The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Seeing Toyama and Haha grabbing Hattori Heiji's arm and beating him, Judy smiled and raised the goblet in her hand and slowly drank all the wine in the glass.

"Great!" I don't know if she was praising Toyama Kazuye's technique or the wine she drank. Judy's cheeks turned red and she praised loudly, "It's really good!"

"... As long as you like it." Conan looked at Tang Ze, who was enjoying the show, and then at Judy, who looked unconcerned, and his eyebrows twitched twice.

Hattori Heiji, who was defeated and defeated by Karasawa, had to try hard to maintain his composure and arrange the scene while facing the fists of Toyama and Ye Buyi. It was really miserable.

However, if you think about it carefully, there is really nothing wrong with Karasawa's answer just now (a quibble).

It is true that Hattori Heiji himself forgot about Toyama Kazuha. Not only did he let go, he didn't even think of finding someone to pick him up. And if Kazuha hadn't found him himself, he probably wouldn't have cared about being left behind by himself. Qingmei on the side is still focusing on the details of the case and thinking about methods.

The main responsibility lies with Hattori himself. Karasawa at most helped Toyama and Ye Yiyi, but he can't be said to be...

Wait a minute, because of the sudden case situation, I abandoned the appointment with Xiaolan and left her alone. It seems that it was the same... even the day when I was knocked down by Gin...

Oops, Hattori’s today could be his tomorrow, right?

Unknown to the wide-eyed Conan, he had already begun to prepare various life-saving plans for emergencies. Hattori Heiji dragged Toyama Kazuha, walked to the door with difficulty, and closed the door: "Then now, we I need to make some more preparations, please..."

Takagi Wataru, who was left in the room to assist, gave a wry smile. He glanced at Tangze, who was holding his arms and smiling, and walked to the bedside of the deceased Takai together.

The noisy indoor scene was isolated with the closing of the door. Several suspects outside the door who were called again looked at the police operation in confusion, which they could not understand the purpose of. You look at me, I look at you. , looking very confused.

"Didn't you ask us to come here for on-site verification? This is..." Nakamachi also pointed to the closed door.

"Why do you let a foreign woman drink in Takai's room?" A slightly uneasy Chuan Sheng thought for a moment and asked calmly.

Even if these people really figured out how he committed the crime, just a little bit of side evidence would not be conclusive evidence to crucify him.

Even if there are verification methods that can better prove his malicious intent, as long as he bites himself to death and does not intend to rely on these methods to kill people, the police will have nothing to do with him.

It would be better to say that he chose such a method after thinking hard, rather than a more direct and intense conflict, precisely because of these.

How can he be condemned?

Thinking of this, Chuan Shengsheng straightened his back again and felt confident again.

"Well, this is to simulate the situation at the time of the crime and to find out how the tragedy happened to the deceased." Mu Mu Shisan, who has been a policeman for many years, with the unremitting persistence of several detective enthusiasts, was able to figure out a little bit. After accepting a little bit of their view that Takai died of murder, they almost immediately noticed some doubts among several people.

As colleagues, or in other words, subordinates who had dinner and drinks together in the afternoon, apart from Chika Shimoda who broke down crying in front of the corpse, the other two people were indeed too calm.

However, doubts are just doubts.

He moved his eyes away and looked at the closed door in front of him again. He waited patiently for a few more minutes before finally waiting for the person in the room to open the door.

"We have let Teacher Judy lie on the bed to rest. Assuming that the deceased's mobile phone is also within the reach of him when he falls asleep, I put my mobile phone next to her pillow." Takagi Wataru explained.

"In addition, we also did some tricks in the room while Teacher Zhu was not paying attention." Hattori Heiji just showed half a smile, but the grip of Toyama Kazuha on his arm made his expression stiffen.

Yuan Shan and Ye Bu Shan stared at his side face for a few seconds, then looked at the closed door behind them, their eyes darting back and forth, as if they were in some kind of thinking.

Looking at her richly changing face, Tangze seemed to be able to see the suspenseful BGM and ambient light in her mind.

"Young foreign female teacher, when you drink, you go to other people's homes..." Yuan Shan and Ye didn't turn up the volume very loudly, but Tang Ze, who was standing on both sides of them, could still hear clearly, "You really Are you here to help that 'Kudo', and don't you have any other ideas?"

This is not because she is suspicious. Toyama Kazuha is well aware of Hattori Heiji's old-fashioned nature of oral pleasure.

Of course, he wouldn't have the guts to actually flirt with girls, but if you want to ask whether he likes to look at beautiful women...

Her fingers tightened on Hattori Heiji's arm.

"Ahem, anyway, it's time to start." Karasawa, who felt that Hattori Heiji might be speechless for a while, took over his words and said to several people, "Let's simulate it one by one."

"Well, Chiba, it's time to start." Memu Shisan, who felt it was a bit nonsense, clicked his tongue and took out the walkie-talkie to give instructions.

"Received." After hearing the news, Police Officer Chiba who was standing downstairs reconfirmed that he was standing where Chika Shimoda was at that time. He raised the camera in his hand, pointed in the direction of 2103 o'clock, and pressed the shutter conscientiously. .

"Well, then, Mr. Nakamachi's email, right?" Megure Thirteen looked at Nakamachi Tongya.

"Yes, then, let me send an email to Officer Takagi's mailbox." Conan looked at Hattori Heiji, who was grinning and communicating with Toyama and Haha in a low voice. He no longer expected this useless little friend to get anything. He picked up his cell phone and pressed it.

"Zero Zero Zero——"

A crisp new message notification sounded in the darkness, and the phone screen brightened.

Judy, who was lying on her back on the bed, exhaled, sat up, picked up her phone, and clicked on the email.

【Who are you? 】

In the email interface, neat serif fonts form such a line of text.

Judy glanced at it, then looked at the mailbox where it was sent, and smiled.

Outside the door, Conan's cell phone vibrated, and a new message came back from the other side.

【himitsu.(Secret)】

"Did you receive it, Teacher Judy?" Tangze saw the joking Roman voice on the phone screen at a glance and asked with a smile.

"Yes, very interesting email!" Judy's smiling voice came through the door.

"Okay, there's only one last item left!" Hattori Heiji, who finally freed his arm, took a breath, shook his hand, took out his cell phone and dialed, "Mr. Kawakami called."

As he spoke, he stared straight at Kawakoshi's square face, and saw that the other party secretly clenched his back molars because of nervousness, so that he tightened the protruding mandibular angle, and showed a meaningful smile.

The look in this boy's eyes is really unpleasant...

Kawakawa took a breath, tried to ignore the other person's expression, and listened to him making the call.

"Can you hear me, Miss Judy? Hello?"

"No problem, Hattori-kun. So what do we do now?"

"I remember that Mr. Kawakami's call lasted about seven or eight minutes, so just keep communicating and say a few words."

"Oh? What should I say?"

"Anything is fine, for example..." Hattori Heiji glanced at the people in the corridor, "You are an English teacher, right? Then, let's have some daily English conversation. Hi, where're you from? What's your nationality ? (Where are you from, what country are you from)"

Ha, I really don’t know whether to call him too provocative or persistent.

Sitting in the dark room, Judy tapped the edge of the bed with her fingers.

If this kind of temptation were the real Belmode, would she expose her secrets, pretend that she didn't find anything, or would she just play around and have some fun with this child...

Thinking like this, she replied: "I come from...a faraway place. (I come from a far away place) How about you? (What about you)"

Hattori Heiji slanted his eyes and glanced at the side frame of his mobile phone, constantly evaluating it in his mind.

Are you already aware of his situation and are fighting back, or is it really just "English conversation" as you said just now?

"I'm from osaka. (I'm from Osaka) so..." Hattori Heiji glanced at Karasawa's expression, "Do you know karasawa? (Do you know Karasawa)"

"Of course, I know him, too well. (Of course, I know him too well.)" Judy laughed twice.

Her slightly hoarse mature voice has a unique atmosphere that makes it difficult to think about her answer literally.

Is this intentional, or...?

Fortunately, before the two of them could continue their very basic, yet game-player-like conversation, some noise from a poor signal finally came out of the receiver.

So, instead of asking the next question, Hattori Heiji said directly: "Sorry, the signal is a bit bad, I can't hear clearly."

"Ah, under normal circumstances, there will be many signal difficulties on floors that are too high. The signal coverage in this building is intermittent. This is often the case when I am on the phone." Judy stood up and glanced at the bed behind her. The window on the side looked to the opposite side again.

The layout of the bedrooms was generally similar to Takai's bedroom. She remembered that the balcony was outside the window on the other side of the bed...

"I'll continue talking on the balcony. We have to keep talking, right?"

She said to the person on the other side of the communication, opened the window that was only as high as her crotch, and stepped out.

The next second, panicked screams came directly from the door.

"Ah - help!"

Watching Hattori Heiji's series of mysterious operations, and even farting, he gradually lost interest, and the sleepy-looking Megure Thirteen suddenly became alert.

"Teacher Judy! What happened!" He immediately opened the door and turned on the light in the room.

The dark room lit up again, and Judy, who had already stepped over the window sill with one leg, was struggling to fasten the window frame with both hands, screaming softly because of her imbalance.

Tang Ze, who followed silently, pulled a handful of rope to ensure that Judy would not really slip and fall. He walked to the bed and stretched out his hand to pull Judy back into the room.

"This, this is..." Mumu Shisan, who didn't understand the situation, touched his head and looked at a few people.

Hattori Heiji walked to another window with the curtains drawn up, and pulled the curtains open, revealing the terrace behind: "This is what we did - while Teacher Judy was lying on the bed, we moved the bed Pushed to the other side.”

Hattori Heiji glanced at Toyama Kazuha, who was clinging to him like a spirit, and cleared his throat.

"When I just made the call, I suddenly realized that because of the signal fluctuations in the room, the residents here should be more accustomed than me to going to the open terrace to continue talking when there is a signal problem. Because of the impression before turning off the lights, the teacher Naturally, I thought that the window opposite the bed was the one facing the balcony, so I opened the window directly out of habit, but I almost fell."

When he said this, he felt that he had made most of the important points clear, and looked at Kawakami, who had a stiff expression outside the door: "Am I right, Mr. Kawakami?"

"That's it." Police Department Mumu glanced at the position of the two windows, as well as the height difference between the bed and the window sill, and nodded, "This is the original position of the deceased's bed. He was used to receiving calls on his mobile phone. Sometimes, in order to ensure the signal, he stepped directly from the bed to the balcony... He was very drunk today, so it was even more difficult to distinguish and maintain balance."

"That's it." Hattori Heiji put his hand in his pocket and pointed to the window sill where Judy was sitting, "In fact, you only need to move the bed in advance, or move the bed after the deceased falls asleep - we I just tried it, this bed has universal wheels, it is easy to move, even Teacher Judy, who had had a few glasses of wine, didn't notice it."

After saying that, he raised his chin to Takagi Sheba again.

Because she suddenly lost her balance, Teacher Judy instinctively threw away her cell phone. As a result, Takagi Wataru's cell phone was violently thrown more than a meter away. When they entered the door, it was still sliding miserably on the floor.

At this time, Takagi Wataru picked up his mobile phone with a heartbroken look on his face and checked to see if there was any damage. After reacting for a few seconds, he slowly took something out of his pocket.

Why do the detectives of the Tokyo Investigation Section 1 feel that Ako is not very smart...

Hattori Heiji, who had waited for him for a few seconds, curled his lips, and in order to maintain his aura in front of the murderer, he continued: "Before moving, I asked Officer Takagi to push Karasawa onto the bed, which may have come into contact with Fingerprints have been collected at the location. Do you think there will be one for you?"

Kawakawa's face tightened, he looked at Hattori Heiji's face, was silent for a while, and then sneered.

"Okay, everything you said is right. I did move his bed." Chuan Sheng nodded, and immediately his expression became proud, "But Takai asked me to move it for him. He said he was dizzy after drinking too much. , isn’t this okay? Oh, so Takai died because of the change in room layout? Then can I say that he really lacked self-awareness? "

"Hey, hey, that's evidence, kid, you—"

Outside the door, Conan, who quickly grabbed something from the policeman's hand, had already opened the corresponding app and clicked the play button.

"'...Takai, do you feel this fear of falling from a high altitude? Goodbye, go to another world and apologize to the flat house!'"

A slightly distorted, but obviously identifiable voice belonging to Chuan Sheng was played from the speaker.

"Uncle, your tone of voice is so fierce." Conan grinned and pointed at the broken mobile phone in his hand, "It's really surprising that you can speak like this."

"You may not have thought that Mr. Takai recorded your phone call at the last moment before falling, and tried to throw the phone back into the house..." Hattori Heiji looked at Kawazuki's shocked expression, "Even if there is no more direct evidence, , can this recording convince the prosecutor to establish a strong connection between you and this case, what do you think, Mr. Kawakami?"

Chuan Sheng stared at the mobile phone, took a few deep breaths, and closed his eyes hard.

"If I had known it earlier, I might as well have stopped making so many twists and turns." After a moment of adjustment, his mood slowly returned to a stable state. He glanced behind Judy at the bright night with stars outside the curtains, regretfully. He sighed, "If you just fall or something, you'll die too quickly and you won't have time to regret it, right?"

Hearing the meaning in his tone, the policemen on both sides paused for a moment as they stretched out their hands to handcuff him.

Chuan Sheng had no intention of resisting, and let the silver handcuffs hit his wrists. He glanced at the mobile phone in Conan's hand, and just sighed again.

"that's too regretful."

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"Well, Hattori-nii asked me to do this!"

"Oh, it's really not good to just steal things from the detective's hands. Don't do that next time, Conan..."

"I see!"

Takagi Sheba looked at his face with a big smile and couldn't believe his answer.

He always felt that he had seen many illegal operations of this child in too many places, and it was very likely that he would see more of them.

Takagi Wataru, who was holding the evidence cell phone, walked away worriedly. Conan turned to look at Hattori Heiji, who was still wrestling with Toyama and Haha, shook his head, and looked at the man standing silently in the corner, turning over and over, looking at his cell phone. Karasawa.

"What's wrong, what are you looking at?" Standing next to him, Conan glanced at his movements and asked uncertainly.

"What brand?" Tang Ze looked at him and asked suddenly.

"What, what brand?" Conan was confused by his unclear question.

"That mobile phone, what brand is it?" Karasawa pointed at Takagi Wataru's back, "It fell from the 21st floor and only cracked the casing and the outer screen. I think we, or at least you, really should change to that one. "

He guessed that it was not that the prisoner did not expect that the deceased might record the call, but that he did not expect that after falling almost 80 meters, the person would be smashed into a piece of cake. The mobile phone was fine!

Brother, that was the cell phone that fell from the elevator apartment on the 21st floor!

And, you see, the ability to record calls is such a necessary mobile phone function in the world of Kexue.

When I got back, I persuaded Tohru Amuro to change it and stop playing with your copycat Apple. It’s really not good if you can’t record various sounds at the same time.

"Hurry up and get another one." Tang Ze said, reaching out and patting Conan on the shoulder, and said sincerely, "Remember to carry it as close as possible. Whether you can avoid being shot depends on it."

I thought Karasawa would have some kind of acceptance speech about the case, but Conan was choked up by the words: "..."