The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"That's strange. You and Shinichi aren't very familiar with each other, are you? Why are you always talking about Kudo Kudo?"

Mao Lilan, who got off the train, stared at Hattori Heiji with a slightly unkind expression, and then looked at Karasawa who looked innocent next to him.

Along the way, the two of them were sitting behind her and her father, muttering something incessantly. The volume was not turned up loud, so it was not very clear, but her ears still caught the particularly familiar name.

Do these two people really have nothing to hide from her?

"We are talking about the case, the case." Hattori Heiji glanced at Conan who was starting to sweat with his peripheral vision and said with a playful smile, "You know, the case Kudo is handling is a bit like mine... hmm!"

This time it was Tang Ze who covered his mouth without hesitation.

Although it is a good reason that Kudo Shinichi and Hattori Heiji accepted his commission, don't forget that it is Karasawa's own case that Conan is using to fool Mao Lilan.

Now, Mao Lilan, whose love brain fever has subsided a little and her IQ has improved, is just when she has doubts. If she finds out the clues, she still doesn't know what the misunderstanding will be...

He had a hunch that Detective Tan, who didn't want to be beaten to death, might turn around and say that he was shot because he was investigating his case. Wouldn't the pressure be on his side?

Eliminating this possibility from the root, Karasawa faced Mao Lilan's questioning gaze and said calmly: "Oh, Hattori was talking to me about a case he had been involved in recently, and said it was similar to the case Kudo-kun had encountered. , the two of them had some communication.”

"Ah, yes, that's it." Looking at Karasawa's face, Hattori Heiji wisely swallowed what he was about to say and followed Karasawa's wishes.

"Oh, you're talking about this kind of thing." Mao Lilan, who was not very interested in reasoning, shook his head, and finally stopped thinking about their conversation and turned back.

Maybe, these two guys who are full of inexplicable persistence in the detective career still have the intention to recruit Tang Zella to become a detective...

Really, the unjust case against Tang Ze was so difficult. They were only thinking about these things, and they didn't want to think about the burden that putting more pressure on Tang Ze would bring to him.

"Huh..." Only then did Conan let out the breath he had been holding for a while, and glared at Hattori Heiji, "Be careful, if it makes Xiaolan suspicious..."

"When you get suspicious, just tell her the truth. What does it matter?" Hattori Heiji shrugged nonchalantly, "You took so long and still haven't explained it to her clearly. That's why I feel amazing. Isn't she your childhood sweetheart? , have you ever doubted your appearance or anything?"

You can't recognize anything with a pair of glasses, do you really think you are some kind of masked vigilante...

"Of course, I still suspected it." Thinking of Kuroba Kaito, who Karasawa had pulled out of thin air to carry his bag, Conan coughed, "Well, I'll just fool him for the time being. This matter is so dangerous, so it's better to do it first. It’s best not to tell her.”

"It's so dangerous, and you didn't tell her, then if she unpreparedly told others that Kudou Shinichi was still alive and well, would it really be dangerous?" Hattori Heiji glanced at him incomprehensibly, "Really? I don’t know what you are worried about.”

"Lying to familiar and close people, the longer it goes by, the less you know how to confess. It's normal." Tang Ze calmly took over the conversation, "I remember, you also have a childhood sweetheart..."

"That's different, it's different!" Hattori Heiji suddenly became nervous and waved his hands vigorously.

"Okay, just say yes." Karasawa gave him a subtle look, exchanged a knowing look with Conan, followed them out of Osaka Station with his hands folded.

He took out his hand that was always in his pocket, and finally sent an email that he typed blindly and proofread by Noah.

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"How is it? You can call it a great achievement, right?" As he took off his apron and changed into casual clothes for going out, Toru Amuro said to the receiver in a casual tone, "'Detective' or something, what is Kumail doing?" I don’t know if it’s that piece of material, but he is a hunter like a white shark. If he smells blood, he will definitely find the opponent’s wound and hit it hard.”

"Well, it is indeed very effective." After pressing the pause button, Rum looked at Akechi Goro with a confident smile on the screen and flicked the cigar in his hand. "So, you two who are engaged in intelligence, go get in touch and do some research." What are the Nagatos doing?”

The Nagato Group owns multiple terminals on the island and is a giant in the shipping industry. This kind of personal connection is meaningful to the organization, but for Bourbon and Kumel personally, it is a bit useless.

As for being loyal and making profits for the organization, there is no need to consider this possibility. If they have this loyalty, the only possibility is that the organization's brainwashing capabilities have improved by leaps and bounds.

That's what it's like to raise a group of vicious wolves. The way to control them is to keep them full so that their minions will face the outside. Rum knows this very well.

"I remember that some time ago, the organization lost an entire transportation link, and it was when the terminal was urgently needed." Thinking of Karasawa's analysis, Toru Amuro's eyes flickered, and he adjusted his tone to a lower tone, "Some plans , there’s no harm to the organization, right?”

Show your ambition to further interfere in the organization's affairs, don't be so scrupulous, this will make you more like "whiskey"... Let's trust Karasawa's opinion and give it a try.

It is a very subtle signal for an intelligence agent to directly intervene in more specific matters without any orders.

"What you said is correct. It won't be harmful to the organization." Rum on the other side of the phone smiled silently and glanced at the subordinates who walked in. "It's a good thing to be motivated. Someone will hand over relevant matters to you later. I also I look forward to seeing how much excitement you and Kumail can create."

He hung up the phone, turned around in his chair, and looked at the morning light outside the large floor-to-ceiling window.

"The warning sign on the Bourbon side can be temporarily lifted." Rum said slowly, patting the armrest of the seat slowly.

"Don't you need to continue monitoring relevant information?" The silver-haired woman lowered her head and asked calmly in a statement tone.

"There's no need to spend that much effort. The research has yielded preliminary results and the organizational theory has been framed. That's enough." Rum waved his hands indifferently and slowly turned back to some chairs, looking at the woman's highly recognizable appearance. , "Next step, it's time to figure out the situation with your liqueurs."

The woman blinked and accepted his gaze indifferently without giving any feedback.

Rum shook his head and looked out the window again.

The empty eyes and the expression of need are beautiful, but they will make people feel disgusted after seeing them a few times. If you think about it carefully, the commonalities among these liqueurs that stood out in the organization's experiments may not be so difficult to discover.

After Kumel's new star was rising, he made a special trip to retrieve some records and saw a look similar to Curacao.

Eyes that were empty, as if they had lost their souls, and a face that was so gloomy that it couldn't express a single expression.

After being released from drug control, Kumail showed talents beyond many people's imagination. Will Curacao also have similar abilities and similar madness?

But I have to say that her appearance, which was very different from ordinary people, did give them a lot of hints.

Silver hair, heterochromatic irises, overly outstanding appearance...

"Silver bullet, a killer with supernatural powers?" Rumbling to himself, Rum chuckled, "Interesting."

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"That's Tennoji Park over there, and there's the Dome in Osaka." A smiling Hattori Heiji pointed the direction to them and laughed, "You can have a panoramic view of the entire city from Tsutenkaku. How about Osaka?" It’s a nice place, right?”

"Well, the view is indeed very good." Seeing Conan step on the stool and operate the telescope, Mao Lilan smiled and nodded, not dissatisfied with the host.

"If that's all, isn't Tokyo Tower about the same?" Mouri Kogoro yawned. A patient with a fear of heights really didn't have the mood to lean on the railing and look far away, so he could only say without energy, "The view from Tokyo Tower is also pretty good. of."

I received a rare invitation from a wealthy family and rushed to the local area, only to find that all the work I could do had been divided up by a few brats. This feeling was really unpleasant.

Mouri Kogoro, who didn't know that he had truly become a tool man, sighed unhappily.

Forget it, as an adult, he can't argue with a bunch of immature children.

"Of course it's different!" Hattori Heiji, who loves his hometown very much, immediately retorted, "That kind of boring replica doesn't have any characteristics, but it's different here. This is a neighborhood full of Osaka style!"

"You kid." Mouri Kogoro rolled his eyes. He didn't want to argue with the kid who had an inexplicable sense of city honor. He looked around, "Is it time to eat? I'm a little hungry."

Since there's nothing interesting about sightseeing, we might as well kill this kid. After all, he was the one who invited them here, so it's only natural to treat them.

"Oh, let me take a look." Hattori Heiji glanced at the watch on his left hand, "The car to pick us up is probably coming soon, just wait a little longer."

Tangze, who had been lying on the railing overlooking the city, finally raised his head after hearing this.

Previously, based on Hattori Heiji's description, he could basically determine what the case was. He was still quite curious about the murderer.

The murderers and victims in Conan come from all walks of life, and basically come from all three religions and professions, but situations involving the police are still rare.

Not to mention that the murderer is a policeman.

"Sorry, Heiji!"

Just when Hattori Heiji was reading the time and starting to think about whether he should call someone to urge him on his itinerary, a man in a suit and ties trotted over from the direction of the elevator.

"Ah, we're finally here. Were you delayed on the way?" Hattori Heiji saw the person coming and said hello with a smile, "This is Detective Mori."

"Hello, everyone, I've been waiting for a long time." The man who came over had his short hair cut flat on the top and looked unusually square. He wore a pair of large glasses on his face and looked very straightforward. "I This is Sakata from the Osaka Prefectural Police Higashijiri Division, please give me some advice.”

"It's the police." As soon as he introduced himself, Mao Lilan immediately felt a familiar temperament, nodded suddenly, and couldn't help but wonder, "Uh, but why did you ask Mr. Police to do this?"

They are here to travel, not to solve crimes. If they are accompanied by a policeman, although they are indeed used to it, they still feel something strange.

"This was not my idea. It was my father who said that it's rare for you to come to Osaka and I must treat you well, so I specially called Officer Sakata to come over." Hattori Heiji said with a smile, while giving Conan a vague glance.

Although my father ordered the selection, it was partly his idea.

Thinking of that dream, even if it was indeed a bit absurd, the possibility of suddenly encountering a gunman who killed people indiscriminately was too small, but he was somewhat uneasy if he didn't ask someone with a real gun to accompany him. .

What if, right?

"Didn't my dad say that we would come over to have dinner together?" Hattori Heiji looked around and found that no one else was there. He asked strangely, "Is there something going on at the police station again?"

"Heiji, as you know, the recent cases are quite difficult, and the head of the department has gone to a meeting again." Sakata Yusuke lowered his voice and said.

"Oh, that's it, it's really hard work..." Hattori Heiji sighed without explaining anything more, "So, where is the car, is it ready?"

After all of them arrived in Osaka in the morning, Hattori Heizo hurriedly got into the car that picked him up and left. He looked really busy with work.

Others who knew that he had official duties at hand naturally had no doubts, but Mouri Kogoro's brows twitched sensitively and couldn't help but ask: "Hey, is the car you are talking about...?"

"Don't worry, everyone, the car I borrowed is the latest one from the Tojiri Department. It is well maintained and has low mileage. It is very popular." Sakata Yusuke laughed and patted his chest as he assured.

Conan, who was full of bad premonitions, kept a subtle expression and followed the two people to the parking lot. Then, as expected, he saw a very familiar vehicle in the parking lot.

"You..." Mouri Kogoro clenched his fists and looked at Yusuke Sakata who opened the door for them with a smiling face. He couldn't get angry at someone he didn't know, so he could only swallow his anger and sit in the back seat.

Mao Lilan glanced at Hattori Heiji, who was smiling and didn't think anything was wrong at all, and shook his head helplessly: "This is really..."

She followed Mouri Kogoro and got in. She easily carried Conan over and placed him on her knees, making room for Karasawa.

Karasawa glanced at the smiling Sakata, and then at the heartless Hattori Heiji, thought for a while, and told a hellish joke: "Last time someone opened the police car door for me, and I was sentenced after I got in. ”

After saying that, Tang Ze got into the car and took the initiative to reach out and close the door.

"Uh..." Hattori Heiji's smile froze on his face.

"Sentence? Sentence?" Sakata Yusuke's hand holding the car door stiffened, and he glanced at Hattori Heiji in confusion.

"It's a joke, it's okay." Seeing that his hell joke had made people laugh, the smile moved to Karasawa's face, "I've been in a police car several times in Tokyo. Well, please remember to With the windows closed in the back, being stared at will look a lot like being arrested.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the windows on both sides of the back seat began to close impatiently, as if they were afraid that someone outside would see him if he was a second too late.

"Ahem." Hattori Heiji, who was sitting in the passenger seat, silently removed his hand from the window button, "That's right. After all, we are borrowing a police car for use. It's too high-profile and inappropriate. Well, just turn on the air conditioner for ventilation. .”

"It's okay. It's really a joke. I don't mind too much. Then why don't you turn on the siren?" Tang Ze said jokingly, "It will go faster this way."

Hattori Heiji, who was in hell and was thinking about some bad situations: "..."

A guy who makes people look worried in just one sentence is just like a person who has nothing to do. Damn it!

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"How is it? The food here tastes pretty good, right?" Hattori Heiji, who ordered a piece of udon for each of the people, sat down next to Karasawa, "This kind of crystal clear udon is the authentic udon." !"

"Indeed, the taste is light and full of flavor." Mao Lilan carefully tried the soup and nodded in agreement.

"Heiji, are you bringing friends here again?" The chef standing at the cooking table looked at Mao Lilan, then glanced at Karasawa uncertainly, then glanced at Hattori Heiji and winked.

"The taste in your store is very good, I can't help it." Hattori Heiji was chatting with him, and when he turned his head, he saw that Karasawa was not paying attention to the noodle bowl put down in front of him, but was picking up his handbag, "What, you don't like it? Udon? Try it quickly, it’s delicious.”

"Hmm..." Looking at the cookie box in his hand, Tang Ze nodded solemnly, "I don't know if it tastes good or not. It's humorous."

What he was holding in his hand were Osaka specialty snacks bought at the mall below Tsutenkaku Tower - running around bringing souvenirs to people was already a traditional skill engraved in Karasawa's bones.

Breathing chocolate and Dojima rolls are fine, but this cookie Karasawa really didn't hold up.

As we all know, there is a famous specialty snack in Hokkaido, which is made of cat tongue biscuits sandwiched with chocolate filling, and the packaging is printed with a heart-shaped snow mountain, called Shiroi Koibito (白いlovers).

Then the people of Osaka were very clever and made a cookie called Fun Lovers (面白いlovers), imitating Shiroi Koibito, with all kinds of weird fillings in the middle, which caused people to come to defend their rights with genuine copies. That's it. It became a Kansai-limited product, but it turned out to be a specialty food in Osaka.

I have to say, this kind of joke is really quite funny.

Karasawa put the biscuits back into the bag and couldn't help but glance at Hattori Heiji before picking up the chopsticks.

"? What's wrong?" Feeling a strange sense of scrutiny in his eyes, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but touch his head.

"It's nothing, I just think you are a typical Osaka native."

"ah?"

"It's okay. I'm complimenting you."