The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Ah - damn it! Why did you lose again!"

"Hey, Chengzheng."

Tangze put down the handle, moved his wrist a few times, and cupped his hand.

"That's too much. Are you here to give a gift, or are you here to attack someone...Next time you give me a game, I won't come." Judy snorted and threw the controller that made a noise. While going, "You must have played it in advance, cheating!"

"Did you find out?" Tang Ze, who actually opened the game for the first time, raised his hand with a smile.

"That's so despicable, you're treating me tonight!" Judy, who had changed into a casual windbreaker and pants, stretched and stood up from the sofa, "Wait, I will come to take revenge on you when the arcade version is released. .”

"Then we'll see." Seeing that she had no intention of continuing to play, Tang Ze also stood up from the sofa, looked at Conan who came out of another room, and smiled meaningfully, "How are you, senior management? The view is still pretty good, right? Did you take the photos you wanted?”

"Uh, well, it's really awesome!" Conan, who just found an excuse and ran to the terrace and the guest room to search, carefully observed Judy's expression for a while, and nodded hurriedly.

"What about you, have you found the band-aid?" Karasawa looked at Hattori Heiji who came out from the other direction.

"Looking for it, I found it!" Hattori Heiji pointed to the band-aid attached to his arm, met Judy's gaze, and smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry, sorry, I was too involved in playing and left everyone out." Judy, who laughed twice, shook her head and said proactively, "You guys came unexpectedly, and I didn't prepare enough meat and vegetables here. It's better to go out to eat." Yes. Tang Ze is treating me."

"Do you want me to treat four people at once? The lion is so open-minded." Tangze picked up the commuting bag that was casually put aside and said with a smile, "It's too expensive, I can't afford it, so be merciful."

"It's for three people and a kid's meal." Judy corrected, adjusting her clothes, "Let's go, I want to pick a place carefully and I won't let you go."

Tang Zedang took the first step and followed Judy towards the entrance. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two people who had sneakily gathered together and were whispering, and exchanged funny looks with Judy.

Do these unreliable detectives really not think that they are suspicious?

"It's not easy to raise children, isn't it?" Judy lowered her voice and teased softly.

"It's okay, it's quite fun." Tang Ze followed her out of the room, "Besides, how should I put it, following the detective will always bring you unexpected gains."

"What kind of windfall?" Judy asked curiously, not having experienced the simple folk customs of Miwa Town for a long time.

As for the search techniques, she just paid a little attention. Although they are very young children, it is indeed obvious that they have sufficient experience and sophisticated techniques, and they are definitely not rookies.

Very good, and quite talented considering his age, but that's about it.

Ordinary criminals with very little criminal experience have different concepts from these well-trained agents.

If Tangze could hear her thoughts, he would decisively tell her that the two detectives behind him were just bad guys, and if he switched to European Emperor Mao Lilan, he would withdraw the gold with a single draw.

But Tang Ze couldn't hear it, so he just replied meaningfully: "Well, I think you will understand it soon."

"Did you find anything?" Hattori Heiji asked in a breathy voice as he bent down.

"No, there are only some personal belongings, not even any dangerous goods." Conan shook his head slightly and sighed.

If this is because Teacher Judy is really innocent and has nothing to do with the organization, that would be fine, but if she is really Belmod...

That will be a difficult opponent.

"Okay, don't let Karasawa hold it alone, go over and talk." Conan kicked Hattori Heiji with his heel, hurried two steps, and came to Karasawa's side.

He and Judy have met a few times, and they are relatively familiar. Hattori Heiji, a complete stranger, if he does not communicate with Judy throughout the whole process, unless Karasawa makes up a setting like social phobia for him to help him Round it out, otherwise it will be suspicious and rude.

Finally out of the evidence-collecting state, Hattori Heiji returned to his normal emotional state. While several people were waiting in front of the elevator, he stepped forward and started talking to Judy.

"Wow, the 'Famous Detective of Osaka'? That's awesome!" Judy showed a slightly exaggerated expression of surprise, "Is that the same as that one, Goro Akechi?"

"...Why do you use him as an analogy?" The smile stiffened, Hattori Heiji's hands in his trouser pockets tightened the fabric, "Generally speaking, everyone would bring me to discuss with Kudo. Akechi Goro has just arrived. Tokyo hasn’t been around for long.”

"Well, aren't you and Akechi the same kind of detectives? I thought that young people like you living abroad would have more common topics." Judy held her chin and asked thoughtfully.

"Huh? Living abroad?" Hattori Heiji realized something, and a vein suddenly appeared on his forehead, "How do I look like a Japanese?"

"Isn't it? I thought Karasawa unexpectedly had many foreign friends. Your skin color doesn't look very Asian, and your Japanese is a bit weird..." Judy looked surprised.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Of course I am an authentic Japanese!" Hattori Heiji's voice suddenly rose, "The Osaka accent is also very normal Japanese!"

"'Osaka accent'...what does it mean?" Judy glanced at the other two people in confusion.

"It means, uh, Kanto and Kansai have different accents..." Conan's mouth twitched as he explained, patting Hattori Heiji's clenched fist, "I remember that there are differences in spoken English in different places in the United States. It’s pretty big too.”

Forget it, don't argue with foreigners.

We still have to observe her next actions, stay calm, Hattori.

"That's what it means. It turns out that Japanese can also be spoken. It's amazing." Judy covered her mouth and nodded suddenly. At the same time, she raised her eyes and exchanged a joking look with Karasawa through the mirror-like elevator door.

Little detectives, it’s really fun.

"What's so weird about the Kansai accent? You learned Japanese from people in Tokyo. If you had gone to Osaka, you would now think that the accent of Tokyo people is weird." The indignant Hattori Heiji endured it, but still endured it. He kept mumbling.

"What you said makes sense. Everyone thinks their accent is normal." Judy agreed, trying hard not to laugh.

He always felt that although her tone was calm, she still seemed to be mocking him. Hattori Heiji took a deep breath and saw Judy's obviously white face with different features through the elevator mirror, and couldn't help but feel discouraged.

"Forget it, it's already pretty good for foreigners to learn Japanese to this level." He shook his head and said to himself.

While they were talking, the LCD screen on the elevator had already counted down to 1, and several people filed out and walked to the street outside the apartment.

The autumn night came earlier than before. Although it was not yet 6 o'clock, the afterglow of the evening was almost completely gone. Outside the large glass curtain wall, the purple sky was slowly spreading downwards.

So the person standing outside the apartment building, holding a camera and taking pictures, looked particularly conspicuous.

"Hey, this is not the person just now..." He recognized at a glance that this was the woman who walked out of the next door while they were waiting in front of the door. Conan glanced at his watch in confusion.

When they waited in front of the door for about twenty minutes, the man left from the next door. After Judy came to open the door for them, Tang Ze took Judy and kept playing games in the living room, while the two of them were in this area. Climb high and low in the considerable apartment and search everywhere.

A quick calculation showed that more than an hour had passed since they saw her coming downstairs.

"She seems to be my next-door neighbor, Mr. Takai's girlfriend." Judy looked at the woman's face and explained.

"Her boyfriend lives next door? Then why are you taking pictures here..." Hattori Heiji also became strange.

The four people muttered like this as they walked out of the apartment foyer and stood on the sidewalk.

"Hey, be careful-" Judy noticed the falling object with sharp eyes, and stretched out her hand to pull Tangze, who was standing at the edge, back half a step to get out of the way of the possible landing point of the high falling object.

You're really on point, prisoner-san.

Tangze praised in his heart and turned to look at the location he just passed.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and a mobile phone fell straight onto the stone tiles of the sidewalk. The cracked screen and casing even broke out some sharp debris, which bounced onto his legs.

Almost simultaneously, Conan and Hattori Heiji stepped forward without hesitation, walking towards the object that bounced and fell to the ground without any movement.

"It's a mobile phone." Hattori Heiji squatted down and picked up something from the ground.

"Why from such a high place..." Conan leaned over and took a look, then looked upward along the direction of the fall.

Then his expression froze and he immediately took half a step back.

"Be careful—" Karasawa and Judy shouted at the same time, but Hattori Heiji, who had quick reflexes, stood up quickly and dodged backwards.

After a heart-wrenching muffled sound and a weird cracking sound, a human body hit the spot where the phone fell.

The person who fell was lying on his back, and the back of his head hit the hard ground. The height of tens of meters created a huge kinetic energy that was far beyond the human body's ability to bear, causing his head to be smashed out like a fragile fruit. A burst of radioactive juice.

On the 21st floor, the back of his head hit the ground. Judging from the degree of deformation of his body and the huge amount of bleeding, the man with wide eyes and a frightened expression must be hopeless.

Having said that, looking at the two detectives who were almost passed by by the heavy and heavy bodies, after a brief surprise, they squatted down again without hesitation and got in front of the man. Tang Ze's The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch for a while.

Hey, a person fell down half a meter away from you. The two of you didn't even pause, but calmly walked over to observe the corpse. Is this really reasonable?

The blood is splattered on your shoes. How can you even change your expression?

Look at the serious family members of the deceased...

Tangze turned his head and looked at the woman a few steps away who was watching this scene with a horrified expression.

When Hattori Heiji had already taken out his gloves from his pocket and checked on the man directly, the woman finally realized that she must have witnessed the fall.

"Ah ah--"

A piercing scream pierced the night sky as expected.

It's comfortable, it's just right.

Tang Ze withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and met Judy's completely surprised gaze.

"Is this what you said, an unexpected gain?" She pointed upward with her index finger. She couldn't tell whether she was referring to the fact that someone fell from a height, or to some mysterious providence.

Tang Ze looked down at the detectives who were already in front of the man's face, put on gloves and were about to start the autopsy examination: "Isn't it interesting enough? Look at them."

Judy took two steps forward, bent down and observed the deceased, and at the same time observed the two heads below.

"The deceased died on the spot." Withdrawing his hand from touching the side of the man's neck, Hattori Heiji calmly described, "No other symptoms were observed, so he probably died from falling from the building."

"Where did it fall from?" Conan raised his head and looked up at the tall apartment in front of him.

This high-end apartment building has 30 floors. The 21st floor where Judy is located is only two-thirds of the height. If you want to fall to death of a human being, most of them can be achieved.

"Probably the 21st floor." Recognizing the man's face, Judy shrugged.

"Hey, do you know him?" Hattori Heiji glanced at Judy, then quickly looked away.

Judy wore a loose black casual shirt on her upper body, and tied up the hem of the shirt with a belt with gold hardware around her waist. As she bent over, the snow-white skin gathered along the V-neck on her neck was highlighted. The sexy charm of a mature woman made him dare not take a second look.

If I have to say it, in terms of body shape, she does seem to look a lot like Chris Wynyard. He thought idly and quickly drew his attention back.

Japanese high school students are surprisingly innocent.

Judy, who noticed his little movements, raised her red lips and continued: "He is Mr. Takai who lives next door to me. If nothing else, he may have fallen from his home."

"Ah? What?" The woman, whose legs were trembling and stood a few steps away without daring to come near, was startled when she heard the name and immediately rushed over, "Takai, how is that possible, Takai!"

After getting closer, she was finally able to distinguish the deformed face completely. Her knees weakened and she knelt down in front of the corpse, covering her face and crying bitterly.

"Oh, I remember..." Hattori Heiji, who took a step back at the right time to leave enough space for the victim's family, remembered Judy's previous words, "You seem to have just said that she is Mr. Takai's girlfriend."

"Yes!" Judy nodded, looked at the face of her neighbor who was rarely familiar, and shook her head regretfully.

It's a pity that her ability to recognize Asian faces is not very good, so she finally found a familiar neighbor.

"So, when you and the other two gentlemen left the house more than an hour ago, Mr. Takai was still at home?" Hattori Heiji, who confirmed the woman's identity, turned back to ask.

"Well... he drank too much at the time and must have fallen asleep in the bedroom!" Chika Shimoda choked up and replied, "Okay, why did he suddenly commit suicide..."

"How do you know that he committed suicide? Since you also said that he was drunk, there is still a possibility that he was pushed downstairs." Judy asked with clear logic.

"Because I hold the only key to the apartment. He is the only one in the house. He drank too much and stayed in the bedroom. Even if someone rings the doorbell, he can't open the door!" Chika Shimoda retorted loudly.

"That's not necessarily true." Conan held the shattered mobile phone with a handkerchief and showed the screen to Chika Shimoda. "Look, this is his mobile phone, right? Before he fell from the stairs, he had I talked on the phone with a person named Kawakami, and a minute ago, a person named Nakamachi sent him an email, which he has already read."

"That's right, in addition, just before he fell, there was another person with suspicious behavior, standing on the darkened street, raising his head to take pictures of the apartment..." Hattori Heiji looked at Shimoda Chika's face that was wet with tears. Face, eyes narrowed.

"Well, actually..." Shimoda Chika was stunned and wanted to explain.

"Don't tell me yet." Hattori Heiji raised a hand and looked at Karasawa who had dialed the phone skillfully and was about to end the communication. "If you have any questions, wait until the three of you arrive and the police arrive. Let’s talk slowly.”

"...Yes, yes, that's the apartment. Well, Hattori-kun is here, he's already taking pictures, don't worry. Okay, Officer Megure."

After hanging up the phone, Karasawa calmly narrated: "Officer Megure hasn't returned to the police station yet. It may take a little longer. He will be there in fifteen minutes."

After saying that, he reached into his commuter bag to fish for it, and under Judy's shocked gaze, he pulled out a rice ball.

"Here, let's eat a little first. No matter how fast it is, it will still take an hour or two." Karasawa handed the rice ball in his hand to Judy, "I made it myself, feel free to eat it."

"Oh, oh..." Judy took the things in a daze, looked down at the rice balls wrapped tightly in plastic paper, and pinched them twice reflexively, feeling a little unable to recover, "Did you prepare this in advance?"

"It's considered part of daily necessities." Tangze took one for himself, opened the package and took a bite. "If you disrupt your daily routine because of a case, you will get stomach problems."

Seeing Judy holding the rice ball in a daze, Tangze thought for a while, put his hand into the bag and fished it out again: "Don't like rice balls? I also have toast here. I bake it myself in the store."

"No, no need..." Judy stared at Karasawa's not-full bag for a while, shook her head, and silently opened the rice ball package.

Although, it was strange to stand next to a fresh corpse and eat rice balls. Although, she was actually not very hungry, and the nature of her work had made her accustomed to various irregular eating times. A time difference of one or two hours would not affect anything.

But for some reason, she always had the illusion that if she continued to refuse, Karasawa might take out a whole lunch if she felt in the bag for a while...

When I was reading the comics, I really wanted to complain. A person fell to the ground while wiping his hands. He leaned over and started reading with a calm expression. How outrageous.