The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Mr. Akechi, why are you here!"

"Ah, Officer Takagi." Akechi, who looked down at his watch, was stunned. He saw the panting Takagi Wataru stop in front of him, "Are you looking for me? What's the result of the inquiry?"

"Um, um..." Takagi Wataru grinned awkwardly, pressed his head, and said with difficulty, "Kudo-kun called and provided us with a list of suspects..."

Goro Akechi calmly adjusted his shirt cuffs and said calmly: "Oh, I understand. I'm on that list too, right?"

"Uh, hahaha..." After what he said, Takagi Wataru felt even more embarrassed and could only rub the short hair on the back of his head vigorously, "Kudo-kun, you probably just want to rule out all possibilities as comprehensively as possible. "

"The basis of my reasoning is that someone used pistols, arrows or other exciting weapons to destroy the iron chain hanging the crystal lamp." Without any intention of easing Takagi's embarrassment, Goro Akechi held his chin and thought to himself. He said, "It seems that Kudo has received additional clues. I seem to have seen him today. Is he also present?"

"That's not true..." Takagi Wataru replied dryly.

"That's interesting." Goro Akechi raised an eyebrow, "Sure enough, it's hard for me, a foreigner, to compete with this native genius."

Takagi Wataru choked for a moment, his face felt a little red, but he couldn't find the words to refute.

Akechi Goro's statement is generally consistent with the real situation.

He has only been active in Tokyo for a short time. Compared to Shinichi Kudo, who is more of a public welfare person and solves crimes purely out of interest, Goro Akechi, who is seriously engaged in private detective work, finally seems to be more utilitarian, and he also makes a living in this way. It's not as good as a detective like Kogoro Mouri who is familiar with the police...

Generally speaking, among the opinions provided by the two people, Search One Lesson is still more inclined to adopt Kudo Shinichi's opinion first.

...However, although he was describing the truth, Takagi Wataru always felt that today's wise speaking style was much harsher than before.

Akechi Goro is always at home in any social situation.

So when he wants to make people stand down, his skill with a gun and a stick is also top-notch - Takagi Wataru has seen it several times when he satirizes certain prisoners or people he dislikes.

How to put it, the answer with high emotional intelligence is that if he always talks to people with this attitude, then it is indeed necessary to learn good marksmanship as a self-defense technique.

Now Akechi, I don't know if it was because he was in a bad mood after witnessing the murder. Even the smile that seemed to have been permanently on his face disappeared, and he looked like he wanted to keep strangers away.

"Actually, Lord Kudo just wants us to confirm the condition of the handkerchiefs you are wearing." Pretending not to hear his sarcasm at all, Wataru Takagi forcibly changed the subject, "Akechi-kun, the handkerchief you got is also purple, right? ?”

"Yes." Goro Akechi slowly put his hand into his arms, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out a piece of neatly folded cloth, "Is this it?"

"Sorry, please confirm it for me." Takagi Wataru said, taking his handkerchief over, unfolding it and confirming the embroidery in the upper left corner.

Goro Akechi let him take away the handkerchief, holding it in his pocket indifferently, waiting for his next move.

Takagi Wataru, who had no chance of doubting Akechi, breathed a sigh of relief: "This is indeed the handkerchief distributed at the venue. Okay, please come with me here and make a simple inquiry record."

Without expressing any objection, Goro Akechi followed him upstairs and saw several other detained suspects in front of the door that was temporarily used as an interrogation room by the police.

Chris Wynyard, with his long fluffy golden hair tied into a bunch, was leaning against the window, looking out the window at the sinking sky. When he heard the footsteps, he turned around and met Akechi, who had a calm expression. Goro met his eyes.

"Hey, we've all been questioned, why can't we be let back, or even allowed to make phone calls?" Female writer Nanjo Mikao pushed up her glasses and said irritably, "What else is going on?"

"Sorry ma'am, we still have some situations to analyze..." Takagi Wataru smiled, raised his hand and pressed it to prevent her from further attacks.

"Next, Mr. Kenzo Masayama..." The door to the guest room was pushed open. The Megure Police Department finished talking with the previous suspect and walked out to greet him. He saw the newly joined Goro Akechi at a glance, "Ah, Akechi." Brother. Sorry, sorry, Kudo has given me some new clues... The ranges drawn by the two of you overlap. This is called heroes seeing the same thing!"

Goro Akechi smiled and accepted the slightly apologetic slap from the Megure Police Department. He watched Kenzo Masayama hold on to his walking stick as he walked tremblingly through the suspects with different looks, past Chris Wynyard, and then past him. Next to him, he walked into the open door behind Mumu Shisan.

"I'm going to talk here first, and when it's over, I'll ask your opinion again, and I should be able to identify the real culprit." With an honest smile, Megure Police Department made two gestures to Takagi Wataru, and followed him through the door. inside.

The door slammed shut again, and Akechi averted his gaze from the door.

Chris also withdrew his gaze, and the two looked at each other again. Apparently they were aware of each other's little movements and stopped communicating. They just looked downstairs at the same time.

At the back entrance of the hotel, beside the side entrance that was not surrounded by reporters, a dark Porsche stopped.

"It's gin and vodka." Conan slipped to the side of the parking lot and waited for the doctor to pick him up. He looked at two very familiar figures and got out of the car, one on the left and the other on the right, with a look of anxiety on his face.

The call he heard in the crowd before was by no means an illusion...

There are only a handful of people who know his identity and may be present, and insiders such as Karasawa and Joker all have a certain level of force and are easily discovered when they are attacked or hijacked in a crowd. That is the most likely. The missing person is undoubtedly Hui Yuan Ai.

He talked to the doctor on the phone, and Hui Yuan Ai left a hurried note and left his house. Now he can't be contacted at all and has no news.

In desperation, he could only place his hope on the elusive joker.

Hopefully he wasn't too far from the venue.

Pisco must be among the people holding purple handkerchiefs. Because of his request, the police are currently detaining all these people. Without anyone to assist or transfer, Huiyuan may be safe for the time being.

But no one can guarantee that it won't be another Codename member who takes her away.

The appearance of gin and vodka made the situation even more precarious...

Should we go back to the hotel?

Hiding aside and watching the two men in black pressing their cell phones for a while, they then walked towards the side door of the hotel. Conan gritted his teeth.

Can't wait any longer...

Just as he was about to rush to follow, a timely reply finally came from his phone.

【I found her. She is safe now. 】

Conan's eyes lit up, but thinking of Gin and the two who walked through the door, he quickly sent an email.

[Are you still in the hotel? Quickly find a way to leave or find a place to hide, Gin entered through the side door. 】

The response this time was very prompt.

[She has been sent out by me, don't worry. 】

【how about you? 】

[Don’t worry so much, leave quickly. It’s dark, children should go home early. 】

Didn't he say that members of the organization might discover him, so he couldn't show up easily?

By saying this, why do you mean you want to confront Gin?

Didn't this guy always like to mock him for acting impulsively and recklessly? Why did he become even more reckless than himself when things came to a head?

Conan stared at this line of words, vaguely guessing the implication of joker, and quickly picked up the phone and dialed it directly.

The only sound that came from the receiver was that the other party had turned off his phone.

My throat hurts————

Damn it, I have two yangs, but I have to go to work because I don’t have a fever and the symptoms are not obvious.

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