The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"What, but..." Toshiaki Fujisawa took a step back and stayed away from Kento Toba, "He and I didn't even know each other before..."

"Of all the people, only you received the card to the garage. Miss Omu said after her boss fell off the cliff that she found out who the murderer was. I think she must have really discovered something, so she was watched by Mr. Toba On the way, he had an idea and used the trap originally prepared for you to create this fire. It just so happens that she is also a smoker. "

Toba Kento's facial muscles twitched twice, and then he laughed nervously twice.

He only laughed twice, unable to show off more of a villain's face, because his stomach started to hurt again when he laughed.

With a stiff expression on his face, he glared at Maria Toda's back angrily, and said stiffly: "You are so sure, do you have any evidence?"

It's all this strange woman's fault. Hey, it really hurts. Don't let her kick her in the gut...

“In the photo left by Irene Adler, she was wearing—”

"Um?"

"Watson's wife, what's her name?"

"You, why suddenly..."

"What's wrong, haven't you heard of these topics?" Conan lowered his head and said coldly, "What about this question, 'How do you think the relationship between Holmes and Irene Adler should be defined?'"

When Toba Kento realized something, his expression suddenly changed.

"This is not the first time for you and Ms. Omu to participate in this event. Of course you have known for a long time that the surveillance in the room is fake. In the afternoon, the reason why she panicked was probably because she wanted to ask you for answers or to take a look. Your content, but found that you didn’t answer at all, right? After all, Boss Jingu will never have the opportunity to correct your answer."

Belmode looked at Toba Kento's increasingly gray face under questioning, and then looked at Hattori Heiji, who was sitting on the ground with his head lowered, his fingers suddenly twitching a few times, and he smiled playfully.

This is not the first time she has witnessed Cool Guy's crime scene up close, but after being apart for so long, and with more and more cases he has experienced himself, his style has indeed matured a bit.

Overall, though, there's still maturity, but not much.

For example, as he talked, he gradually began to speak with a smooth Kanto accent...

Hattori Heiji, who had already woken up, didn't know if he was annoyed by his weird tone of voice. Not only did his fingers curl up, but his face also moved obviously.

Unfortunately, Conan, who had his back against the door panel, saw nothing.

"If there is a problem with what I said, how about you show us your answer sheet? There is no reason for someone like you, who actively obtains the first edition of the book, not to answer it well, right?"

Fujisawa Toshiaki looked at Toba Kento who was gradually speechless, and belatedly realized that the fierce fire and the attack in the darkness were really directed at him. A chill ran down his spine and he couldn't help but He roared angrily: "Why are you doing this? I've met you several times! Do we have any deep hatred?!"

""The Ridicule of Irene Adler." That was the book you helped publish for Boss Jin Gu, and you even assisted him in completing part of the creation, right? In his opinion, this may already be a fatal hatred. "Conan shook his head and sighed softly.

He can also be regarded as an ardent fan of Sherlock Holmes. Even because of his admiration for the image of Sherlock Holmes, he has been inspired to become an equally good detective since he was a child.

This work truly changed his life and had a great impact on him.

However, it is impossible for him to develop the difference in understanding of the work to the point where he wants to kill the other party...

"I can't understand. Irene is the only woman Sherlock recognizes... How could she laugh at him? I can't understand! You are all the top Sherlock Holmes experts on the island, and you can actually write such unreasonable things! Me! "

Hearing Toba Kento, who was kneeling on the ground in the room behind him, start to choke and roar, Conan shook his head and released a voice changer from his mouth.

Although he didn't know why, Toba Kento curled up more and more as he spoke, and his whole body became hunched over, but he was still quite emotional.

The love for the work and the characters should not have turned into such terrible hostility and attacks of mutual conquest.

Finding a favorite work, being affected by it, and loving something should be a beautiful thing in itself and a blessing in life...

"That's great, Hattori!" Mao Lilan praised, "He is indeed a famous detective in Kansai!"

Not just her, but everyone else in the room raised their hands and clapped politely.

Conan stuck his head out and held his breath slightly.

"...Ah, ah, it's nothing, it's a piece of cake!" Hattori Heiji raised his head and stood up holding on to the door panel behind him, "Thank you all, thank you."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Conan stepped forward and stood up.

"The police seem to have arrived..." Mao Lilan turned his head and distinguished the sharp siren from the crackling rain. Everyone pulled Toba Kento who was lying on the ground and carried him towards the door. direction.

Maria Toda turned back with a smile, smiled teasingly at Conan who looked relaxed, and followed Mao Lilan.

It’s fine if it’s not exposed, it’s fine if it’s not exposed…

With a "pop" sound, a black hand, in a physical sense, pinched the back of his neck.

"You are Kudo, right?" Hattori Heiji said sullenly as he pulled Conan's thin neck, while rubbing the back of his neck, "Do you know that it is too much to just stab someone's neck with a needle? behavior?"

Oops!

"You, what are you talking about..." Cold sweat broke out on his body, and Conan struggled under his strong grasp, "I don't understand what you mean."

"I woke up when you talked about technique analysis. It's really interesting. After a long time, the detective uncle also had you singing behind his back. You were using this thing to change your voice, right? Your Kansai accent is too good. It's so lame, it makes my eardrums hurt." Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth and bent down, grinding his teeth and said, "So, Karasawa is also an insider, that guy..."

Thinking of what Karasawa said many times, "Kudo also took over this case" and "Kudo is working on my case," Hattori Heiji, who thought he was already giving his heart and soul to his client, felt bitter.

The case of the diplomat last time...

Karasawa's various actions flashed back in his mind. Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes and became angry: "He was basically covering for you, and he used some excuse to investigate the case. I'll give it to you. He sent an email asking for news about you, but he didn’t answer directly... Okay, that’s great.”

"This, what does this have to do with Tang Ze?"

"Ha, you're not called Tangze brother anymore, are you? Tell me, how did you become bigger and smaller? What are you two doing?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can people become bigger or smaller..."

"If you don't say so, then you wait...Miss Lan!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

The quarrelsome conversation between the two boys floated into his ears along with the regular sound of Ye Yu. Belmod couldn't help but squint his eyes. After thinking about it, he still took out his cell phone.

[The games these two days have been very interesting. You are right. It is necessary to keep Hattori Heiji. Thanks for the treat.

From what he said, it wasn't the first time you met. It seems that you have been searching for Hattori Heiji for a long time? 】

Deep down, she applauded Kumail's approach.

Although he may not be able to protect them directly, he can judge everyone who comes close to them at such a close distance. This may not be a kind of protective screening...

Comparing his own situation, it is not difficult to find that he has done his best and done his best.

When you agree with him, Kumail is a safe supporter.

[If you’re having fun, leave quickly and don’t attract unnecessary attention.

A good accomplice should not drag her innocent accomplice into the water. 】

What a rude statement.

Belmode bent his eyes, fiddled with his fluffy blond hair, and looked at the red and blue police lights that were gradually flashing in the rain.

What he said was right, the sky was getting brighter and dawn was approaching.

Things that belong to the night should also return to their own darkness.

Carrying Conan, who gave up struggling and began to explain the situation in detail, Hattori Heiji noticed Maria Toda's back at the end of the crowd and glanced at her strangely.

This aunt always had a sense of disharmony, which always made him feel as if he had seen someone with a similar temperament somewhere... It was really strange.

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The waistcoat fell off again, and even the posture of falling off the horse was exactly the same as last time. The person who was stabbed woke up in the middle of his sleep...

With the arrival of the police who entered the scene, Hattori temporarily stopped and gave him a stern warning that he would make it clear to him on the way back and that he would have to ask Karasawa for an explanation.

Following Mao Lilan, they went back to their room to pick up their luggage and prepared to return to Tokyo in the vehicle arranged by the police. Conan looked at his toes dejectedly.

Really, could something as unbelievable as being a child be exposed so easily? How could one or two of them become suspicious so quickly?

He was not very confident in his acting skills, so he muttered to himself, waiting for Mao Lilan to take out his schoolbag.

Alas, it was a good party, but I didn’t feel any pleasant communication atmosphere. Instead, I watched fellow fans fight until two people died. This kind of thing will make people lose interest in communicating with other fans.

The phone was also smashed, and I didn’t know if the data could be repaired. I had to take it back to Dr. Ali for a look.

I didn’t even look at the precious first edition of the book. I wonder if Kento Toba put it away properly.

But after all, Toba Kento is indeed a loyal Sherlock Holmes fan, so he should not destroy such a precious thing...

Conan was putting his schoolbag on his back. When the two shoulder straps fell onto his shoulders, his thoughts suddenly stopped.

Is his schoolbag so heavy...

Taking a peek at Mao Lilan who was packing her clothes, and seeing that she didn't pay attention and didn't look strange, Conan took off the backpack again and quietly opened the schoolbag to take a look.

A thick, yellowed book, neatly wrapped in a plastic bag, lay quietly at the bottom of his bag.

Quickly realizing what it was, he felt a surge of electricity on his back and subconsciously reached out to take it out.

The first thing his fingertips touched before the plastic wrapping around the books was a hard card.

[A small surprise for friends who really love it.

Yours truly, joker.

P.S. It’s not stolen goods. Keep it safely. I won’t care for out-of-print and orphaned books. 】

...Holy shit, why do I still owe so much [Hold head]