The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"It's really strange. If the murderer is really the shop owner, why did he pretend to be dead and then kill Miss Ayako?" Maria Toda asked questions while fidgeting with her phone absentmindedly.

She sent Kumel an email for a while, but there was no reply from the other party. She didn't know if she had left her previous location and returned to Tokyo.

This place is located in a remote place. Coming from Tokyo, he must have spent a lot of time and energy to find a sniping point with a suitable angle.

But he had to come without telling Bourbon, and he had to rush back before Bourbon found out. He might not choose to stay and continue to monitor...

This is the situation they are destined to face in an awkward position. Can you really go on unswervingly, Kumail?

"Who knows, people are very complicated, and we don't know what grudges they have." Two people died in one night, and because of the fire, he was busy putting out the fire, sweating all over, hungry, sleepy and tired, Mouri Kogoro had lost the desire to use his brain and said casually, "Maybe this was originally a reasoning question and answer arranged by the shop owner. He faked his death to get away from everyone's sight, and then used an accident to start the reasoning question and answer... Maybe Ogi Ayako I just discovered something and accidentally got involved..."

This uncle talks nonsense all day long...

Hattori Heiji, who was still unaware of the danger hanging over his head, glanced sideways at Mouri Kogoro.

"Nonsense!" Fujisawa Toshiaki, who couldn't bear it before Hattori Heiji's attack, jumped up at the crime. "This was a premeditated murder. He did it on purpose! Look at this card, look at it!"

He took something the size of a postcard out of his arms and threw it on the table.

Seeing a card with writing on it flying to the table, Conan's mind immediately ran through the words "Preview Letter". When he realized what he was thinking, he couldn't help but knock on his forehead.

It's all the joker's fault. He keeps giving people little pieces of paper all day long. This guy...

Cursing the Phantom Thief who was stuffing advertisements everywhere, Conan stretched his head to look and saw written on the piece of paper:

[If you want that book, come to the garage on time at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning.

The book will be placed under the chair in the back seat. 】

"If I do what I'm told, I will be the one who dies!" Toshiaki Fujisawa's voice trembled with fear, "He was committing murder deliberately!"

Mouri Kogoro twisted the piece of paper and asked, "Who gave you this?"

"I found it on the door." Fujisawa Toshiaki breathed out and said bitterly, "Not long after dinner..."

"Ah, then it seems that the boss may have put this on everyone's door. If anyone can't help but run over with greed, it will attract murder." Mouri Kogoro said happily as he patted the table.

"Hey, uncle, I've said it more than once, boss Kanaya is really dead!" Hattori Heiji's forehead veins jumped, "A detective like you will only make the situation more and more confusing!"

"It's so rude. Every time my dad solves a case, he goes very smoothly. He helps a lot of people!" Mao Lilan, who went to help bring coffee and ice water, walked back to the living room. When he heard what Hattori Heiji said, he put the plate in his hand heavily. As soon as he put it on the table, "He just hasn't entered the state yet. When he solves crimes, he often falls into a sleeping thinking mode, so he is called 'Sleeping Mouri Kogoro', right dad?"

"Ah, um..." Mouri Kogoro touched his head and laughed twice.

The sleeping Kogoro Mori... Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes and almost forgot about this.

"Come here, Miss Ran." Hattori Heiji pulled Mao Lilan to the side.

Mao Lilan gently broke away from him, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You said your dad often solves crimes with his sleeping posture... Where is that guy when he solves crimes?"

"What 'that guy'?"

"That's him, this one!" Hattori Heiji lifted up Conan, who was quietly approaching them trying to eavesdrop, by pulling the clothes at the back of his neck.

Belmode, who brought a glass of ice water to his lips, narrowed his eyes and looked in their direction with an extremely unkind look.

This black-skinned boy really discovered something.

Before he makes things irreversible, or else...

"He seems not to be there every time, but he often comes out from near my dad to help him explain. He is a very capable little helper."

"Oh, I see……"

Hattori Heiji turned his wrist and turned the flapping Conan in his hand towards him, and the expression on his face became meaningful.

No, I have to interrupt what he is about to say.

Putting the cup on the table, Belmode raised his legs and walked towards the three people gathered aside.

At this moment, suddenly, the whole room became dark.

It was originally early in the morning, but at this moment, there was heavy rain outside, and the lighting of the electric light was lost, and the whole house fell into darkness.

"There's a power outage!" Mao Lilan looked around in vain, "Is it because of thunder?"

"Don't worry!" Hitomi Iwai's voice came out in the darkness, "It probably just tripped, just change the fuse!"

"Candles, are there any candles?"

Fujisawa Toshiaki tentatively stretched out his hand to hold the table in front of him, frowned, took out the lighter in his pocket, and opened the lid.

A small flame lit up from the jet, and then it was pitch black...

Two lights came on.

One is the lighter in Fujisawa Toshiaki's hand, and the other is...

Belmod stopped moving forward, frowned fiercely, and looked down at the screen of the phone that lit up in his hand.

It's a new email notification.

Tsk, sooner or later, this sudden darkness is obviously a good opportunity to create an accident.

Having said that, she still raised her hand and said: "There seems to be new news... Yes, Miss Waiter, why don't you use my mobile phone to take a photo..."

She quickly opened the new email she received.

[We were driving just now. You haven’t done anything yet, right? Hope not.

Hattori Heiji is the son of Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters Hattori Heizo. If something happens to him, his attention will be drawn here, so don't act rashly.

Furthermore, his presence is necessary.

Let's open up the skylight and speak out.

Kudo's acting skills are really terrible. I had already discovered the problem within 24 hours of becoming Akira Karasawa.

Therefore, Kudo needs a helper who knows his true identity and can assist him in doing things that I cannot do. Hattori, who had a similar identity to him and vaguely guessed his situation, was a good choice.

Karasawa is his loyal partner, but Kumail is not. 】

Belmod's forward steps stopped.

After these few days of contact and judgment, she could roughly guess the state of this little lunatic Kumail.

When he starts not to use honorifics or long written expressions, it is usually his more true expression of emotions.

It can be seen that the tug and test of the past few days, as well as the exhausting developments tonight, have exhausted his patience, and the entire email is completely spoken in plain English.

This is indeed a very reasonable reason.

Kumail, who became a partner with Bourbon and acted under Bourbon's nose, did not have that much choice.

A friend who truly stands by the cool guy and can help him without any worries may play a greater role than either of them.

Unaware that she had begun to assume that Kumail was in the same camp as himself, Belmode relaxed slightly as he gave up his intention to attack.

Belmode, whose eyes flickered and who was obviously thinking about a lot of things, let out a breath and turned to the waiter, ready to help her repair the fuse together.

At this moment, she felt a slight sound of breaking through the air beside her. Her eyes widened and she almost instinctively gathered strength and raised her leg in the direction of the attack.

There was a "pop" sound, the crisp sound of a metal object falling to the ground.

There was an extremely suppressed groan of pain. The person she kicked seemed to have lost his balance due to the violent pain. There was a harsh sound from the dining table and chairs being dragged on the floor after being hit.

Judging from the sound, the other party must have knocked down the chair, crawled a few steps in embarrassment, and then stood up staggeringly.

Then, there was the sound of glass being broken from the window.

"What's wrong! What happened!"

"What's the sound? Someone was attacked?!"

"Turn on the lights, turn on the lights quickly, haven't you fixed it yet?"

The chaotic darkness lasted for a while, and then the lights in the living room finally turned on again.

Belmod closed his eyes, adapted to the violent change in brightness for a moment, and turned his sight to the direction of his attack.

A sharp ice pick rolled helplessly and unwillingly, combined with the constant rain pouring in from outside the broken window, giving me a feeling of death.