The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Gin, who was approaching the Phantom Thief, suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder.

He immediately reached out and covered his shoulders. His first reaction was to look at Joker, who was holding his chest and swaying as if he was exhausted.

Seeing the reenactment of this famous scene, Tang Ze raised his head.

Under the black cloth covering his face, Gin couldn't see the expression on the upper half of his face, but he could see his malicious smile.

No, it’s a scam!

Gin immediately stopped moving forward and glanced warily at the open rooftop door behind him.

After a successful attack, Conan immediately dodged to avoid being exposed to Gin's sight.

Now as long as Gin doesn't see him and the other party can't estimate the enemy's situation, they won't act rashly.

He raised his tie and had no time to adjust the sound collector, and then shouted in Kudo Shinichi's voice: "I've got it, enter the chimney, hurry up and escape into the chimney!"

Tang Ze looked in the direction of the rooftop door and felt happy.

He felt that the scene was actually quite serious, and he didn't think he should ruin the atmosphere too much, but it still felt a bit fun.

Not only the joy of seeing the famous scene recreated, but also the joy of witnessing it with my own eyes.

A primary school student used an anesthesia watch to suppress two big men with guns...

That's Conan. Most people really can't achieve this kind of contrasting effect. It's him as expected.

After having fun, in the spirit of a full-scale drama, Tangze stumbled and grabbed the open chimney mouth, making a pretentious gesture of crawling inside.

His movement indeed attracted the attention of Gin and Vodka who were restrained. Vodka raised his gun and pulled the trigger in his direction.

Tangze narrowed his eyes, and out of a plastic friendship with his colleagues, he did not fire the P of the object-sucking gun, but directly opened the gun to reverse the object-reverse, and silently caught the shot with his shoulder.

The bullet struck him in the shoulder and failed silently.

"Ah!" Vodka, who fired the gun instead, raised his hand to cover his shoulder and looked at the gun in his hand in shock.

Different from the original work where the mask can only be used in a different world, this world actually has a somewhat nondescript P3 world view. This is also the basis for Karasawa to be able to henshin in reality.

But after all, it is only a half-baked fusion of the world. Tangze cannot really summon P directly like a substitute messenger. The only thing that can work is various passive skills that act on himself.

Therefore, in reality, a purely illogical game mechanism such as the reverse of things does not mean that as soon as Karasawa turned on his passive, the person who shot him was shot eight times in the back and died of suicide.

The effect is more akin to a phantom pain, like being hit by a powerful rubber bullet.

It won't necessarily break, but it will definitely hurt.

As for where this research conclusion comes from...

It can only be said that the group leader who competes with the group members to remove the mask is a loser, the group leader who fights with the group leader becomes furious, and the group member who just takes out a gun because the group leader can't defeat him is equally useless.

"The alloy on his body is not a decoration." It could be said to be a misunderstanding, or it could be said to point to the true nature. Gin stopped Vodka from raising his gun again.

Tangze, who slowly climbed into the chimney, finally felt the gentle vibration he had been waiting for for a long time from the mobile phone pressed against his chest.

It worked, his greedy plan.

After going round and round, he finally got the last bit of Kenzo Masyama's money, and he made full use of the remaining value.

So, Tangze put on a smile of success, pretended to be helpless, and finally fell into the chimney.

This wave, this wave is called, the winery is losing money!

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Belmode looked away from the window again and looked at Goro Akechi, who was holding Shigehiko Shigehiko's crutch.

He was raising the cane in front of him, looking at the golden cane head over and over. His black gloves were rubbing the golden snake head with a thoughtful look on his face.

Sensing her gaze, Goro Akechi quickly turned his sharp eyes around.

Belmode leaned against the window, with a lazy and carefree posture, and showed him a smile.

The orange-red afterglow paints the glass windows in a strong color. The rows of high-rise buildings in Tokyo are cut by the windows, and the curly clouds add smear-like brushstrokes to them, like freehand oil paintings.

The light of the setting sun passed through her long pale golden hair, and she leaned against the dusk. The light cut out a negative outline and blurred her face, making her look enigmatic.

Goro Akechi looked at her quietly.

"You seem to have discovered something." She said softly in a hoarse low voice with a slight accent, "Is the detective game fun?"

Hearing this, Hoshikawa Hui bent his eyes and showed a very "Akechi Goro" smile.

Although Karasawa's portrayal of wisdom is far from his true nature, this undercurrent of atmosphere allows him to perform much better than a social scene filled with family and friends.

"Very interesting indeed, Ms. Wynyard."

He does have some awareness of who he is.

Understanding this meaning from Goro Akechi's expression, Bermod laughed and stretched out his hands to unfurl the long hair that fell on his shoulders.

"Now that things here are over, I'll leave first."

It seems that he must have passed the test...

Xingchuan Hui lightly clenched his fists, and his slightly sweaty palms stuck to the leather gloves, which was not very comfortable.

This is the real reason why he changed his clothes and appeared again...

Tang Ze is not very sure whether a cross-dresser who is proficient in disguise can see through other people's disguises.

Tangze, who has always been cautious, chose to cut his number.

After all, Hoshikawa Teru is the real Hayato swallowing his mouth. No matter how long Bellmode observes, it is impossible to find traces of his disguise.

Sure enough, the conclusion they derived was correct. This whole seemingly grand assassination scene was done casually by both the target and the murderer.

The real targets are "Kumel" and "Joker".

The organization is testing their capabilities in various ways. Even Kumail, whose identity and background is flawless, will be isolated from the organization's real core affairs before repeated confirmations.

Looking at her graceful back, Xingchuan Hui touched his chest and felt the vibration from the phone's motor under his palm.

Okay, it's almost time, it's time for him to go to the appointed place.

"Old sir." He let go of his hand that had been holding the crutch tightly. Hoshikawa Teru took the initiative to reach out and lift it up, staring blankly at Masatoyama Kenzo, whose face was covered with sweat. He didn't know what he was thinking about. "Your crutch." .Are you feeling better now? Can you stand up?"

Disturbed by his voice, Kensan Masama finally came to his senses. When he lowered his head, he saw the golden snake head, which turned towards him.

The finely carved snake letter was wrapped around the snake's snout, and the red eyes inlaid with red gemstones gave him the illusion of being stared at, making him tremble.

"...Thank you, young man." He forced a smile, quickly took the crutch back into his hand, and held it tightly.

Although he didn't know why, the organization ordered him to carry this stick with him at all times... At this moment, only this heavy feel could stabilize his mind a little.

He is the patriarch of the organization, and he has struggled in the organization for so many years...

Such an important token was still in his hand, and Shirley, who was found by him, was sleeping in the old warehouse he had prepared...

He is so important to the organization, nothing will happen to him, nothing will happen just because of a mere warning letter...

Constantly comforting himself like this, he stood up straight with the help of his crutches and forced out an unattractive smile. Fortunately, his face was covered with sweat and pale, and he could not hide the old and embarrassed look on his face. Make this smile not too abrupt.

"In that case, I'll take my leave now."

He left with his shoulders slumped, and he still remembers making a shaky gait, feeling anxious deep down in his heart.

You have to be faster, even faster, even if you take Shirley as a hostage, you have to control it first.

Otherwise, once the fact that he received the notice letter is exposed...

I fell asleep, life and death are speeding up