The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"So, your previous lead candidate suffered a fracture due to a car accident?" Mouri Kogoro, whose eyes were involuntarily attracted by the liquor at the next table, caught the key words with his ears and immediately turned around, "She couldn't have been injured during the filming, right? ?”

"How could it be!" Shiro Kawabata, who no longer had any greasy smell this time, waved his hands in a hurry, with a good attitude like a salesman laughing in front of customers, "Our film does have a lot of action scenes, but... We will definitely do a good job in protection..."

"Really, uncle?" Conan, who was investigating while going to the toilet, finally spotted the gap and said loudly, "But, I just went to ask the director uncle, and he said that the female lead in your last movie was in There was an accident while filming!”

Mouri Kogoro's already frowning frown deepened, and Maori Lan's expression also turned to one of shock.

The issue of the main cast of a movie is already a small probability event. If a similar situation occurs in two consecutive movies, then the crew...

Kawabata Shiro's expression immediately froze when he was hit with a sore point, and his eyes quickly swept over the other three companions.

He was actually discovered by a child. What kind of bastard let it slip! He hasn't tricked the potential female lead yet!

Although it is now discovered that her background is not that easy to figure out, which is not a good thing for the subsequent public opinion hype, but if you think about it from another perspective, this means that this girl is actually quite topical. As long as she reveals a little bit about her family background, All of them can attract a certain amount of popularity to the film.

He was still thinking just now about the possibility of adding some reasoning elements to the movie and including a reasonable encounter with Moori Kogoro...

"Well, although this matter is indeed true, because of such an unexpected situation, of course we will pay special attention this time..." Quickly controlling his expression, Kawabata Shiro tried hard to use his brain to explain, "We We have always paid great attention to protecting the personal safety of actors and will not make fun of actors’ lives.”

Iso Kaizo snorted in disgrace. Although he did not directly refute, his disdain was clearly visible.

"First, order first, order first." The assistant director cleared his throat, breaking the unusually stiff and awkward atmosphere, and reached out to bring the menu in front of him, "Let's discuss it while we eat."

Iso Kaizo let out a breath, pointed at two dishes on the menu, motioned to the lighter in his hand, and headed towards the smoking area.

The more he listened to Shiro Kawabata's words, the deeper the anger and murderous intent in his heart became. If he listened for a while longer, he was afraid that if he couldn't bear it and used the planned method, he would get angry and stab this guy who was talking nonsense directly.

He didn't have to listen to this guy's temptation at the beginning, and agreed to get involved in the crew for sufficient investment.

As a director, the moment he compromised and gave up control for the sake of investment, a tragedy that he would regret for the rest of his life was doomed.

After quietly smoking a cigarette and adjusting his emotions, he turned his head and stepped into the bathroom again, preparing to go to the bathroom that had been arranged long ago, take out the poison, and start to advance his plan.

After knowing the nature of that guy Kawabata, he couldn't just watch another girl walk into that trap with an unpredictable future without knowing anything.

No longer……

The outstretched hand was empty, and Isokaizang's heavy emotions stumbled. He hurriedly knelt down and looked at the place in the cabinet where the medicine was supposed to be.

"Looking for this, sir?"

A clear young voice sounded behind him. Iso Kaizo turned around suddenly and saw the toilet cubicle door behind him being slowly pushed open. Karasawa, who was holding a plastic bottle in his hand, carefully observed the bottle in his hand. There was a tsk-tsk sound.

Regarding this case, he actually didn’t have a very deep impression, but he still vividly remembered the complaints made by the policeman who came to investigate the case at that time——

"Really, potassium cyanide, arsenic, caustic soda...where did the latest suspect get these poisons?"

Isn't that right? Tangze also wanted to ask.

Do you Ke Xue have a hotline for murderers? The kind that can be found when people have the urge to kill someone. It has everything from poison to bombs, from guns to sticks, etc. Comes with instructions for use, warm and easy to use, suitable for all ages.

How did these hazardous chemicals, which should be strictly controlled, end up in the hands of this group of people with no laboratory background? Don't understand.

While complaining in his mind, Tang Ze remained calm on his face. He slowly unscrewed the cap of the bottle and waved it at the mouth of the bottle in compliance with laboratory operation requirements: "Potassium cyanide, well, it can easily reach a lethal dose of poison." Yes. You are determined to kill, Mr. Isogami?"

This is also a point worth complaining about. Kexue’s potassium cyanide looks like a bitter almond-flavored air freshener. Obviously, it only emits trace amounts of hydrogen cyanide gas when it deliquesces. It's a very recognizable smell, but in this world, it's like a substance that's constantly evaporating, and you'll notice it as soon as you smell it.

Oh, yes, the deceased is basically undetectable when eating. When the person dies, the detective can smell it as soon as he gets close to him. This is also one of the characteristics...

Iso Kaizo frowned and stood in front of the sink in a defensive posture. As Karasawa spoke, the brief panic had subsided.

He looked at this young man with a smile on his face, showing neither condemnation nor excitement about discovering the secret, and slowly exhaled: "... Even if you call the police now, it won't prove anything. When the police come, they will only prove nothing." I can find your fingerprints on the bottle. This stuff is dangerous, so put it down, kid."

He is indeed determined to kill, yes, it is just a pity to miss today, there are still many opportunities.

As long as he stabilizes the child and does not arouse Kawabata's alert, he will still have plenty of time.

"No, I understand your feelings very well, Mr. Isogami. The despicableness of some people can be seen at a glance even if we only meet once. If Lan didn't reveal his true interpersonal situation, I can imagine him. How can he be respectful in front and arrogant in back, playing some tricks of changing faces?"

After stuffing the things into his pocket, Karasawa walked out of the cubicle, approached Iso Kaizo, and slowly lowered his voice.

"But let him die like this, easily and quickly... Can he really feel the pain of Miss Lever's fear and despair in the flames of the explosion?"

The moment he heard the name, Iso Kaizo almost held his breath.

Discovered, no, not just discovered.

Completely, seen through.

"...I don't have a choice." Iso Kaizo heard his dry voice, "Leehua's death was determined to be an accident. I know what he did, but..."

However, these thin confessions and accusations cannot really cost Shiro Kawabata much.

Even if he finds the media and makes the previous incident public at all costs, Kawabata Shiro is not an artist who stands in front of the stage and needs to care about public impression.

As long as the channels are still there, the resources are still there, the skills and power are still there, some verbal criticism will not cause any trouble to Kawabata, but will only ruin Iso Kaizo's entire future.

He is not willing to give in, he is really not willing to give in.

"I understand, sir, I understand." Tang Ze stood next to him, raised his hand and patted the other party's shoulder, his gentle voice echoed in the closed space, "Believe me, he will be punished, please don't be impatient. .”

Punishment, how to punish, how to punish?

What kind of punishment can make a ruthless, cruel, and greedy bastard who regards other people's lives as a tool for profit to pay the price for a life that has been lost?

Iso Kaizo gritted his teeth, wanting to say something harsher, wanting to laugh at the young man's fantasy of the world being black and white.

However, after meeting those calm blue eyes, his slightly more intense emotions gradually began to calm down, as if he had been soothed.

"Be patient." He patted Iso Kaizo's shoulder rhythmically. Tang Ze stood in front of the sink, slowly opened the faucet, and began to rinse his hands.

Turning his eyes, Iso Kaizo, who often dealt with various movie props, quickly realized that what he just said was actually wrong.

The white wax that fell towards the drain while the other person's fingers were rubbing told him——

There are still no fingerprints on that bottle.

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Iso Kaizo left the bathroom, but Karasawa still stood in front of the sink, continuing to wash his hands unhurriedly, and taking a look at his watch.

He did delay long enough. It seemed that even though he didn't get enough sleep, his teammates were still very efficient.

After thoroughly washing the contents of his fingers, Tang Ze turned off the water and slowly dried his hands.

Then he turned his head and looked at the cubicle in the middle.

Ireland, who was glued to the wall silently, not even breathing heavily, was still paying attention to the sounds outside.

There was a twisting sound of a metal valve, and the faucet was closed.

The paper was pulled out, and a soft friction sound was heard.

Then, there was silence.

Unable to wait for what he wanted to wait for, Ireland frowned and turned his head as he left.

Then he discovered to his horror that the gap between the compartment door where he was and the floor tiles, which should have been fully illuminated by the overhead light, was now cut off by two shadows.

It was as if... there was someone standing in front of the door, silently waiting for something.

Ireland's hair suddenly stood up, and he rushed to the opposite side without hesitation, avoiding the position he had just gotten close to.

A sharp gust of wind brushed against his body, and a foot in a sneaker kicked open the partition door with only a simple latch at an extremely fast speed, hitting the wall hard.

Kumail was not testing at all, he was just aiming to disable the opponent's ability to move, and directly killed him!

Making a judgment in a blink of an eye, Ireland immediately curled up, clenched his fists and tightened his forearms to protect the soft and vital parts of his torso.

Sure enough, Kumail, who missed the blow, used the force of his kick to hit the wall, turned around, and punched his forearm hard. The sharp pain made Ireland's attention more focused. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and blocked the knife that was heading towards his throat again.

The enemy with sharp and swift moves looked at his quick defensive reaction, raised his brows, turned his hand, and directly grabbed the side of Ireland's face, but he narrowly avoided it with some embarrassment, and his short nails were on his A blood mark was scratched on the cheekbone.

In the small cubicle, he quickly exchanged ten moves. Ireland, who was completely in passive defense, tried his best, but still couldn't keep up with the opponent's rhythm. Kumail, who was short and got through his arm, grabbed him directly. Lower jaw.

No, we can't force it this time!

Sensing the force coming from the opponent's fingertips, which was about to twist his neck, Ireland used a very disrespectful action to roll out before his neck was broken, and fell to the ground with the help of the force.

"The reaction is quite fast." Turning his neck, Kumail looked down at him who hit the tiles, his eyelids did not blink at all, like a snake that has locked on its prey, "It's you, following me, right? "

It seems that the test records submitted by Gin do not contain any moisture at all. On the contrary, it is very likely that the data is underestimated.

Ireland didn't dare to move his gaze at all, for fear of exposing any flaws and being directly caught by this ruthless guy. He could only fumble backwards to find the nearest support and slowly propped up his body.

Either towards the throat, or towards the cervical spine or back of the head. Before he could figure out his identity, Kumail had the intention of putting people to death and killed him without any hesitation.

If the person he was attacking was not an experienced killer like him, he would have been killed directly by those slender and smooth hands like a student.

"Oh, you know 'who I am'." Looking at his reaction, Kumail slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "So, you are related to 'us'."

The sunglasses flew off in the first round. Ireland lowered his head reflexively, trying to cover his face.

Kumail, who said this, obviously had no intention of waiting for his answer. After quickly adjusting his breathing, he straightened his waist and legs again, and was about to pounce again.

"Tangze, brother Tangze——"

A child's clear voice came from outside, interrupting Kumail's steps as he was about to lift up.

Kumel frowned and glanced towards the exit in the corridor. Seizing this opportunity, Ireland rushed out towards the door in the opposite direction without hesitation.

Kumail's companions have arrived. Compared with dealing with the stalkers, maintaining the disguised identity is obviously a more important task.

Even if his avoidance at the moment is unorganized, Kumail cannot risk catching up, so now!

Behind the fleeing Ireland, basically the moment he turned around and started running, Karasawa relaxed his expression and silently rolled his eyes.

Not long after entering the restaurant, after seeing the very recognizable face of Ireland who came in behind them, Karasawa had already determined what had happened and expressed that he could not understand.

What's the matter? The organization has neglected you so much that you are not saturated with work, right? You have nothing to do and you come here to follow Kuhaha. What are you doing with the leader of the Phantom Thieves who is accompanying the detective on his business?

Work is work, and life is life. It doesn't matter if you like to stalk, but it's not good to disturb other people's work as a Phantom Thief.

Or should I say this is also part of the P5 game mechanism? The career of a phantom thief would be incomplete without encountering several stalkers trying to investigate him.

Then why is it that someone who was stalked by the beautiful school belle and the president of the student council turned into a rough and unfriendly rebel when it was his turn? This isn't fair and he doesn't accept it!

Just wait for me, I'll go back and go through the process and then I'll trouble you.

You want to bring Gin down, right? It's better to experience the working conditions of model workers in advance and get used to it. You're welcome.

Taking note of his unfriendly colleagues and poor workplace environment, Karasawa walked out of the bathroom and walked towards Conan, who was pacing in the corridor a little anxiously.

"What's wrong? Isn't things going well?" Conan looked back at Ireland who was running away, and Conan, who rarely had the opportunity to interrupt the spell before the incident, said nervously.

If Karasawa hadn't been able to stop Iso Kaizo in time, he would have had to go back and yell at the people at the table, "It's poisonous, don't eat it!"

As for why he ran out to have a king's meal and encountered a combination that was so discordant that he was about to die, he didn't want to think about it for the time being.

In the morning, he was still baffled by the joker who wanted to install a locator on him. It was too outrageous to have it fulfilled as soon as he went out.

"I've got it." Tang Ze took out the vial wrapped in a handkerchief and shook it gently. "It should be potassium cyanide. Your guess is correct."

Karasawa actually had some arrangements for this case. After confirming Mao Lilan's itinerary, he urgently sent a message to Hoshikawa Hui, the only member who was still awake, asking him to solve the murderer in the shortest possible time. and issues on both sides of the deceased.

Yes, there are problems on both sides.

If Iso Kaizo is inevitably mentally disturbed due to his struggle with conscience and regret over the death of the female lead, then this producer of Kanejo Plus, who is basically not a gangster, is a very heavyweight.

Considering that the murderer who changed his mind is not very complicated, Tang Ze is actually not prepared to directly prevent the murder from the reality side - the murderer will give up soon anyway. As for the deceased, there is still time for the strategy. After a peaceful meal, go back and wait. That's it for news.

However, the detective, who has an unprecedented increase in social responsibility, has become more alert this time.

Tangze, who was approached by Conan, had no choice but to perform a scene in which the Riddler was brainwashed and changed his mind on the spot, to solve a small problem for the detective.

"Go back, it should be fine." After showing the bottle and kicking the items back to the props, Tangze patted Conan on the head and pushed him out.

"It should be no problem what it means. So, what is the conflict between Mr. Isogami and the others..."

"Oh, it seems there was a dispute over the accidental death of the female lead in the last film. It's okay, he has given up the idea now."

"Is this so..."

Since it is an old conflict, there may be room for reconciliation.

What Conan, who was temporarily relieved, didn't expect was that the Phantom Thieves, who could survive but could not survive, would not give the detective a chance to spend an ordinary day.

——Who asked him to come and instruct the leader by himself? You chose the advanced version yourself, so you don’t blame the leader.