The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"The sinner who is greedy and insatiable, devouring the entire society like a glutton, Mr. Kenzo Masayama..."

Standing on the rooftop, facing the sunset, Tang Ze silently stared at his interface.

Wearing a gold branch crown and feather ornaments, and a toga robe, the black and white head of Kenzo Masama jumped out in a very stylized way.

"Here we come..." Tang Ze held on to the rough stone tiles on the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the street in the dusk.

Looking down from a height close to the 10th floor, the traffic of vehicles and people on the street is already very small.

A small figure passed through the crowded traffic, passed through the crowded crowd of people with long guns and short cannons, and ran desperately towards the direction of the old museum.

Tang Ze stretched out his hand, circled the small figure in the air, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"...usurping power, yearning for eternal life, wantonly playing with human lives and minds..."

"Brother, are you sure Shirley will be upstairs?" Following Gin, running up the stairs under the dim light of the emergency lights, Vodka panted and asked uncertainly.

"You can't be wrong." Gin's long silver hair was flying in the dusty air, and he showed a cruel sneer, "Knowing that we are downstairs, that woman will only choose another way out. Hurry up, blockage Stay out of her way.”

The long-dusted stairwell was covered with dust, as if they were stepping on snow, and they left an upward footprint.

"...Working as a tiger, clinging to the giant tree on the dark side, absorbing the nutrients of the world. Your ugly posture will all fall into our eyes..."

"Officer Megure, did you intercept the two men in black who entered the building?"

"Brother Kudo, our people are currently guarding several major exits. The guests entering and exiting are all dressed in black... Even if you describe their physical features, it will be difficult for us to distinguish them for a while..."

Sure enough, black clothes alone cannot identify gin and vodka.

The memorial service is really an excellent choice...

Wearing headphones, Conan clicked on the email as he ran, not forgetting to pull the voice changer tie closer to his mouth.

"So have you seen anyone with white hair? Regardless of age or height."

"……White hair?"

"Yes. If there is anyone who fits this characteristic, please find a way to intercept them immediately."

Damn...

Looking at the motionless email interface, he gritted his teeth.

Reply quickly, joker...

"...Your murderous deeds have been exposed to the public, and no one is willing to listen to your confession..."

Holding on to the hotel's gorgeous leather-wrapped walls, Matoyama Kenzo felt that the splendid corridors seemed to be spinning.

Preview letter...it happens to be at this time...

"What's the matter, old man?"

Seeing him clutching his chest and gasping for air, people standing in the corridor gathered around him, helped him, and sat down on a chair on the side.

Of course Goro Akechi was among the crowd, and he naturally took the crutch from his hand. His black gloves covered the metal handle molded into a snake shape on the head of the cane, and he held it tightly.

Chris's gaze also turned around and met Kenzo Masayama who was surrounded by people.

No, the organization cannot be informed, otherwise, he...

"...Weep for your sins, "Pisco"..."

Miyano Akemi clenched the thing in her hand, covered her violently beating heart with one hand, and pressed it tightly against the wall.

In Tangze's plan, time is of the essence, and she must wait patiently without any slack.

Suddenly, the golden door beside her suddenly opened with a piercing siren.

"Quick, be on guard, be on guard!"

An almost broken sound pierced her eardrums. She gritted her teeth, resisted the urge to cover her ears, and stayed motionless against the door.

The opportunity was right in front of her and she couldn't miss it easily.

The next moment, a gorgeous chariot rushed out from the opened golden door, dragged by several horses covered in golden armor. The heavy horse hooves trampled so hard that the whole ground trembled.

Miyano Akemi raised her head vigorously.

Outside the field, Alexander Gin, who was looking down at the field like a giant, suddenly closed his eyes after the piercing alarm sounded. His body swayed and disappeared completely, revealing the sky that was now stained with blood.

It's now!

She kicked off the high heels on her feet, touched the golden door with gorgeous patterns on her side, and took advantage of the time lag before the door pages were completely closed, and sprinted towards the treasure house.

"...We will accept your endless twisted heart."

"boom--".

The door to the guest room was pushed open, and everyone in the corridor turned their heads.

"Everyone, our work here has come to an end. You can leave." Memu Police Department, who was the first to walk out, nodded to the crowd surrounding the door.

"boom--".

The moment Miyano Akemi rushed into the treasure house door, the golden door behind her made a heavy closing sound.

"Caught up..." She panted slightly, squeezed the bottles in her hands, and glanced around the large secret treasure room.

Just like what Tang Ze saw at a glance before, there were many medicine cabinets, white walls and metallic countertops. Although it is decorated with many nondescript patterns, giving the technological instrument a hint of ancient and exotic style, it undoubtedly looks like a laboratory.

Except...

Miyano Akemi opened her eyes slightly.

In the center of the room, a lush giant tree grew out of nowhere underground.

Jade-like leaves and golden branches stretched out throughout the room, and the graceful lines trembled gently with an indescribable rhythm, as if bathed in the soft spring breeze.

This is a... huge divine tree.

"boom--".

The iron door to the rooftop was kicked open by Ginjiu.

The crimson sunset reflected the last ray of afterglow, coating the people standing on the edge of the rooftop with a blood-like glow.

Looking at the man in a black dress with short chestnut hair dancing in the evening breeze, Gin took out the gun in his arms and flipped the safety.

The person with his back turned to him seemed to be aware of it. Before he approached, he quickly turned his head, revealing a face that he was very familiar with.

"Shirley..." Looking at those clear blue eyes, Gin laughed, "Long time no see..."

At the same time, the Beretta he raised fired without hesitation.

"boom--".

Hearing the gunshots echoing on the rooftop, Conan's feet trembled and he accelerated his upward sprint.

Joker, you are not afraid of being shot, right?

Don't get into trouble!

He looked at the rooftop door that looked like a picture frame filled with orange-red sunset, nervously relaxed his steps and slowly approached the door.

"...you?" Gin narrowed his eyes as the shot missed, "With such reaction speed and skill...you are not Shirley..."

The person opposite him laughed twice, brushed off the black skirt on his body easily, and said Miyano Shiho's voice: "How about it, can you make it look real, my cross-dressing?"

What answered him was another shot from Gin.

"Oh... I'm so impatient, Gin."

His feet slipped, and he once again dodged the shot that was heading straight for the vital point. He felt that the slim-fitting skirt was a bit in the way, and Tang Ze was too lazy to continue pretending. This time, he issued a completely male voice.

After finishing speaking, he grabbed the black windbreaker and threw it towards Gin.

"Brother!" Vodka stepped forward conscientiously and waved away the flying windbreaker.

When the cloth fell to the ground, standing opposite them was the ghost thief Joker with white hair.

"I'm sorry, you two." Karasawa bent down and made a gentlemanly salute, "Yours sincerely, the Phantom Thieves of the Heart."

On his red scarf, the golden "K" brooch and neat white feathers shined in the sunset.

Eryang, but I have to go to work

What suffering in the world