The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Although there are many tourists, this is indeed a small island. When checking in, a few people easily found out about Saori Monori from the receptionist.

"If you are here to see Saori, she seems to have not come back for several days after leaving the island." The girl at the front desk who told them the news said casually, "This is the busiest time on the island. She My boss was very angry when I was suddenly absent from work.”

Hattori Heiji nodded his thanks and looked at each other with the others, realizing that there might be something wrong with Saori Kadori.

"She works in a souvenir shop, so that's just right." Hattori Heiji, who looked more serious, suggested, "Let's just go shopping on the street like other tourists do."

This island is of decent size, but there are not many residents. There is only one concentrated commercial district on the entire island, and the rest of the island is still in its original state.

A person with high EQ means maintaining the original ecology of nature, while a person with low EQ means there are not many people, not much money, and the overall level of development is not high.

So it was natural to walk around the shopping street and find the store where Kadori Saori works.

"Mermaid Shou, mermaid ema..." Mao Lilan bent down and looked at the products on the counter carefully, "Mermaid belt, uh, um, quite distinctive, but this dugong bun..."

She stared at the mermaid picture on the packaging with its weird lines that blended into the surrounding waves. She remembered the legend about "eating mermaid flesh to live forever" and was speechless for a moment.

"There are really a lot of mermaid products..." Toyama Kazuye picked up a hanging painting depicting mermaids, then looked at the mermaid pendant in Conan's hand. After a moment of silence, he changed the subject and said, "So, What exactly is a dugong?”

There are not many serious handmade products or local specialties here. These are mass-produced products with obvious industrial traces. It is definitely impossible for such an island with obviously insufficient human resources to have the ability to produce these.

And transporting goods from the island to be sold here will inevitably increase a lot of transportation and warehousing costs.

After all, traveling here is actually to spend a ferry ticket to a place far away from the main island, and then add money to buy a product that also paid for the ferry ticket...

Although this is the essence of many tourism projects, it would be too embarrassing to say it at this time, so she chose to ignore the complaints that immediately came to her mouth.

"Dugong is a mammal creature in the ocean. It looks a bit like a human being from a distance." Hattori Heiji, who was following behind her and looking at these products with keywords on them, was also speechless and answered casually.

"So dugong means mermaid? No wonder there is a 'dugong festival' on the island." Toyama and Ye nodded.

"That's not true. The dugong is a real-life marine animal. There is just a saying that the dugong is the prototype of the mermaid. Sailors on a long voyage saw the floating shadow of the dugong and mistakenly thought it was a humanoid creature with a fish tail. , there is a legend about mermaids." Picking up a strange abstract dugong steamed bun with a slightly shabby packaging, he clicked his tongue and added, "There are also some legends that say that dugong meat is The raw material of the elixir that can support immortality. I guess the people here consider these two opinions together."

Conan nodded after listening to his words, and then looked at Tangze who was holding a guard and said nothing: "Brother Tangze, why haven't you spoken?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing." Tang Ze stared at the words "American Shrine" on the guard for a long time, then reluctantly put the things back, "I feel like they are working very hard to make money. "

What should he say? This kind of kanji joke is difficult for Japanese people to understand.

Theoretically, Karasawa understands that since the Japanese do not call the United States the United States in Chinese characters, the island of America does not actually make the Japanese think of America. It does not mean that.

But it was hard for him not to think too much when he looked at the name.

Considering that Shimabukuro Kimie is actually a shrine maiden of an American shrine, he always has the idea that when she takes revenge, she should not engage in assassination or murder, but should carry Gatling and RPG to kill the enemy directly. The beauty of...

Tang Ze, who was afraid that what he said was a prophecy, quickly looked away, picked up a badge again, turned it over and looked at the price, then turned it back and carefully looked at the abstract print on the face for a while, and put it back politely.

Forget it, you don’t have to buy some gifts to give away. The souvenirs here give people the feeling that if you take them back and give them to Coop, your favorability points will decrease.

"Dugong arrow?" Mouri Kogoro, who was responsible for asking the store clerk about the whereabouts of Saori Kadori, frowned and repeated this word.

"Yes, that is the amulet of immortality we have here." The woman standing at the cashier continued, "Saori lost the one she poked during last year's festival, so she has been Terrified that the mermaid would punish her.”

"Oh..." Although Mouri Kogoro nodded, the expression on his face was still confused and he didn't understand at all.

"That arrow is still very valuable. Many tourists come here for it. It is the most valuable blessing at the festival." Sensing his disapproval, the woman continued to emphasize, "Saori will be afraid. It’s also normal.”

"But, it's just a talisman. Will it really disappear just because it is lost?" Mouri Kogoro asked.

"Because mermaids really exist."

Hearing the vowing voice coming from behind him, Mouri Kogoro turned his head and looked.

A woman with a trimmed mushroom head was wearing a store clerk's uniform. Seeing his doubtful gaze, she still said firmly: "The dugong arrow is tied with hair that has been given divine power by the goddess. Anyone who owns this arrow can achieve it." The dream of immortality. It is a magic weapon with divine power. It is normal for Saori to want to run away if she loses it."

After saying this, the woman looked at the people in the room who were staring at her. She seemed to have suddenly woken up. She was stunned, smiled awkwardly, and turned her head to cover up.

"...Who is that?" Mouri Kogoro asked strangely, watching her quickly turn her back and sorting the shelves.

"Oh, she is Naoko Kuroe, a childhood friend who grew up with Saori." The woman at the cashier sighed, "These young people on the island, ugh."

Except for suddenly and rudely interjecting into the conversation, and her mental state being a little erratic, there seemed to be nothing unusual about this woman.

But the subtle greenish black under her eyes, as well as her slightly pale, bloodless complexion, always made people feel that something was not right.

Karasawa put down the things in his hands, silently looked at Naoko Kuroe's back, squinted his eyes, and quickly opened his third eye.

Although it is impossible to distinguish people in palaces or shadows with the naked eye, the special sensory vision of the third eye can more or less detect some abnormalities.

Especially when it comes to issues related to the ability to understand the world.

The next moment, Tang Ze suddenly covered his mouth and nose, coughed and stumbled back two steps, almost hitting the cabinet behind him.

"Hey, Tangze, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Mao Lilan, who was still looking at the products and taking photos, hurriedly supported him and looked at Tangze's feet.

There were no obstacles. Why did Tangze seem to have tripped over something and couldn't stand up straight?

"...It's okay, I saw something strange, and suddenly I choked on my saliva." Tang Ze opened his tightly closed eyes, slowly put down his hands, kept his normal expression, and smiled at Mao Lilan, "Mermaid An electric fan or something is too..."

"That's it..." Glancing at the things in Tangze's hand, Mao Lilan also laughed, "In order to seize this opportunity, everyone on the island seems to be working very hard."

There were all kinds of weird products, as if I wanted to stuff everything with the word mermaid in the store.

"Kami-sama is the chief priest of the festival, and the most famous representative on our island, the grandmother of the Shimabukuro family." The woman was still introducing to Mouri Kogoro eagerly, "You have heard of it, right? old man."

"Oh, that old man who is said to have lived for more than a hundred years, right? Her actual age is...?"

"Ah, some people said it was one hundred and eighty years old, and some said it was two hundred years old. In fact, everyone on the island is not so sure. If you are interested, why not just go to the shrine and have a look?"

Tang Ze listened to their conversation and quickly adjusted his breathing.

He tried his best to ignore the strong smell of salty seawater that spread throughout his mouth, and the lingering sharp fishy smell at the end of his nose. He watched them as if nothing had happened and continued to inquire, and made the decision to go to the shrine. decision.

His heart was in turmoil for a while, just like the scene he just saw.

Why did he feel as if someone had pushed his head into the sea as soon as he opened his third eye, whether it was the pressure from the instant submergence, the waves hitting his face, or the seawater flowing along the respiratory tract that was about to fill the alveoli directly...

What happened to the impression space here?

The world of Kexue is really full of surprises...

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"Ah, fortunately we plan to go to the island as tourists, otherwise it would be too tiring and boring to ask here and there like headless flies." Hattori Heiji, standing in line in front of the stall, sighed softly while queuing up. With.

There are indeed not many residents on this small island, so it is very convenient to ask people. But just as Karasawa guessed before, when asked about the specific whereabouts of Saori Monori, everyone was vague or just chatting. The topic turned to the legend of mermaid.

The aboriginal people on the island seem to be keen to direct all topics to the upcoming dugong festival, or the legend of the mermaid as a local attraction. They are like a group of enthusiastic salesmen. They talk about product promotion in three sentences, and the effective information is really limited.

"Then as promised, everyone will be free for half an hour, and then after dinner, go to the American Shrine to ask about news about Saori Kadori and the Goddess."

Mouri Kogoro took the box handed over by Hattori Heiji and looked at the words "dugong balls" on it. The hand holding the sign suddenly couldn't poke it anymore.

Theoretically, of course, he knew that this thing was most likely an ordinary octopus ball, but after writing such a line, he suddenly felt like he was eating a Sanwu product.

"Well, you can also stop by and ask the owners of different stores about the situation." Hattori Heiji finished dividing the snacks he bought and told the next activity plan.

In fact, after hearing what Kuroe Naoko said, his enthusiasm for the commission had weakened a lot.

The crooked handwriting on the commission letter, as well as the cryptic statements made by this group of people, made this unreliable commission look more and more like the work of a mentally unstable guy.

If Saori Monori is what they said, because she lost that arrow, she suffered from severe persecution paranoia, and believed that she would be cursed by divine power, so she fled to the island overnight...

As for today's phone call, even if something happened to her, there was a high probability that something happened to her when she went to sea and she fell into the sea or was killed or something.

Even if no one answered the phone before, there is an explanation - when sailing at sea, it is normal for mobile phones to have no signal.

Whether the casualties in this case should be considered accidents or suicides is a matter for discussion. Can any hidden secrets really be revealed if the investigation continues? Hattori Heiji couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

"Okay, then we'll split up... Hey Conan, don't run so fast, have you got your phone?" Mao Lilan turned her head and saw that the little figure had already nimbly got into the crowd like a fish. He only had time to raise his voice and shout.

Conan just raised his hand and waved, not knowing whether he heard her voice or not, but he disappeared.

"Really, troublesome guy." Mao Lilan looked at the direction in which he disappeared, muttered softly, then looked away and followed Yuan Shanhe Ye.

They just agreed to go to the dessert shop to have a look.

Tang Ze stood there and took in all her reactions: "..."

Judging from her lackluster reaction now, Conan, you are probably going to get into trouble.

With an uncontrollable smile on his lips, Tang Ze turned his head. When he was about to open his third eye and check the position of his teammates, he paused and took out his mobile phone.

The strange impression space and so on are really troublesome.

In fact, Conan may not know that he is very deliberate in acting alone at this time, but he really can't care about so much now.

As soon as he got to the island, he noticed the person who was suspected of being a joker, but he couldn't make contact with him until now. He was really anxious now.

After quickly passing through the dense flow of people, Conan found a quiet spot on the street, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to make a call to Joker.

A hand suddenly stretched out from behind, covered his mouth with a slap, and dragged him backwards into the alley behind.

"!" The horrified Conan was about to struggle, but the hand behind him had already been released.

After his feet landed firmly on the ground again, Conan looked back and saw a pair of brown eyes as calm as dead water under a black-framed mirror.

"You are, you are that..." Conan pointed at the other party suddenly.

"Xingchuan Hui." He said his name calmly, Xingchuan pointed to the inexplicable and dark alley behind him, "The leader calls you, follow me."

Well, just a few minutes after I separated from the main force, they found me so accurately. It seemed that the joker was really watching them.

With this muttering in his mind, Conan, no doubt that he was there, raised his feet and followed the pace of the person in front of him.

Xingchuan Hui, who was leading the way, pulled on his hood and listened to the sound in his headphones.

"You take him around for a while, and I'll change my clothes and be there in a minute." Tangze said, panting slightly as he accelerated his run.

Well, it seems that being discovered by Amuro Toru brought great frustration to Karasawa, and he suddenly began to hide his multiple identities very seriously.

Forget it, it's not him who works so hard to change things.

Xingchuan Hui suppressed the smile on his lips and started walking in the direction indicated by Noah.

So two minutes later, Conan, who was a little dizzy as he was led by Xingchuan Hui through the buildings, up and down the stairs, finally saw the familiar white-haired back.

"Hey, long time no see, little detective." Tangze, who was sitting at the table with his chin propped up and watching the people coming and going outside the window, turned back and raised his hand towards Conan, "The space here is a bit strange, you better not leave. It’s better if the crowd runs around.”

"The space is strange?" Conan stood next to him and asked, while quickly scanning the people at the table.

This was a booth in a drink shop. Xingchuan Hui took him directly into the shop from the back door and went straight to the table.

It was a sunny afternoon, but I don't know how the joker found the location. It was like a visual blind spot, half covered in shadows.

There was a person sitting on one side of the square table. Xingchuan Hui, who had brought him over, walked over without saying a word and sat down on the last empty chair.

In addition to the Xingchuan Hui and Amamiya Tian he had seen, there was also a man with long hair, wearing a gray and black windbreaker, holding a pen and scribbling on the white paper in front of him.

The four people, including Xingchuan Hui who had just brought him here, were all dressed in gray, white and black clothes, wearing sunglasses, with their hoods pulled down. Their faces were covered, and their specific appearance could not be seen. They sat there in silence. At that time, there was an unspeakable momentum.

Standing in front of them, Conan felt an inexplicable sense of oppression: "..."

Suddenly, it became clear that the Phantom Thieves were an underground organization.

"Yeah, the space here isn't quite right." Looking away from the shocked Conan's face, Tang Ze quickly glanced at his teammates who were silent, and saw that they were all suppressing laughter. He relied on himself The powerful expression management ability managed to maintain the Riddler's aura and continued, "Once you leave a densely populated area, it is easy to get lost. You'd better draw a topographic map by yourself, kid."

Damn it, these guys were blatantly laughing at him just because outsiders were around.

Isn't it just because of a bad horse? I want to do a good job of covering up my waistcoat seriously. What's so funny!