The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Hello, what's the matter?"

"I am the one who stole that batch of explosives from the Toyo Gunpowder Depot."

"What?!"

"If you don't want to cut off the only channel of contact with me, give me your mobile phone number..."

Standing at the entrance of the laboratory, Haihara Ai listened to the movements in the living room. After Conan received the news and rushed out of Dr. A Li's house, he silently hung up the phone in his hand.

As soon as she heard the conversation, she quickly called Tang Ze, then relayed the entire process without saying a word, and hung up the phone without saying anything.

Karasawa has Kudo's locator in her hand, and she knows this very well.

But when it comes to an emergency, such as now, with Kudo's character, it is impossible for him to ask for help from others. If Karasawa cannot react immediately, a small problem may become serious.

"Hey, Xiao Ai, have you finished the experiment?" After hanging up the phone receiver that Conan had left aside, Dr. Ali noticed the little girl walking up from the basement and said hello with a worried look. He glanced at the back of Conan who was walking away from Juechen.

The person on the other side of the phone didn't speak loudly during the entire conversation. He only vaguely caught a few words like "Those kids are going to get into trouble" and "Green Park". I hope it's not a serious problem...

Dr. Ari quickly dialed Officer Megure's number. Haibara Ai glanced at his movements and walked past him on soft cotton mops.

She entered the kitchen, placed the coffee cup beside the refrigerator, and glanced down at her cell phone, which was sending a message notification sound.

[OK, received. 】

After turning off the screen, she untied her white coat and shrugged: "Well, the cultured bacteria are growing well. You can rest assured."

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"Tsumukkawa Green Park..."

The skateboard under his feet was moving swiftly along the shortcut in his memory. Conan muttered the address given by the prisoner and hurried on, constantly thinking about various possibilities.

The other party claimed to be the person who stole the explosives, which was slightly different from his and Tang Ze's previous judgments. He was more inclined to believe that one group of people stole and made the bombs, and another group wanted to use it to achieve their goals. people.

However, judging from the words used on the phone, this mysterious contact person obviously wanted to take all the responsibility. In other words, he subconsciously regarded himself as the principal culprit in the case and did not think that the party who provided the props would be responsible for it. What impact does it have on itself?

Not like a partnership. trade? Acquired by accident? Or is it that this person himself doesn’t know who the producer is?

Conan was thinking as he quickly rushed towards the green park, crossing the road and driving in the wrong direction on the motorway, completely ignoring traffic regulations and sprinting.

His attention was all focused on the road ahead, and therefore, he did not notice the person approaching him at the same time, wearing a sweatshirt and covering his face with a hood.

He put away his skateboard, ran with his short legs, and quickly entered the park surrounded by green plants with the people around him who covered his figure.

Tsumukkajin River Green Park, as the name suggests, is a waterside park built on a river embankment. It has dense vegetation and beautiful scenery. There is also an open space enough for many sports. Now it is full of people walking and having fun. s student.

However, Conan noticed the noisiest people immediately.

"Misuhiko, do you know it's a foul for you to do this?" Genta, with his hands on his hips, complained dissatisfiedly, "How long have you been playing, it's my turn, right?"

Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, who was rubbing the joystick in his hand attentively, didn't even look back, and looked at the plane flying across the sky intently: "Don't make trouble, this is not an ordinary airplane toy, it is a simulated aircraft model, and it is difficult to control. Just wait until I thoroughly understand it." I’ll teach you again after I learn it.”

Ayumi Yoshida watched the smooth model plane pass by again and rush into the sky, and she also puffed up her mouth: "I want to play with it too. Maybe you can't learn it, let me try it!" "

"Why are you here!" Conan was shocked when he realized who the "those children" the prisoner was talking about were referring to. "What's going on with that remote control!"

Could it be that this prisoner's investigation of Kudo Shinichi's identity has gone so far that he has even included Edogawa Conan's relationship?

"Oh, Conan!" The naughty children waved to their running friends without any sense of danger. Ayumi explained with a smile, "A kind-hearted uncle with a beard gave it to us."

"He said, this is a bomber!" Yuantai added in high spirits.

"Bomber...!" Feeling bad, Conan raised his head, observed the 1-meter-long toy plane, and quickly discovered something unusual.

The bomber is indeed a bomber. If you look closely, although the paint color is slightly different, this aircraft looks like a simulation model of the B-29 bomber.

It's just that there is a black object that looks like a missile hoisted under the aircraft. It can be said that it is a structure that simulates a missile on the model, but it is a bit too big compared to the size of the aircraft.

Could it be that it is a bomb? !

"Misuhiko, give me the remote control!" Shouting, Conan dropped his skateboard and rushed over quickly.

"What are you doing, are you going to jump in line?" Motoda Kojima immediately became unhappy and blocked Conan, "It's my turn next!"

"No, this one has a bomb on it!" Afraid that he would be ignored by the students if he said he was relaxed, Conan reminded loudly, "Danger may happen at any time!"

"ah?"

"What?"

The two people who were still fighting for control of the remote control were stunned. Their hands trembled, and the heavy remote control was thrown out in the subconscious action of the two people.

...and then was firmly grasped by a hand.

"Bomb?" The visitor firmly grasped the remote control in his hand and turned it to the front, "What kind of bomb?"

The speaker was wearing a white sweater jacket, with the hood tightly buckled on his head. It was difficult to see his face clearly from the side, but a few elementary school students at a low altitude could see it clearly from the bottom up.

"Kitagawa Yusuke!" Conan was undoubtedly impressed by this face that he had only seen once not long ago, and he called out his name in one breath.

The other party raised his head and glanced at him indifferently. He had no reaction to him calling him by his first name. He just lowered his head and continued to ponder the remote control in his hand.

Conan, who was in a highly nervous mood, had no time to care about anything else. He just reminded loudly: "Be careful, don't let that plane get close to the crowd!"

The plane will be handed over to the children. The prisoner's purpose is not to set off fireworks to cheer everyone up. Presumably the other party wants to use the bomb to create some volume and attract attention.

The aircraft that had just taken off lost control of the remote control and began to glide downwards while maintaining inertia.

Kitagawa Yusuke, who was holding the remote control, looked up at it, moved the joystick twice, and said in a leisurely tone: "I haven't played this before, so I'm not very good at operating it."

ah? ! Then why are you holding it in your hands? If you don’t know how, just leave it to others!

The wide-eyed Conan was about to take off and snatched the remote control that was a matter of life and death. He saw Kitagawa Yusuke turning around and raising his leg like a baseball pitcher.

He moved his hips, moved his waist in a standard posture, and threw the remote control in his right hand directly towards the plane.

"Hey! Be careful, spread out!"

Unexpectedly by his smooth movements, Conan's outstretched hand was still frozen in the air.

Not to mention, the posture for hitting baseball is pretty standard... Do art students still practice baseball...

However, that is a plastic bomb. A simple impact is unlikely to trigger an explosion. Even if you hit it, you still won't have time to evacuate the crowd!

The heavy remote control drew a parabola and accurately hit the bottom of the aircraft model.

The two objects that collided did not cause the bomb to explode, but the original gliding trajectory was hit by the remote control that was thrown from the side, and it immediately deviated from the original route.

After the two things collided with each other, they changed their angles and fell towards the outside of the river embankment.

To the adrenaline-fueled Conan, everything seemed to be in slow motion.

"B-boom!"

A faint red light flashed, and just when the model and the remote control were about to fall into the water, the bomb was detonated.

The huge explosion energy spread quickly, and black smoke suddenly filled the air. In the strong smell, the remote control and aircraft wreckage that were torn into pieces were smashed into the water. The broken pieces also caused other people on the shore to panic. exclaimed softly.

The whole process was so smooth that Conan couldn't even think of what to say: "..."

The cell phone's ringtone rang, and Conan's expression darkened as he stood stagnantly.

The only one who would call him at this time was the prisoner.

He answered the phone and was about to roar directly at the other person when the man on the other side laughed first: "You are indeed hiding in Tokyo, Kudo Shinichi. Isn't it very simple to find you?"

Conan, who almost answered directly with his own voice, stiffened and felt a slight chill on his back.

Oh yes, this person contacted Kudo Shinichi and dialed Kudo Shinichi’s mobile phone number. If he hadn’t held back just now...

Hey, why did he know that I was at the scene? He was also at the scene, or he could see the scene.

Conan, who quickly sensed something was wrong, couldn't help but quickly scan the entire park.

There were not many people in the park during the holiday, but as far as he could see, he didn't see anyone who matched the characteristics of the bearded uncle that several elementary school students said.

Everyone was talking noisily about the sudden explosion. Most of their expressions were panic or confused, and there was no one who looked like the bomber.

On the contrary...

Conan's eyes were fixed on Kitagawa Yusuke, who was looking at the exploding plane and wondering about something.

Kitagawa Yusuke was also holding his mobile phone at this time and leaning it against his ear in the hood, as if calling the police.

Conan's eyes lit up.

Ah, so that’s it!

Because the one who came over to touch the remote control and masturbate was Kitagawa Yusuke, and for some reason, he was wearing a sweatshirt that could cover his face.

Therefore, in the eyes of the prisoners observing the scene from a distance, the person who rushed to the scene to solve the problem was indeed "Kudo Shinichi"!

Conan tried his best to maintain his composure, slowly pulled up the bow-tie voice changer, and watched Yusuke Kitagawa's movements with his peripheral vision. He leaned over to the phone and said, "Who are you, and what are you trying to do to create such an explosion?"

Relying on the guise of Kitagawa Yusuke, he guessed that the prisoner's eyes did not stay on him. He looked further away and soon discovered the figure standing on top of the abandoned building on the other side of the river.

Turning the button on the glasses leg, he used the camera installed by the doctor to zoom in on the picture. Soon, he found a suspicious man holding a telescope among the ruins of the rooftop.

Just as Ayumi and the others said, the man had an exaggerated beard, a hat on his head, and a gray-black coat. At first glance, he looked like a homeless man in a slum, and there were almost no identifying features. .

This is most likely a disguise, not only with an ulterior motive, but also with precautions in place.

The other party came for him.

Knowing this, Conan secretly gritted his teeth and quietly moved a few times, completely hiding his small figure behind Kitagawa Yusuke.

In this way, from the perspective of the other party, even the child who is answering the phone cannot be seen.

"I just want you to feel that what you want to do is right in front of you, but you can only watch it being destroyed and helpless." He let out a sneer, and the man continued, "Next, around 1 o'clock, there will be There's another bomb going off. The location is the square in front of Mihua Station."

Yoneka Station is the JR station with the most people entering and exiting Yoneka Town...

If an explosion occurred in the station square there, the consequences would be disastrous.

"...What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to correct a mistake, and that mistake includes you, Mr. Kudo."

After finishing this proud declaration, the other party hung up the phone first.

Conan gritted his teeth and looked down at the time.

It wasn't lunch time yet, so he had plenty of room.

"What are you doing?"

Conan raised his head and saw Kitagawa Yusuke lowering his head after finishing the phone call and looking at himself.

"What happened just now? Bombs, planes, etc." Kitagawa Yusuke looked down at him and pointed at the debris caused by the explosion on the grass in front, "You seem to know a lot."

Indeed, when the situation was urgent just now, he blurted out the words to keep the children away from the plane and the remote control almost without hesitation. Looking back now, he rushed into the park inexplicably and said that the plane had a bomb, and then the plane really exploded or something. In fact, It's very suspicious.

"Well... I just heard someone say that by chance..." Conan started thinking and mumbled a few words vaguely. He rolled his eyes and looked back, "Why are you here?"

Strictly speaking, this guy who appeared at the same time as him, entered the park at the same time, really listened to the elementary school student's words, and disposed of the bomb, couldn't be any more reasonable than him, right?

Oh, by the way, considering the situation of the bomber, it seems that Kitagawa Yusuke’s suspicions cannot be completely cleared.

...After all, just when the prisoner called him, this man also picked up the phone, right?

Thinking this, Conan straightened his back again.

"I came to the park to sketch." Kitagawa Yusuke pointed behind him with his thumb.

Conan looked in the direction of his finger and actually saw the paint tray and easel beside the bench not far away.

"...I clearly remember that you walked in from outside before..." Conan was stunned, feeling a little confused.

"Ah, because I want to buy discounted bread, it's 3 kilometers away from here. I asked the lady over there to look after it for me first." As he said that, Kitagawa Yusuke took out a hand from his pocket.

A piece of chow mein bread with an exaggerated red and yellow promotion sign that says "-90%".

"Then, how you dress up..."

"Oh, I didn't pay attention when I was sketching a few days ago, and my skin peeled off due to the sun, so I wore a coat today."

"So you called because..."

"Call the police, what else?"

The two looked at each other silently, and Conan, who was completely speechless, was speechless for a while.

Not to mention, after careful consideration, everything is really impeccable.

Except for the coincidence that the prisoner misunderstood that this hidden guy was Kudo Shinichi, who had been missing for many days, there was nothing strange about the logic of the other party's behavior.

While the two of them were staring at each other, the police station that received the call had already arrived quickly.

The nearest police station is across the street less than 200 meters from the park here. It is a bit blatant that the criminal would choose this place to commit his crime.

It would be terrible if you were detained by the police and questioned...

Oh, by the way, if he goes to the next place, there is no guarantee that the prisoner will continue to hide somewhere and observe, and he will have to find a way to call Kitagawa Yusuke along with him or something.

Conan gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to grab Kitagawa Yusuke's clothes.

Although it seems a bit late to pretend to be a child now, Kitagawa Yusuke is a guy with a brain circuit that is a little different from ordinary people, so maybe...

"Um, Mr. Kitagawa...can I ask you a favor..."

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"...The matter is so urgent, can't you choose other means of transportation?"

Walking on the sidewalk holding hands, Conan clenched his fists, looked at the bricks being jumped over at his feet, and couldn't help but speak.

"But didn't you say that the bomber who announced the bomb said that the second bomb would not be detonated until after 1 o'clock?" Kitagawa Yusuke, who was slowly chewing bread, replied vaguely, "I don't have money to take the subway. This one I walked the entire journey and it only took less than half an hour, so we were all there in no time.”

"But, isn't your high school in Cupido Town? If you don't take the subway, how do you come here to sketch every day?" Conan pursed his lips and looked up at him in disbelief.

"Come over here." Kitagawa Yusuke, who thought his question was very strange, lowered his head and glanced at him incomprehensively, "What else?"

Conan was choked by his natural look: "..."

"Anyway, what you said, the other party said that if you call the police, he will detonate the bomb immediately, so it's okay to keep a low profile." Kitagawa Yusuke nodded seriously and pulled him to continue crossing the overpass.

Conan was about to take out his skateboard and speed up: "..."

It was over. He regretted asking this person for help. Although he couldn't see what was wrong, he felt that something was wrong...

Isn't it too late for him to ask Tang Ze to put on a sweater and come to replace him?