The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Du-du--"

"Hello?"

"Joker!" Conan, who was running, couldn't help shouting when he found that the call was unexpectedly connected.

"Don't get excited, I'm fine." After putting away the gun, Tangze reached out and fumbled in Kenzo Masayama's inner pocket, and sure enough he found a lighter.

He said that he remembered that this guy was a smoker. In the original plot, it was because he had a cigarette in his mouth that he ignited the liquor in the wine cellar.

"Have you left?" Because he was not sure whether Vodka had left, Conan played hide and seek in the stairwell for a while. When he heard Joker's smooth answer on the phone, he relaxed a little and ran into the corridor, "Are you injured? ? Where are Gin and the others?"

"Yes, I have already left. They killed Pisco, so be careful." Tangze said, lowering his head and looking at the dead body of Kenzo Mayama at his feet.

He took two steps back to avoid the flow of alcohol in the room, and covered the microphone of his cell phone.

There was a soft "click" sound, and the carved metal lighter was opened by him.

Looking at "VENI VIDI VICI" engraved on the lighter, Tang Ze smiled silently and held the lighter further.

Then gently release your fingers.

The next moment, the wine spilled everywhere started to burn, lighting up the dark room.

Masuyama Kenzo's body had been soaked with high-concentration spirits, and the flames licked his body in an instant, igniting his elegant and expensive crisp dress.

Watching the warning letter attached to his forehead turn yellow, curl, and quickly burn in the heat of the flames, Tang Ze closed his eyes and walked outside.

"They killed Pisco?" Conan's mind was instantly captured by the news, and he kept asking, "Is it Kenzo Masayama? Because he was accidentally photographed at the scene of the murder by a reporter who was filming gossip?"

"You've seen it." Tangze pressed the down button of the elevator and walked into the elevator on the right, "You should have guessed it."

"Yes, if you can go to great lengths to silence a congressman who is about to go to jail, how can you let go of a code member whose crime is about to be reported?"

The killer who came to silence him became the victim of silence the moment he was exposed... I wonder if Kenzo Mayama felt a trace of irony when he was killed.

"You already understand their code of conduct. Don't be so reckless next time." If he could hear Conan's inner voice, Karasawa would say, whether it was sarcastic or not, I don't know, but he didn't walk peacefully anyway.

Holding his breath, Conan really wanted to ask him, how could he be called reckless by the guy who directly went to Gin to mock him and almost overturned his car? Isn't this more extreme than him?

But thinking about the reason why Joker would choose to act like this, Conan's words were stuck in his throat.

If it wasn't to cover up the fact that Haiyuan Ai had become smaller, he actually didn't intend to come forward...

The elevator on the left opened, and Conan rushed out. Based on the direction, he found the door of 604.

Only a short time had passed since Tang Ze set the fire and left, but the door was already a sea of ​​fire.

Boxes of wine were smashed all over the floor, and the strong aroma of wine accumulated to create an extremely pungent smell. The room, which was originally a wooden structure, was easily ignited after being filled with strong alcohol.

Thick smoke and high heat began to spread outwards, and Conan could only cover his mouth and nose and couldn't help but retreat.

Presumably Kenzo Masama's body was in the room... They were so efficient at destroying the body and eradicating traces.

Hearing the noise on the other end of the phone, Karasawa, who guessed Conan's movements, had his eyes wandering, and continued pretending not to know: "Gin currently thinks that I disguised myself as Shirley to deceive them. The secret of Drug A is still unknown." There is no exposure, you can continue to relax and be happy primary school students. It’s dark, go home early, kids, don’t let your family worry.”

After saying that, Tang Ze hung up the phone.

After calling someone from Search Class 1 and telling them that he witnessed a fire in the old hotel downstairs, Tangze finally stepped out of the back door of the hotel and got into the waiting Porsche.

"It's so slow." Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror.

"There is nothing I can do. After all, as an enthusiastic detective, it is professional ethics to notify the police when you see a fire." After saying with a smile, he looked at Belmode who opened the makeup mirror and slowly touched up his makeup, "Good evening, madam."

Belmod continued to pat powder on his cheeks carefully. His eyes on the makeup mirror were not even interested in moving, and he replied flatly: "The way to put the handkerchief is very clean, Kumail. The organization should not let that old man I’m here to perform the task, and having you here can save a lot of trouble.”

"I think so too." Tang Ze nodded with deep understanding.

Very few of the organization's real wines are found in the red party's hands. Most of them are people who died by splitting their own eyebrow pencils or performing tasks, and their deaths can be described as grotesque.

Gin would be reduced to being labeled as someone who only kills his own people. No matter how you think about it, the responsibility of the organization is huge.

Glancing at the back of Gin's head, Karasawa pretended to ask casually: "You called me before and asked me to pay attention to Shirley... have you found her?"

"It's fake news. Someone disguised herself as her and wanted to lure us into taking the bait." Gin's face became even more ugly when he mentioned this. "I said, with her timid character, how could she have Have the guts to stay in Yoneka Town.”

"You know her pretty well, Gin. I thought I'd see something good today, but it's really disappointing, Shirley."

Belmode put down her powder puff and opened her cosmetic bag.

The car happened to make a turn, and the tilt and vibration of the car caused the items in the bag to be scattered. She couldn't find what she wanted to look through for a while, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Here." He stretched out his hand and accurately grabbed a lipstick that was about to be shaken out. Tangze handed it to Belmod.

Lowering his eyes and seeing the exact color number on the lipstick tube, Belmod curled his lips and took it.

"You are now living in the café where Bourbon stayed." After turning off her lipstick, Bermod continued to touch up her makeup and asked casually, "How does it feel to be 'Aki Karasawa'?"

Tang Ze rolled his eyes and glanced at her side face, knowing that the main event was coming.

Belmod may have little interest in Kumel, but he is very interested in "Aki Karasawa", who is Mao Lilan's classmate and neighbor downstairs.

"It's pretty good." Karasawa said in a casual tone like chatting, "Ordinary high school students, it turns out this is how they live. It's really a novel experience."

Gin, who was listening to their conversation, let out a light snort.

"So I am indeed a 'high school student detective', right, Gin-senpai?" Karasawa, who probably understood what Gin was laughing at, instantly changed the subject of the conversation.

"I think you are too leisurely." Gin sarcastically said, "You still have time to play and socialize with your classmates, but Bourbon doesn't even care about you..."

"Don't worry, I will never forget my identity." Tangze replied with a smile without feeling hurt at all.

After Belmode finished outlining her lips, she lightly tapped the edge of her lips with her fingertips to smooth out the too clear lines, while paying attention to Karasawa's expression as she spoke with her peripheral vision.

There was no flaw in his face, as if Gin's warning was really just a unnecessary worry.

But the fists he clenched at his side seemed to be expressing that his true thoughts were not...

interesting.

Closing the mirror with a "pop", she naturally changed the topic: "I plan to stay in Japan for a while longer."

"Aren't you going back to the United States for the time being?"

"No. Actresses also need a holiday."

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Gunshots, screams...

Tang Ze stretched out his hand and pushed her into the car, then turned around without looking back...

"!" Taking a deep breath, Hui Yuan Ai woke up from her dream and sat up straight.

"Wake up, Shiho." Miyano Akemi, who was sitting next to her and flipping through the newspaper, raised her head. Seeing her sister's frightened expression, she gently reached out and wiped her little face, "Have you had a nightmare?"

"...Sister." Seeing her sister's smiling face, Hui Yuan Ai relaxed subconsciously, slumped her shoulders and took a breath, "I'm fine."

This nightmare didn't just happen today, she had been having it for several days.

Whenever she felt anxious, these dreams would follow her...

"Ah, by the way, where is Karasawa?" Thinking of the last scene she saw before losing consciousness, she became more relaxed and raised her head to look at Miyano Akemi, "He sent me out, that skinny Over in Sko, there is also..."

Miyano Akemi put her hand in front of her and spread her palm.

After seeing what was in her hand, Hui Yuan Ai immediately lost his voice.

It was... an oval-shaped pill with a number embossed on it. As a researcher, she was very familiar with the pill.

APTX4869.

Chapter 2 Early morning