The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Because Karasawa Akira appeared in front of him, Futo Kyousuke was stunned for a moment, and therefore lost the last chance to break free.

There was a "pop!" and the next moment, another pair of hands, another pair of hands that also belonged to a young man, grabbed his other foot.

Then another pair, and another pair...

Tang Zezhao, who was standing in front of him, just watched with cold eyes, watching him being tightly grasped by pairs of hands from different people, dragging him down to the bottom of the pool of blood, and smiling again.

"You came to save me, Dr. Fuudo." Karasawa knelt down and looked at Fuudo Kyosuke, who was submerged in blood from the waist down, and stretched out his hands, "I really, really, really thank you."

Kyosuke Futo, whose mouth was covered tightly with a bloody hand, let out a screeching sound of extreme fear. He wanted to escape from the opponent's movements, but his whole body was firmly fixed by the arms that kept climbing up. He could not move at all and could only watch. He watched the hands getting closer and closer, covering his eyes and pressing on his face.

"Thank you..." Tang Zezhao's murmuring voice echoed in his ears, followed by many voices, repeating in unison, "Thank you..."

Those voices were mixed together, some were clear, some were hoarse, some were high-pitched, some were low, but they all had the same characteristics - these were the voices of boys and girls, children.

Tang Ze, who had his hands on his face, suddenly exerted huge force on his hands and pushed his head towards the pool of blood.

Fuudo Kyousuke, who was completely unable to resist, let out a changed cry, and fell silent without any suspense under the force.

A series of bubbles continued to pour out from below the water surface. Tang Ze felt the struggle in his hands and decisively increased his strength, leaving him no chance to breathe.

Soon, the crimson water surface calmed down.

After making sure that the bottom of his hand was no longer touching human skin, but the cold rock slab under the "carpet", Tang Ze stood up and shook off the blood on his hands.

"Inexplicably, I feel like a murderer who has completed the crime." After flicking his fingers and looking at the blood splattered on his fingertips, Tang Ze complained, "I feel like I should have come with the identity of Akechi, which better matches the atmosphere."

Judging from the visual effects, it seems that he really pushed Kyosuke Futo into the bloody water and drowned him. If it were Akechi Goro, the entire segment could be recorded and sent to the organization as Kumail's KPI. Adding to his psychiatric history.

"Strictly speaking, it's about the same, right?" Seeing that Tang Ze had finished his performance and sent people underground, others gathered around and looked at the pool of blood at Tang Ze's feet. Xingchuan Hui touched his chin, "Although The cemetery area below doesn’t seem to be very aggressive, but Kyosuke Futo is an ordinary person after all.”

This is a church. Generally speaking, what is connected to the underground of a church?

Tang Ze is not a religious person, but he has been to several churches. Among the areas connected to churches, the one he has seen the most is the cemetery.

And who are buried in the cemetery of this sinister Church of the Redemption?

Then you have to ask Fuudo Kyousuke himself.

"This is called self-inflicted evil." Tang Ze sighed first, and then added, "In the palace, even if it attacks itself due to subconscious distortion and inconsistent consciousness, it is unlikely to kill itself in the palace. Here, unless this guy doesn’t want to live in the first place... I think Futo Kyosuke is quite energetic and should not die."

However, it is unpredictable whether this wave of mental pollution he has brought to himself will cause the palace to deepen its distortion or collapse.

"Even if he dies, there is no one to blame." Asai Narumi added, "He opened the door of his own palace and came in by himself. He annoyed himself. If he dies here, it should be called suicide, right?"

As soon as he said this, several other people looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Asai Narumi, who didn't feel there was anything wrong with his logic, received their looks in confusion, "Is there something wrong with my statement?"

"No, no..." Miyano Akemi pursed her lips, her eyes wandering between Asai Narumi and Karasawa, "I just suddenly felt that it's no wonder that Joker hit it off with you and insisted on recruiting you."

The logic of these two guys would be unexpectedly close at some point, which is really unimaginable.

Or did Karasawa successfully infect Asai Narumi within a short period of contact?

Tang Ze took a breath with toothache: "I always feel that these words don't sound good."

"...Let's take a look here." Seeing that everything weird in the chapel slowly returned to its original state with the disappearance of Futo Kyosuke, and the Holy Communion continued in an orderly manner, Noah quickly changed the topic, "This should be All the members of the Karasawa School that Kyousuke Futo knows."

"Well, yes, he regards himself as the person who is closer to my father than them all, that is, the 'priest' who can best act on behalf of God. Then he will think that he needs to repent to God, and of course he is also a member of their school of thought. Others." Tang Ze looked around at the sparse chapel where not many people were sitting. "The ones who show their faces are the people he has met in real life. The ones who are masked or covered may be based on his impression of others on the Internet. Blurred image.”

"This annoying fly finally has some serious effects." Miyano Akemi, who had a low opinion of Futo Kyosuke, rolled her eyelids.

"Why else would I accept his hostage? Only when he thinks he is close to victory will the 'Holy Communion' begin." Tangze nodded calmly.

Asai Narumi, who came last time, happened to meet the time when Futo Kyosuke discovered Karasawa, and successfully entered the chapel and took the shocking scene.

After that, as he lost control of Karasawa, he lost the Holy Eucharist and could no longer open it.

When it was opened again, Karasawa had been confirmed to have lost his memory. When Futo Kyousuke realized that he could take advantage of the opportunity, the Holy Communion was performed twice more.

Thinking like this, Tang Ze glanced at the "Holy Son Tang Ze Akira" who was hanging on top and being sliced ​​with pork in front of him with an appraising eye.

"It took me so long to eat so little. This restaurant's business is really not active." Tangze commented dissatisfied.

"Don't use such a casual tone and say such terrible things." Miyano Akemi slapped him on the back, "Hurry up and communicate with the guests... When Futo Kyosuke's spirit really breaks down, the palace will also change. , this opportunity cannot be missed.”

The phantom thieves in the chapel concluded that the master of the hall either would not live long or that his spirit would not last long, so they began to work separately and were busy doing rescue excavations for the palace's heritage. The unknowing master of the hall himself was experiencing an unprecedented experience. torture.

"Don't, don't be like this, Harano-kun..." Seeing the young man in front of him, whose face was gray and full of lifelessness, Futo Kyosuke trembled with his lips trembling, "I just tested some medicines, you hid your Allergy symptoms...it's not my fault..."

"Of course you are not wrong." The boy called Yuanye said gently while grabbing Futo Kyousuke's neck with both hands. "I just want to thank you for everything you have done to me. Why don't you come too? Try it?"

The next moment, the itching that was about to drive people crazy started from the neck and spread all over Fuudo Kyousuke's body.

"Ah, ah——" Witnessing the red rashes and blisters on the back of his hand, Fuudo Kyousuke dug his nails into his palm, struggled hard, and broke free from the grip of Yuan Ye's hand, but was soon captured by another man. A firm grip with both hands.

"Dr. Fuido, didn't you tell me that as long as I do this, my father will like me and praise me as a good boy? Why, why was I abandoned like this?"

"Dr. Fuido, you were so sincere when you complimented me on my beauty. Why did you ruin my face like this? Did I dissatisfy you in any way?"

"Dr. Fuido, why was I involved in such a horrific attack? Is it because Nao is a bad boy?"

"Doctor Fengdo..."

"Doctor Fengdo..."

One after another, young people called and touched each other. In their words, they did not use any disrespectful names. Instead, they kept using honorifics to express their respect and dependence on Fuudo Kyosuke.

However, as soon as these touches touch the body, the most terrifying experiences of these people will be replayed in Fuudo Kyosuke.

He opened his eyes wide and was forced to feel the suffering and despair he had inflicted on others over and over again. He struggled to break free from the hands made of pairs of bones and moved towards the exit.

In the center of the room, two coffins were placed there without any dispute. On top of the coffins, the statues of Ichikawa Karasawa and Leona Karasawa were lying peacefully, like the master of ceremonies of this grand revenge ceremony, silently acquiescing. All atrocities.

Futo Kyousuke, who had experienced punishments such as burning his body with flames, unbearable stinging pain, being crushed by giant objects, etc., finally pushed open the door of the prayer room with all his strength.

The equipment on his body, which was originally used to hunt down Sato Miwako and Karasawa, was stained with blood and sweat. He climbed up the stairs with all four limbs together as if he had just crawled out of the water, and crawled along the steps to the front door. exit.

Get out of here first...this is all an illusion, an illusion...

Fuudo Kyousuke, who kept giving himself psychological hints and barely maintained his mobility, finally climbed out of the cramped corridor and stepped into a white light.

Outside the prayer room is a dark cemetery.

The swarms of bone-white tombstones and crosses, coupled with the crescent moon in the sky and the crows chirping from time to time in the dark forest, made the atmosphere extremely eerie.

Kyousuke Futo looked back and found that the underground exit he came out of was also an old tomb, and the tunnel exit was at the location of the tomb.

...He is like a ghost crawling out of the ground.

Thinking like this, Futo Kyousuke, who had just escaped from the extreme pain, turned around. Before he could take a breath in the cool night wind, he saw directly in front of him, Karasawa Ikawa, who was dressed exactly like the one in the church. He held a golden two-handed sword in his hand, guarding it like a guard.

"You said I was your teacher." Seeing Futo Kyousuke's surprised and confused eyes, Karasawa Ikawa drew the sword in his hand, "Then, what are you doing with the knowledge I taught you?"

Thinking of the merciless pursuit in the church chapel, Futo Kyousuke shuddered, turned his head and looked in the direction behind him,

Leona Karasawa, who was also dressed as a mythical character, was standing there with a smile on her face, the bow string stretched into a full moon in her hand, pointing at Kyosuke Futo who was stiff: "What do you want to do to my A Zhao? What are you doing to me?" What did those kids do? Despicable fame-seekers?"

Soon, the next voice came up, a voice that Kyosuke Futo was very familiar with, so familiar that it made him shiver when he heard it: "Dr. Fuudo... you said you would help me, you wanted to save me, so what are you running from? ?”

"Those who disrespect our Lord, you have received the Holy Communion, and you still need to complete your repentance." On the last retreat, the priest in black clutched the rosary cross in his hand, praying, and asked Feng Do Kyousuke approached, "You have committed a serious crime of blasphemy and you deserve to be punished."

Helplessly spinning around in a circle, looking at the guys walking around who seemed untouchable, Fuudo Kyosuke trembled his lips and reflexively pressed the night vision device on his head.

After a brief mechanical sound, miraculously, his night vision goggles took effect.

With trembling hands, he tightly grasped his 9mm pistol that had claimed several lives. Without thinking, Kyosuke Futo found an opening and rushed out, running through the cemetery filled with the smell of mud and dust. stand up.

"Help, help—" he shouted in a very low-spirited voice as he ran, "Someone help me—"

"Huo, your vitality is very tenacious." Tang Ze, who was attracted by the noise and was busy inputting information, glanced at the monitor that Noah moved over and couldn't help but praise, "Facts have proved that opportunities are still left to those who have It’s for the person who prepared it. Look at this night vision device, this body armor and tactical dagger, and this pistol, aren’t they ready for use?”

He said that a ruthless man who could chase Mao Lilan and Conan for several kilometers and clear out a few rounds of bullets, who was well-equipped and had high technical and tactical skills, could not die so easily!

"To live here, you need to have such a pragmatic and cautious spirit. You're not that useless, Fuuto Kyosuke." Karasawa spoke highly of Fuuto Kyosuke, who was crying so hard on the other side of the screen that he couldn't even hear his own comments. road.

Noah, who was hesitant to speak and was hesitant to speak, didn't know how to answer the call for a long time, so he had to lower his head silently and quietly change the viewing angle of the monitor.

What a sin... Leaders usually don't have such a vicious mouth.

Futo Kyosuke, why did you provoke him?

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"Huh, huh..."

After crossing the long cemetery passage, when he once again found himself standing in front of the familiar bathroom door, Fuudo Kyosuke's legs softened and he knelt down directly on the ground.

His face is now covered with mud, and there are many blood stains hanging from the branches.

He had run out of ammunition and food. Tang Zezhao, who was chasing him, took the tactical dagger away with his bare hands regardless of the injuries on his hands, and cut a deep wound on his neck.

Memories of embarrassment, fatigue, pain and fear were still surging in his heart, but looking at the bright lights in the corridor, he felt like he was in another world and wanted to cry.

Survived, he still survived...

Looking at the position leading to the interior of the church, Fudo Kyosuke's fingers twitched spasmodically twice, and he reluctantly picked up the pistol that had no bullets and forced himself to calm down.

Then he turned around and ran away in the opposite direction without looking back.

When he tried to kill Miwako Sato that day, he escaped in this direction.

A raincoat and medical gloves became the most convenient barriers, and he successfully passed the smoke reaction test without raising any concerns and returned to the scene.

This road must lead to the outside world.

Thinking like this, Fudo Kyousuke followed his memory and ran all the way out along the corridor, running towards the side door on the other side of the transept.

There was no fixed object such as a chain on the door. Kyosuke Futo was overjoyed and pushed the door open——

Then he appeared in the guidance hall on the first floor of Mihua Yakushino Hospital.

"Here we go again, here we go again -" Futo Kyousuke's voice was trembling, and he had no time to think about everything that seemed real and illusory that he encountered today.

From the moment he entered Dorobika Park, his day today was simply the most evil among evils, the most supernatural among supernaturals, as if he was not walking into an amusement park, but the entrance to hell in another world.

Kyosuke Futo, who was already surprised by the empty hospital, numbly wiped the liquid mixed with the "sacramental wine" and his own blood on his face. He was so tired that he could hardly lift his legs, but he still followed his instinct. , walking mechanically towards the main entrance of the hospital.

Let him see how ridiculous this world can be...

A "click" sound, a soft sound of mechanical collision, came the moment Futo Kyousuke walked out of the door.

He twisted his sore neck and looked blankly in the direction of the sound.

Akechi Goro was sitting on a flat bed used for emergency medicine in the hospital, holding a coffee cup in one hand and holding a stopwatch in the other hand. He looked at the numbers on the surface and shook his head.

"The current time is 3 o'clock in the afternoon." He said casually in a casual tone, like afternoon tea chat, "I'm sorry, it's timeout, Mr. Futo Kyosuke."

"You..." Kyousuke Futo, who had been almost completely destroyed by pain and continuous high-intensity pursuit, only then remembered again the "test" mentioned by Goro Akechi a few hours ago, and couldn't help but blush. Big change, "Are these hallucinations and these things all your fault?! What is this, a drug, or something weird...!"

"Shh, you're so noisy." His tone became impatient and cold. Goro Akechi casually stretched the empty coffee cup to the side. Tang Zawazaki, who was standing there with an expressionless face, reacted slowly for a few seconds and raised the cup. The coffee pot in his hand helped him refill the coffee, "You didn't even understand the test questions? Then you should thank me for giving you this opportunity."

"Examination question?" Kyosuke Futo turned back with a ridiculous look on his face, looking at the hospital where the scene inside the door had been swallowed up by darkness, "You said, this is an examination question?"

"That's right, Mr. Futo Kyosuke. You have been studying for several years, and your 'mentor' has been studying it to death without understanding it. 'Cognitive World' is now displayed in front of you." Withdrew his hand, satisfied After taking a sip of his full-sugar latte, Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and said in a sarcastic tone, "Could it be that you didn't even answer the first question of this assessment correctly from beginning to end?"

"Cognition, the world..." He repeated the word dullly, and Futo Kyosuke, whose pupils trembled violently, took a sharp breath.

In the past few hours, a strange labyrinth connected by transcending space and logic, a supernatural scene full of divinity and weirdness, quickly replayed in his mind, and he was so shocked that he trembled.

As soon as he regained his senses, he immediately turned around and wanted to rush back to the place he wanted to escape from just now.

That is, that is the cognitive world! It's his dream, it's the mentor's dream! It is the dream of the human soul!

The one who can control the world, the one who has the power of cognition...!

A loud "boom" sound came at the moment he realized the truth.

The entire palace, the entire palace based on Mihua Yakushi Wild Hospital, collapsed at the moment when the owner of the palace realized the essence of everything.

"No, no-"

He waved his hand to brush away the smoke and dust floating in front of him after the collapse of the building. Tangze glanced at Hoshikawa Fai, who was standing beside him with a dull face, pretending to be an expert with him. He cleared his throat, put down his computer, and stretched out his hand again. .

This guy, the leader, really likes to do the whole thing...

Xingchuan Hui, who was almost rolling his eyes in his heart, took a breath, and still took out what he wanted from his pocket and placed it in Tang Ze's hand.

"This is what I asked Karasawa to get from you." After fiddling with the device casually, Karasawa raised his head and showed a warm smile to Fuudo Kyosuke, who was kneeling there helplessly, "I decided to be kind. Come back, I won’t silence you directly.”

Futo Kyousuke, who was unable to move and had lost all his strength, rolled his eyes and watched Akechi Goro approaching, the shadow cast by him enveloped him, blocking all the light.

"Anyway, as long as you forget everything," Akechi Goro's eyes once again emitted a dazzling golden light as he raised the thing in his hand, "then it doesn't matter what you saw or who you saw. ?"

"No..." Realizing what he was going to do, Fudo Kyosuke struggled to stand up and stop his movements, "No, please don't, don't-"

He, he had just witnessed a miracle, he had seen wonders that his mentor had not been able to see in his life, he had witnessed the nature of cognition and knew where to pursue them!

No, don't take it away so cruelly, don't show it to him, and then—

"Boom - buzz -"

In the desperate sight of Futo Kyosuke, the all-too-familiar device emitted a dazzling light, and a violent resonance hit him. His mind was in chaos, and memories were tumbling and shattered in his mind.

Realizing that he was about to lose something, Fudo Kyousuke could no longer make any sound, and two unwilling tears still fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Well, good afternoon, Dr. Fuido. Never seen again."

Even this last ethereal voice was swept up and chewed up by the violent vibrations, leaving no more ripples.

Ah, there is a keyboard game in the book club, it will be held on the 20th, remember to come and participate.