up her mind, "Kasawa would also think of this kind of thing, so just keep those secrets." Let him uncover it."

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Tang Ze, who had been dancing around the court in a flashy way for more than ten or twenty minutes, was actually not interested in this issue.

Karasawa has little enthusiasm for the possibility of uncovering one of the biggest secrets in the world of science.

No matter how long the original author has been keeping secrets, or how he has tried to make things up, if we get to the bottom of it, the boss is most likely Karasuma Renya himself...

Rather than saying that his identity is a secret, it is better to say that why he has survived until now is the secret itself.

As for this issue, the Riddler Ai Haihara should be tortured. Kenzo Masama may not know as much as she does.

Having said that, Karasawa still dutifully observed the VIP seats not far from him while fighting.

These may all be his future colleagues, so it’s always a good idea to get familiar with their faces first.

Ah, this beauty with blond hair and big waves must be Chris Wynyard, that is, Belmode himself, right? She is worthy of being a world-renowned movie queen. Even if Kenzo Masayama gave her a nondescript Cleopatra identity, it would not hinder the charm she exudes in every gesture.

Since Belmod is Cleopatra...then the one next to her wearing a purple-decorated toga, could it be Calvados?

Anthony, right? That’s really cool. Kenzo Masama knows Roman history.

Ah, if you think about it this way, could it be that he had a crush on Belmode...?

It’s really hard to say, after all, the age of this ageless witch is a mystery. Maybe when the two of them met, Masuyama Kenzo was not as old as he is now...

Tangze, who was paddling and fighting while thinking wildly, was making up gossip for Black Fang in his mind. As he looked at it, he suddenly felt that something was missing.

Hey, counting over and over again, are there any organization members missing from this VIP table...

Right, where's the gin?

Before Tangze could look for Gin in the arena, a rapid "dang-dang" sound broke through the chaotic and noisy sound and resounded throughout the arena.

At the high point of the altar, Kenzo Masuyama, who had returned to his prime appearance, walked up to the high place with a pair of golden eyes guarded by the surrounding soldiers and looked in the direction of Karasawa.

He raised his hand high and waved it down again.

Without waiting for Tang Ze to react, several cavalrymen galloped towards him. Tang Ze subconsciously turned back to avoid the path of the shadows, and then saw Billie, who he had been toying with for a long time, being pierced by the spears in the hands of two cavalrymen.

The familiar, which was clearly composed of the power of shadows, spurted out a piece of bright red plasma with these few stabs, and let out a desperate scream as the cavalry charged.

The scene was brutal and there was a huge amount of blood.

Tang Ze frowned and caught the blood splashing around him. Without caring about hygiene issues, he directly brought it to his nose and smelled it, then stuck out his tongue and licked it.

"Bah..." He spat, wiped his mouth that was filled with bitterness, and frowned, "Damn it, why is it wine?"

This "plasma" looked like blood, and it smelled like it, with a fishy-sweet smell of rust. But as soon as it entered his mouth, the familiar pungency of alcohol made Tangze frown and couldn't let go.

He has given up drinking for so long...but he can't lose his success because of such a trivial matter...

Damn it, just because you are a winery, you can’t spray the bar because of the shadow of your palace. What’s the point?

Chapter 2: Maybe it will be too late

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