The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Thank you for taking the time to come out of your busy schedule. My father admired your father's novels very much during his lifetime and once said that it was a pity that he could not encounter such a work at the peak of his career as a director..."

"Your father is a world-renowned director. My father and I like his works very much." Tang Ze held the hand of the woman standing at the entrance chatting with the guests, and glanced down at Conan, who was looking around and observing all the people coming and going. , shook his head secretly, and put on his social smile again.

The detective's problem sets in really quickly

"Who is this kid?" The woman's gaze turned to Conan, who was looking around.

Tangze's eyes drifted for a moment, and he remembered many classic plots in the original work, and blurted out: "This is the second child born to my parents in the United States, Conan."

Conan shuddered and looked at his side face with horrifying eyes.

"That's it. No wonder it looks a bit like you."

Tang Ze paused for two seconds, controlled his smile, moved closer to the woman, and said softly: "We hope that this child can grow up quietly and low-key. As you know, our family is the subject of much attention from the news. Please also You must keep it a secret.”

"Oh, I understand, I understand," the woman looked at Conan with sparkling gossip eyes, covering the excited curve of her mouth with her black-gloved hand, "For more than ten years, your parents' feelings are really amazing. Envy."

"Oh, by the way, the situation here..."

"Well, Mr. Yusaku said that you are assisting the police in a secret investigation and do not disclose your whereabouts to the media. You are really young and promising."

"You flatter me……"

A string of social expressions came out of his mouth skillfully, and the two of them exchanged pleasantries back and forth. Conan, who wanted to protest, could only fold his arms and stare.

Don't add strange character settings to him without authorization. What does a second child born in the United States mean?

Moreover, Joker puts his face in his face, looks like a social butterfly who is good at dancing and has many friends. He really looks like a playboy, which is very annoying.

Thinking about this, Conan looked around without confidence to make sure that no one would pay attention to this place. He was secretly glad that Yuanzi was not too interested in this kind of high-class cocktail party where people from the literary and artistic circles gathered political figures. Otherwise, if she saw her, she would turn around and Xiaolan there……

He tugged on the opponent's trouser leg, indicating that the joker was almost done, and he would be annoyed if he continued.

Then again, Joker's acting skills are very good, to the extent that he can temporarily deceive Mao Lilan, who is very familiar with him... His behavior, which is far from his own, is probably not deliberately causing trouble.

Feeling an increasingly strong tug on his trouser legs, Karasawa reached out and grabbed Conan, squeezing his arm hard.

Got it, stop pulling it off, pull your pants off again.

I'm not afraid of embarrassment, I'm using your face now.

The two people were secretly competing with each other, but in the eyes of the woman opposite, this was a harmonious scene of brothers and sisters.

"Look at me, Conan-kun must be impatient with waiting, right?" The woman smiled. This was a smile that Karasawa was somewhat familiar with. It reminded him of the female host of Nippon TV Station, Nagai Ayako, Karasawa It was as if she could see the pen in her head rapidly recording new gossip, and then she took the autograph book with satisfaction, "Just sign here."

Tang Ze picked up the pen that was placed on the table, flipped it over briefly, and asked pretending to be curious: "It seems like you don't sign in in order. Is there anything special about this?"

"Today's cocktail party will have a speech selection session. We distributed handkerchiefs of different colors to the guests." The woman picked up the square handkerchief folded next to it, handed it to Tang Ze, and said with a smile, "This This is for you. Please sign your name here."

Tang Ze glanced at the violet handkerchief in her hand, nodded, and took it.

"It's a very interesting design. Is this a suggestion based on Director Sakemaki's masterpiece "Rainbow Colored Handkerchief"?" Karasawa, who had never seen the movie, took the script and rambled seriously, "Thank you, Purple and I are here today. The clothes match well and I feel like I will have good luck.”

The woman who had been complimented on her plan smiled gracefully and watched as he picked up the pen and inscribed the four characters "Kudo Shinichi" in the next column next to Kenzo Masayama's name.

Conan watched in silence as he skillfully folded the handkerchief and inserted it into the left breast pocket of his suit. He then picked up the roster and read for a while a few Chinese characters that were completely different from his own handwriting.

For some reason, while Joker was writing, he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat and had an uneasy premonition.

……Why is this?

Tang Ze was arranging the handkerchief slowly, his eyes were attracted by the movement behind him, and he turned his head to look over.

"Mr. Tunkou, the Daily Mail Morning Post broke the news that you were suspected of accepting bribes, which led to the subway project quality inspection failing to meet standards, resulting in many safety accidents on the newly built and extended lines in the past three years..."

"Regarding the rumors of improper financial transactions between you and many car companies, do you have anything to explain to the public..."

"... incident, the police said they are investigating and collecting evidence..."

"...Mr. Tunkou, Mr. Tunkou!"

The noisy crowd, combined with the rapid flashing lights, illuminated the front door of the hall brightly.

Surrounded by microphones and cameras, Tonkou Shigehiko could no longer hold on to the friendly smile on his face. He could only bend his eyes as much as possible to hide the viciousness in his eyes.

Karasawa watched silently as this hypocritical politician spoke clichés in a cold sweat, then looked over his shoulder and looked at "Akechi Goro" who was standing a few steps behind him.

If Goro Akechi realized something, he also raised his head, saw his face at this moment, and curled up the corners of his mouth, slightly diluting the gloomy smell on his body.

"Okay, let's go in, Conan." Withdrawing his gaze, Tang Ze took hold of him and stared at Conan, who was swallowing his tongue.

The meaning of Joker's words is that he can only be sent here, and he will be happy next.

If Conan realized something, he looked back at Yankou Zhongyan again, as if he understood something.

"...Is he a member of the organization? Or a target?" Conan lowered his voice and raised his wrist to look at the dial.

It's 18:00 sharp now.

When Joker saw the person coming at the door, he made it clear that he wanted to retreat, which is really hard not to think of.

In the past two days, he had memorized the information that Haiyuan had gone through again and again, and he recognized this middle-aged man almost immediately.

Tunkou Zhongyan was also one of those people. Because of the bribery scandal, various rumors about him were rampant.

His request for bribes seems to be real, and it was exposed by the news, which perfectly meets the conditions of being silenced before being arrested.

In this way, the reason why the organization arranged for people to complete the assassination at the cocktail party became clear.

He has been closely watched by the media these days, with the organization's tendency to explode and set fires at every turn. When they usually silence him, the noise is too great. It is true that they have hired specialized personnel to carry out more covert and precise assassinations. need.

Conan's brain was running rapidly, and Karasawa, who had already reached the bathroom area, let go of the hand that had been holding him.

"I have to go." Without giving Conan an answer, Tangze raised his hand, "Pay attention to safety and proceed with caution. Pay attention to changes in the venue, and I will also find a way to pay attention here. I'm waiting for your good news, detective ,Bye~"

With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a piece of black cloth from somewhere and waved it in front of him like magic.

With Conan's height, he couldn't see clearly what the person behind the cloth was doing. When the silky black cloth slowly fell down, he saw the suit that Joker had just worn neatly stacked on the ground.

...I don’t know when he took off his clothes. Did he take off his clothes so quickly?

Also, everyone is so familiar with each other, so if you want to leave, you can leave. There has to be a whole exit ceremony, right?

Conan wordlessly waved away the cloth at his feet, bent down and picked up the suit on the ground.

In the breast pocket of the suit, the purple handkerchief originally inserted there was replaced with a red and black card.

"Because this suit is yours, and I'm wearing my own suit. Haha."

Conan clenched his non-existent back molars and resisted the urge to crush the small card into a ball and smash it out.

No wonder you didn't listen to his opinion and insisted on choosing that suit... So couldn't you just wear it over here? It would be fun to trick him once, right?

Also, you have to use cards for this kind of message. Did you print too many to send out the notice letter and leave them everywhere?

Forget it, don't be angry, who told him to call joker over to help...

So the missing purple handkerchief was temporarily ignored by the detective classmate who swallowed his anger and suppressed his complaints.

Chapter 2 is recommended on the 3rd after 0:00 ヾ( @^▽^ @)ノ, hehehe