The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Tang Ze pulled his gaze back a little, carefully searching the crowd for the chestnut hair he just saw.

He is particularly sensitive to this kind of hair color now, and he always feels like he is frightened if he looks at Xingchuan Hui more than once.

If Gin was limping twice more, Gin would be fine, and he would have suffered a nervous breakdown.

While he squinted his eyes and kept looking at the guests, Belmod retracted his gaze towards the door and suppressed the smile on his lips.

At first glance, he appears to be a very gentle and approachable young man...perhaps he has indeed inherited some of the qualities of his father, a politician.

With a deceptive appearance, a deep and insidious character, and a communicative skill that can easily gain the love and trust of others, if Shigehiko Tonkou chooses to train this illegitimate son well, he might become a politician who can climb higher than him.

She is also the type that she hates quite a lot.

Rotten on the inside, glamorous on the outside, isn't it enough to have a monster like her created by the organization?

Moreover, Bourbon and him are now lurking downstairs in the Maori Detective Agency. Kumail has even put on a false skin and used a gentle and approachable face to become a very trusted classmate of Angel...

With many dark thoughts running through his heart, the smile that belonged to Chris Wynyard on Belmod's face became more and more elegant.

And Tang Ze finally found the owner of the chestnut hair.

Tsk, Hui Yuan Ai really came running.

The little girl was wearing a hooded top and covered her mouth and nose with a mask. She was timidly trying to completely wrap her chestnut hair with the brim of the hat.

But no matter how hard she tried, a child dressed incompatible with the scene was still much more conspicuous than expected.

What is the principle? Did she leave Conan's surroundings, so Conan's "invisibility buff" can no longer cover her?

Thinking about the outrageous guess, Tang Ze pretended that nothing happened, continued to observe at the same speed, and looked at the next guest.

There is a high probability that Pisco does not recognize him - this is inferred from the situation in his palace.

Except for Gin's outrageous accident, there are well-known (physical) shadows in the Pisco Hall. Except for his family members, they are all members of the organization.

Judging from the fact that he had no impression of Kumail, Akechi Goro or Karasawa, Kumail's plan to disguise himself as Karasawa was surprisingly kept secret at a very high level.

Although the organization's confidentiality is just that, just listen, but this shows that his identity is more or less a secret in the organization.

That's fine, that's fine. For this leaky organization, the fewer people know about it, the safer it is.

Belmode, on the contrary, Karasawa guessed that she must have a deep understanding of the identity she forged.

Although he plagiarized a bit of the relationship between Bermod and Miyano Shiho when acting, Karasawa couldn't be sure of her attitude based on just such a few similarities.

Even if he doesn't know Conan's true identity, just watching him use a false identity to act around Mao Lilan, it would be good if Belmod can not kill him.

At this moment, standing opposite Belmode, he must not act rashly.

With that flash of light, Pisco's death was a foregone conclusion, it was just a matter of how and where he died.

Miyano Shiho is the secret of Haibara Ai, and with his death, he will temporarily sink to the bottom of the water, waiting for the next storm.

Therefore, instead of contacting Haiyuan Ai as soon as possible and taking her away from everyone's sight, the priority should now be to protect the identity of the vest and ensure that Pisco dies as soon as possible.

If Pisco had said any unnecessary nonsense before he died...

Then don't blame him and send him on his way in person.

With the unpretentious murderous intention tumbling in his heart, a sunny smile broke out on Tang Ze's face. He stood up straight and looked at Takagi Wataru and others beside him.

"Sorry to interrupt everyone's questioning." Karasawa spoke softly, "But I think we can narrow down the scope of suspicion... We can indeed let the other guests leave, Officer Megure."

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"Oh, you are from Mr. Kudo's family..." The receptionist at the front desk was still impressed by the child who came with his brother this afternoon. After saying half a sentence, she looked around, covered her mouth, and whispered, "Why? Don’t you want your brother to come?”

Because that "brother" who was useless and spread rumors ran away first...

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Conan raised the handkerchief in his hand with a smile.

"My...brother is still inside and hasn't come out. The police uncles said that you can't go out casually. I picked up a purple handkerchief. I don't know who lost it. In the afternoon, when I saw my brother's signature, he was pressed. Can you help me look up their names according to the color categories of the handkerchiefs? I'll return them to them."

"Oh, that's right." Nodding in understanding, the welcome guest took out the sign-in list and quickly looked through it.

"Are these handkerchiefs all colored? Are they collected in order?" While she was searching, Conan hurriedly interjected to confirm.

"Yes, we originally planned to select guests holding handkerchiefs of specific colors to deliver speeches at the end of the memorial service." The greeter turned to the corresponding position, crossed his fingers over each name, and muttered something in a low voice, "Well , this group has left due to conflicting schedules...so has this lady, and this..."

Conan grabbed the velvet-covered countertop and followed her fingertips with his eyes, tracing over the names of varying thicknesses.

They are all respectable big shots... who among them is the hidden ghost?

"Ah, those are the ones here." The greeter confirmed the status of the guests and clicked on the names one by one, "These are the nine."

Conan's eyes quickly condensed.

Except for "Kudo Shinichi" written by joker...there were eight people present.

Although there is currently no concrete evidence, at least Pisco must be among them.

"Can you lend me a loan, sister?" Conan raised his arm and said in a childish voice, "I can't remember, can you let me take it in and ask someone?"

"This..." Ying Bin smiled awkwardly.

"Let him go!"

"Someone's out!"

Just as Conan was grabbing a corner of the hard-cover book and standing in a stalemate with the guests, a loud shout suddenly broke out from the group of reporters nearby.

"This is Japan TV Station! Did you see anything when the accident happened?"

"Get out of the way, I don't know, I don't accept interviews. Get out of the way!"

"Can you please explain the circumstances of the accident? Are there any other injured?"

"Go and ask the police to give in."

As the door of the banquet hall suddenly opened, the celebrities in formal attire frowned and rushed out impatiently.

At the same time, surrounding the corridor, as the news spread, more and more reporters gathered and swarmed in.

The flashing lights collided with the torrent of black dresses, and the entire corridor instantly became chaotic.

"Ah——!" The short Conan didn't pay attention and was swept in by the crowd behind him. All he could see in front of his eyes were skirts and trouser legs of various colors. He couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, and west. He was dizzy and was squeezed in. In the crowd.

"Kudo...ugh!"

Among the cluttered noise, he heard a small cry.

When he followed the sound, he could no longer find the source of the sound.

That was just now...

There are only a few people who know his identity, could it be...

Conan gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone, and with difficulty amidst the crowd's squeeze, he brought the screen to his face and started tapping quickly.

【Joker...】

This title is about Haiyuan Ai, and it’s also about me.

I took another test today and it turned out to be positive and yang...

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