The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Nothing can get through..."

After dialing the numbers of the three members in the hotel one by one, Vodka reluctantly put down the phone and reported to Gin Club.

Gin frowned.

The news of Tonkou Shigehiko's death has spread, and three people have lost contact at the same time... This is not a good sign.

After making a simple balance, Gin decided on the order of action: "Pisco said that Shirley was found. Go to the place where the signal is first."

The disappearance of the three people may be related to the case of Tonkou Zhongyan.

Pisco is the executor, and the other two people are tasked with assisting in retrieving people. The situation there is not clear yet, but the three of them should be in the sight of the police, and it is not suitable to approach now.

It's better to solve the problem here first.

Taking the vodka with him, Gin walked along the deserted safe passage to the old building of the hotel.

"This is it." He lowered his head to confirm the location prompted on his phone, and Gin looked at the heavy wooden door in front of him.

Taking out the instrument and confirming the position again, Vodka took a step forward, took out a pistol with a silencer installed, directly broke the door lock of 604, took the lead, and pushed the door open.

This is a dark storage room, with wooden shelves filled with various packages of wine. The air is filled with the smell of old oak, occasionally mixed with a faint aroma of wine.

Pisco's transmitter was still in the room, but neither he nor Shirley were anywhere to be seen.

"Brother, there is no one." After being alert for a while and confirming that no one else was in the room, Vodka put away his gun and said, "Why is Pisco's transmitter here?"

"It must be the place he prepared in advance." Gin glanced at the cleaning cart on the side and the cleaning clothes thrown there casually. Gin moved the empty cart with his toes, "Pisco's old eyes are dim, he should be given some help." Prepare some back-ups for yourself. If you make a mistake in the venue, you can still find a way to dispose of the body..."

"What about Shirley?" After walking around the room and checking every gap in the wooden frame, Vodka became more and more strange.

Whether it's a colleague or a target, I haven't seen anyone since I entered the hotel.

The plan didn't go smoothly. This hotel doesn't feel very auspicious.

Gin's eyes quickly swept across the room, and finally landed in the direction of the fireplace.

Walking softly to the fireplace, he lowered his gaze and observed for a moment, then smiled cruelly.

"Ah, brother, let's leave quickly. We need to inquire about the news from Pisco." The unaware Vodka glanced at the time and reminded.

This is what working in an organization is like.

Sometimes colleagues go to silence their colleagues, and while doing it, they themselves are exposed, and then they come back to silence their colleagues...

Vodka has no feelings about this kind of buy-one-get-one-free deal.

Except for a few capable ones, such as his eldest brother who never failed, his colleagues often failed or were exposed due to various reasons.

Just because of this, you can't just leave everything to Brother Gin and do it yourself, right? They're busy enough as it is.

Even if he has to do ten jobs and needs to silence five, he has to some extent shared part of the workload for them. Vodka's mentality is very good.

Listening to the thin breathing coming from the small cavity across the wall, Gin grinned, and his white teeth flashed in the storage room: "Ah, let's go..."

Compared to Pisco...he found something more interesting.

Tangze, who was hanging in the fireplace, waited for the footsteps of the two people to fade away and rolled his eyes silently.

He just said that Miyano Shiho's hair color is really nothing special.

Unless Gin's eyes are living PCR machines and he can read the DNA belonging to Shirley by looking at his hair, then he can tell the difference between hair of similar length and the same color!

Gin, just wait for me, wait until it's over, and you'll be done with it if you see if I laugh or not.

Raising his head and looking in the direction above his head, Tangze gently tugged on the hook lock in his hand, and he was pulled straight up.

His free hand still had time to press the phone.

[How is the situation, Sister Mingmei? 】

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"So you really don't know Representative Tunkou, and you don't know much about his case."

After summarizing what Kenzo Masuyama said, Mumu Shisan recorded it smoothly on the paper, and motioned to his subordinates to take the paper over and hand it to him.

"Do you still remember where you were standing in the venue when the crime occurred?" Megumi Thirteen followed the detectives' advice meticulously and picked up the overhead view with a few simple signs, "This is the stage and screen. Curtain, this is the entrance to the venue, and this is the location of the crystal chandelier.”

"Hmm..." Masuyama Kenzo pretended to be thoughtful, hiding the slight twitching of his face.

In the darkness, such a secret method seems to be discovered by these detectives.

I heard that the two people involved in the investigation were both detectives at the age of high school students... young, fast, and really, disgustingly sharp.

"I'm probably standing in this direction." Masuyama Kenzo pretended to be old-fashioned, squinted for a long time, and randomly clicked on a location.

Taking the paper back, Police Department Mu Mu drew a new circle on the paper without questioning his answer.

"Okay, I understand." After hearing this, Masuyama Kenzo was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard his next sentence, "One last thing. Could you please show me the handkerchief you got at the signature desk at the door?" .”

Oops, his handkerchief...

The handkerchief he had placed over the muzzle of the gun to cover up the sound and light caused by the shooting had long since fallen to the ground with the lamp and flown to who knows where.

However, thinking of Belmod who had never turned his eyes to him in the corridor, he felt slightly relieved and calmly reached out and touched the pocket of his coat.

The feeling of soft cloth between his fingertips made him smile.

Sure enough, the organization will not give up on myself who has worked hard and served the organization for many years.

"It's this piece, right?" With squinting eyes and a kind smile on his face, Masuyama Kenzo pulled out the thing that his fingertips touched, "I haven't taken it out to take a good look at it since I got it. .”

"It is indeed this purple handkerchief." Police Department Megure took the handkerchief, rubbed it, nodded and handed it back, "Okay, thank you for your cooperation. You can go to the corridor to wait until it is over. Everybody asks questions and you can leave.”

"After all, it is understandable that such a tragedy happened. You have worked hard too." Masuyama Kenzo, who was in a good mood, did not forget to pretend to have inconvenience in his legs and feet. He stood up with crutches and took the handkerchief from Megure Shisan's hand. son.

Turning around, he walked towards the closed door, folded the handkerchief in half, then folded it in half again, and slowly put it into his pocket.

Even if he has reached this age, under the protection of the organization, he is still a person who can take life and death.

Just like this mission, even if there were some twists and turns, in the end, he was still safe and sound... huh?

Suddenly, feeling some strange touch on his fingertips, Masuyama Kenzo glanced at the policeman behind him, and using his own movements, he wrapped the contents of his pocket in a handkerchief and took them out.

This is a card, red and black, about the size of a business card.

Masuyama Kenzo's pupils shrank suddenly.