The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Ouch," Mouri Kogoro patted his chubby belly and straightened his back in relief, "Although everything else is not good, the food here is really good. There are so many seafood... all Did you do it, Ms. Iwai?”

Hitomi Iwai smiled and served tea to everyone one by one, and agreed, "Yes, the boss asks me to prepare more ingredients every year and entertain you well."

"But didn't you say that the paper will be handed in before dinner? Didn't Boss Kanaya show up all day?" Ayako Oki picked up the exam paper that she had finished writing and said anxiously, "Don't be pretentious, I also want to know. own score.”

"Well, the boss has asked me to entertain you all until he shows up after dinner." Iwai Hitomi declined twice, feeling helpless, "Everyone, please wait a little longer."

"Don't be prepared to show up suddenly and scare everyone, right?"

"Are we still going to do this kind of thing? It's boring."

"Ah, don't tell me. Now everyone's mobile phones have been taken away, and they are still staying in a seaside hotel far away from the city. This hotel has neither a phone nor a TV. It's really weird." Toda Ma Leah covered her mouth with her plump palms as if teasing, and laughed, "According to the design of mystery novels, after everyone has finished dinner, the dead should appear, right?"

With her words, the atmosphere at the table became slightly solidified.

In a suburban hotel at night, a group of strange travelers who don't know each other well and don't trust each other... it's really a bit of a thriller and suspense.

"This is Boss Kanaya's intention." Toba Kento shook his head, "After dinner, it's time for a super difficult reasoning question and answer session. It is said that there will be a simulated crime session for everyone to solve the case on the spot. He just delayed it on purpose. Time to create this kind of atmosphere.”

Hattori Heiji looked at the clock on the wall and hid a yawn.

Alas, Kudo didn't come, only this confused uncle's family came... He really shouldn't have come to join in the fun, it was so boring.

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"Huh-huh-" Clinging to the edge of the carriage, Miyano Akemi's long hair was carried upside down by the air current.

She turned around, looked at the London of the Victorian era that was constantly collapsing before her eyes, and let out a soft cry of regret or amazement.

"How's it going, Sister Mingmei?" Sitting on the roof of the carriage, holding the two horses in front with a hook in one hand, and holding the coachman's whip in the other, Tang Ze waved the whip in a serious manner, urging the carriage to speed up further. Pace, "Feeling fun, Baker Street?"

"It's interesting." Miyano Akemi's cheeks were rosy with health due to long-term exercise. When she heard Karasawa's question, she held down the wide hat she had pulled over to cover her face in the theater and laughed a few times. "Even if you go to the UK in person, you can't experience this feeling, right? It's like you've really returned to that era."

Tang Ze chuckled twice: "As long as you like it."

It's quite good to use this palace as an appetizer. Although Miyano Akemi may not be able to sneak into the cocoon, there are always more methods than difficulties.

Xingchuan Hui watched as the street behind the carriage continued to collapse and turned into rubble. They were like a group of travelers breaking free from the past time and space and escaping to the future. He couldn't help but ask: "Why did his palace collapse? Is it because Did we steal the secret treasure, or is it because he has...?"

"I'm afraid he's already dead." Tang Ze said cogently. "The world started to tremble before the secret treasure officially left the theater."

Xingchuan Hui shook his head and took out the secret treasure's body from his arms.

A thin, yellowed black and white photo unfolded in his hand.

In the photo, a man who looks exactly like Hiroyuki Kanaya is wearing a luxurious dark blue dress, embracing a beautiful and brilliant celebrity.

"Can love be twisted to this point?" Hoshikawa Teru sighed and handed the photo to Tang Ze, "In the final analysis, does he have such feelings for Irene Adler, or is it because he put his failed marriage Just project it into it.”

Going deep into the palace is an excellent way to quickly understand a person. In this one night, they have roughly understood the past life of Hiroyuki Kanaya, a sad weirdo.

With the rare first edition book that he unexpectedly acquired, the ecstatic Jin Gu spent more and more time and experience on this work, becoming more and more persistent, and soon it affected his normal life.

Unable to bear his neglect of his family and unable to understand his excessive enthusiasm for hobbies, his wife finally chose to leave him with their children.

This failed marriage actually increased Jin Gu's obsession with his works. After losing the ties of his family, he completely devoted his life to the circle related to Sherlock Holmes, holding events and banquets, trying to use his own His position in the circle tells everyone that his life is not a failure.

In the process, he gradually began to yearn for women like Irene Adler, and began to attribute his broken marriage to the fact that he could not find a soul mate who could match his own in wisdom and pursuit...

"Of course it will. Even memories and persistence will distort the prison of the soul. Love with such a strong emotion will naturally happen." Taking the photo handed over by Xingchuan Hui, Karasawa flicked the riding whip in his hand and headed towards the exit. The direction accelerated again, and he said, "Appropriate projection can give comfort to the soul, but excessive projection will slowly start to lose oneself, just like joining an endless cult sacrifice... These fanatical fans, That’s probably the case.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Xingchuan Hui from the corner of his eyes.

Xingchuan Hui quickly understood what he meant, and said with laughter and tears: "Don't blame Sang and Huai. I have a palace, although I haven't figured out what is overly distorted in me... but it is definitely different from this."

It sounds like it's true... I should show you your own coop review.

"You better be." Tang Ze snorted twice, grabbed one with one hand, stepped on the weightless carriage, and rushed directly to the exit.

The sound of crashing waves broke through the barrier and gently slapped their ears.

"——Holy shit! Why is the exit of this palace on a cliff! Damn it!"

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Conan, who was leaning on the table in a daze, suddenly felt his ears itching slightly and couldn't help but glance out the window.

In the dark night, the moonlight passes through the rugged cliffs and throws long waves in the sea water. Only the sound of the waves hits the windows, bringing a little gentle white noise.

After rubbing his ears, Conan turned his head and continued to be in a daze with the people in the room, aimlessly waiting for Hiroyuki Kanaya to appear.

"...It's already 12 o'clock." Omu Ayako put out the cigarette butt and looked very impatient, "Is Boss Kanaya here yet?"

"Are you kidding us by making us spend so long, write so much, and take so long?" Fujisawa Toshiaki was also a little unhappy and threw the questionnaire he had been holding in his hand on the table.

"It seems that the rumors are somewhat credible. They make the questions very difficult every time and deliberately make everyone answer incorrectly. In fact, they just want to show off their collection more." Maria Toda shook her head. He pushed away the seat and stood up, "This time I slipped away before the question. It's really boring. Forget it, I'm going back to sleep."

"Yeah, let's go."

With her and Fujisawa Toshiaki taking the lead, everyone sitting around the dining table also stood up and walked to the guest room at the back.

Mouri Kogoro also yawned profusely, stood up and followed him: "That's ridiculous, then I'll go to bed too. I didn't sleep well yesterday..."

"What about you, Conan?" Mao Lilan looked at his father's back, lowered his head and asked Conan who was sitting next to him.

"I want to wait a little longer!" Conan responded crisply, with a smile on his face, "I worked very hard on the paper!"

"Okay..." You can't leave your child to a group of strangers, so Mao Lilan reluctantly stayed and picked up the half-cup of strong tea left on the table.

His eyes moved from Mao Lilan to Conan's face, and then to the filled questionnaires in his hands. Hattori Heiji raised his eyebrows, changed his position with his face propped up, and sat there without moving.

A first-grade child can write a fifty- to sixty-page questionnaire in one day... Hmm...

The new cover has been changed, waiting for review~