The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Did you meet the joker? And ran into the scene of Naoko Kuroe's death?"

"After Karasawa woke up, Kuroe Naoko held him hostage and left. He was also attacked again?"

After two high school detectives had a simple exchange of information, they were each shocked and thinking, "I missed something huge." They quickly discovered the same commonality in the integration of each other's information.

——Shimabukuro Kime.

"So, all the current dead and missing people are actually closely related to Shimabukuro Kimie." Hattori Heiji frowned, shook the water droplets from his hair, and said in a serious tone, "Including the long-lost ones. Saori Monashiri, as well as the two deceased people recently, they all grew up together and went out to study together."

"Based on the character performances of Naoko Kuroe and Hisumi Ebihara in the past two days, I wouldn't be particularly surprised if there had been a very fierce conflict between them." Conan's voice was calm, and his face was not pretty either. "Combined with the fact that a few days ago, Kaori Saori suddenly fell into a state of mental instability and madness due to the loss of arrows, I think..."

The two looked at each other's faces with heavy expressions, and from the subtle and unbelievable looks in their eyes, they could already tell what the other was thinking.

"It seems that we have come to the same conclusion this time, Kudo." Hattori Heiji put down the hand holding his chin and sat up from the table.

Toyama and Ye, who were also soaked by the rain, were taken to another room by Mao Lilan to change clothes. In this small lounge, there were only two detectives discussing together.

"Ah, it seems that the answer this time is ready to come out." With a long sigh, Conan rubbed the watch on his wrist and stood up.

When all these details are connected together, his current mood is like a strong wind and rain outside the house, with dark clouds and heavy rain amidst the lightning and thunder.

If this is really the case, Ms. Shimabukuro Kimie has spent such a sad and painful few years...

Although the conclusion drawn by the two of them has been combined, all other impossibilities have been eliminated, and the only answer is so unshakable, the identity of the murderer will only add a greater tragic color to her sad past.

The witch who worked hard and sacrificed the most for the island was forced by pain and despair to embark on an irreversible and extreme path...

Shimabukuro Kimie's life seemed to be completely surrounded and swallowed up by this unpredictable and boundless ocean, making him a prisoner of islands and legends.

"Did the people who were sheltered by the mermaids eat the flesh and blood of the mermaids in exchange for happiness and immortality... Tangze is really right. If you think about it carefully, this is such a terrifying story."

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"Rather than saying that she is the owner of this island, it would be better to say..."

Holding the arrow in one hand and holding his teammates in a row with the other, Tangze looked at the crimson color gradually spreading in the blue in front of his toes, smelled the fishy smell at the tip of his nose, and sighed.

"It would be better to say that she is a prisoner of this island." Naomi Asai, who was holding his hand, finished the second half of the sentence. He looked at the figure gradually emerging in the mist ahead and closed his eyes with compassion.

Although the methods they chose were different, although the reasons for returning to their hometown were different from the beginning, and their fates could not be called absolute mirror images, he still saw it in Shimabukuro Kimie. Too many similar things.

Similar emotions, similar pain, similar struggles and hardships...

Tangze shook his head, put down the arrow, and took another step towards the person whose figure he could clearly see.

The clear sky at the beginning was gradually replaced by thick fog that covered the sky as they got closer and closer to the direction of Shimabukuro Kime.

This impression space, which has been highly integrated with reality, shows characteristics that are very close to the psychological state of Mi Bao himself.

Loss of orientation, loss of normal tactile sensation, loss of normal emotional feedback...

The closer they get to the core, the more debuffs pop out on them. Even Noah, who is also a resident of another world and can come and go freely, is not immune.

Tangze could only keep holding hands with his teammates, like primary school students on a spring outing, holding hands in a string, using the arrow in his hand to resist the erosion of various debuffs.

At this distance, they could clearly find Shimabukuro Kimie's position without almost any arrow pointing.

Just watching the water continue to blur out, from the bright red at the edge to gradually becoming thicker and almost dark brown, Tang Ze could imagine what the scene ahead would be like.

Listening to the thin, wailing singing in his ears, Tang Ze took a breath and took a step forward.

On a convex rock, a woman with a body and a fish tail was leaning there, her eyes closed.

She was lying on her back on the stone, her naked upper body covered only by a thin white shirt. Her right hand was hanging down, and her fingertips were submerged in the nearly black sea water, gently stroking it.

Every time she paddled the water, her fish tail, which had been infected and had lost its color, once again flowed out more fresh blood, like a small waterfall flowing through the rough sea rocks beneath her. Gurgling into the water below.

The scales on her body have turned completely black and red after the blood has coagulated. In the thick foggy sky, they have lost all their luster. Tiny blood drops are still seeping out from the gaps in the scales, falling and joining the blood stream. among.

She, literally, was transfusing blood in vain for this endless sea.

"Look at the reflection in the water." Shocked for a moment by the bloody but beautiful dying shark in front of her, Miyano Akemi quickly discovered the clues on the water's surface and reminded her loudly.

Tang Ze's eyes slowly moved downward.

Directly below the sea rock, what was reflected in the thick, pitch-black water was not the mermaid on the water, but flames.

Yes, flames.

Looking carefully, the only blue luster left in the water is not the color of the sea water, but a layer of tiny blue fireworks. The entire black water surface is like the entire water surface, which is poured out of oil.

And in the midst of these fires, the woman's screams, the collapsed house, and the horrible smell emitted by the high temperature burning the flesh, all made him feel as if he had returned to Hinata Yuki's palace, feeling the pain of burning his body in flames again.

After being in a daze for a moment, Tang Ze quickly realized that something was wrong. He quickly cut a mask to block out the feelings caused by the hallucination, and felt a little unhappy in his heart.

What's going on? They're all here to find the mermaid. They can be burned by fire.

Wait, the next episode of Noah's program is designated as Abi's Journey to Hell. I feel really angry that he doesn't burn others.

"She's awake, please be careful and alert everyone." The mask on his face melted, and Tang Ze shouted an order, "Don't try to talk to her. She is a collection of unconsciousness, a complex of characteristics in the impression space here, and does not have intelligence! "

As they approached step by step, the mermaid, who was lying dying on the rock and humming a sad tune in her mouth, slowly opened her eyes.

A pair of golden, snake-like eyes with only a thin sliver of pupils left, clearly indicating the animal nature of the owner at this moment, and also gave the beautiful and fragile mermaid a frightening sense of inhumanity for an instant.

They were like a group of prey who were really attracted by the siren and walked into the trap unknowingly.

The mermaid lying there slowly raised his upper body and turned towards the group of intruders holding arrows.

Her tear-stained face was still pitiful, but the fog around her disappeared in an instant as she stood up.

In the endless black water and the dark night, a bright flame, like the rising sun, rose from the end of the sea level.

This sun-like fireball not only did not dispel the darkness at all, but instead seemed to become the background of Shimabukuro Kime, clearly outlining her outline.

"Don't be paralyzed by her appearance. Not only is she not weak, but she is about to complete the steps of merging with reality. Now is His most powerful moment, and His full body is about to appear. Defense!"

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"You said you are detectives from Tokyo?" Fukuyama Rokuro looked at Mouri Kogoro, who was sitting upright with his head lowered and leaning on the paper door behind him, and was surprised, "You called us all here... …”

"Don't be impatient, everyone." Leaning behind Kogoro Mori, with Hattori Heiji's back blocking his body, Conan aimed at the voice changer and began the next speech, "Since the actors are all here, Then we should start to bring the three murders that occurred on this island to a close."

"Three murders?" Fukuyama Fukuyama frowned and repeated, "Where did it come from? Sumei is not the only one..."

As he spoke, his eyes passed over the islanders who crowded the mourning hall. Looking at the familiar faces, he slowly realized something.

"Yes, where is Naoko?"

"Well, I haven't seen her since yesterday."

"That's not right. If there were three incidents, who else would have died? Well, could it be that..."

The islanders gathered together began to whisper slowly, and there was some commotion. Hattori Heiji took a breath and showed the screen of his mobile phone.

Just when he was mercilessly thrown off the ropeway by the Phantom Thieves and forced to stay away from the crime scene, he stubbornly took out his mobile phone and took pictures in the direction of Naoko Kuroe's body as much as possible.

In order to obtain the clearest image possible, he also took as many shots as possible, hoping to get at least one usable photo from the various telephoto shots that were extremely blurry.

——Thanks again to Karasawa for purchasing this new mobile phone at his suggestion. Even though it has experienced heavy rains, flash floods, and almost falling off the cliff and being actually thrown off the cliff, it still worked tenaciously and became a detective. They have a solid backing.

"This is the scene we witnessed in the mountains." Hattori Heiji showed the photo that had been carefully selected so that the face of the hanging person could be seen as clearly as possible, and showed it to the islanders in front, "I'm sorry. I would like to inform you that Miss Kuroe Naoko has died in the mountains. Because we encountered a flash flood, we almost failed to come back safely, so there is no way to bring her body back. This may have to be done by the prefectural police after the rain stops. Other equipment was dispatched to search."

"And the third case, no, I should say, the first case, is about the deceased, Ms. Kadori Saori." Holding the transformer beside his mouth, Conan said heavily in the voice of Mouri Kogoro. He concluded, "Yes, she did not disappear, but died at the hands of the murderer."

"Is Saori dead too?"

"Although it's not that unexpected, I think she will get into big trouble sooner or later for offending others. But, it's not good to just say that someone is dead, right?"

"Hey, people who lost and damaged dugong arrows died one after another. Isn't this normal?"

Listening to the noisy movement in the crowd, Conan poked his head out from Mouri Kogoro's side and subtly observed the movement of this group of people for a while.

Those who can be summoned by them are still more or less rational ones.

As for the perpetrators who put on cloaks and masks and looked like they wanted to gather a crowd to break laws and discipline, even if they wanted to invite them, they probably couldn't do it.

Thinking of some of Joker's weird descriptions and comments, Conan has reason to believe that those people should be the type of people that the Phantom Thieves would "change their minds" in the conventional sense.

That is to say, the bad guy in the conventional understanding, the kind who will be sent a letter if he writes "Phantom Thief CH".

However, after those people were removed, the remaining islanders still talked about dugong arrows and curses from time to time. I have to say that it really showed the characteristics of this place.

...They seem to have formed a conditioned reflex, a deliberate inertia, and can blurt out words without thinking.

What a sad place full of evasions and lies.

With this evaluation in his mind, Conan waited for their discussion to subside a little, and then continued to speak clearly: "About this, I think I will get the answer soon..."

"Wow wow wow, it's bad, there's a fire in the warehouse!" Just as he said this, Toyama Kazuye and Mao Lilan were screaming, dragging Karasawa with his head hanging in his hands, as if he had lost consciousness again. He rushed into the mourning hall in a rage, "I don't know why, but the fire can't be put out..."

"And we found a corpse in the warehouse..." Mao Lilan, who was in shock, patted his chest, "Uh, short light brown hair, wearing glasses, wearing..."

"Saori, it's Saori!" Almost as soon as she finished saying this, the mourning hall felt like it was exploding, "Only Saori is dressed like this!"

"It doesn't look like she died now. Well, but after confirming that she is really dead, we just focused on dragging Tang Ze out..." Yuan Shan and Ye laughed awkwardly and let go. The hand that had been holding Tang Ze's collar.

"Yes. And it's raining so hard outside. I don't know why, but the fire in the warehouse burned very quickly. If you don't help now, her body may not be recovered." Frightened, Mao Lilan, who relied on the willpower of saving people to not really frighten her hands and feet, also let go of Tang Ze's wrist that had been holding him back, and let out a heavy breath.

The two of them dragged him all the way across the grass steps and across the barrage's floor. Now he let go and threw it on the ground, with a bounce on his head. Leon said: "..."

Hey, forget it, just keep sleeping.

He was speechless for a moment. He did not adjust his sleeping position, but continued to close his eyes peacefully in this awkward posture of falling on the threshold.

Just in time, so as not to let people notice the height difference between him and Tang Ze if he lay down straight, he could just lean on his side, it would be the same even when he was asleep.

The next chapter is done! I feel so numb when I write about this American island [Close eyes]