The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The square in front of Miwa's JR station is not large. Considering its location as a major transportation station and being at the junction of main roads, it does not allow it to have a large area. There are only a few trees and a few benches.

It sounds like a good thing that can reduce the difficulty of searching, but when walking into the station square, Conan can't help but feel troublesome.

There are too many pedestrians passing by here. Without the assistance of the police to block the area, no one knows where the prisoner will put the bomb and whether it will be taken away by passers-by.

If a plastic bomb capable of blowing up a building explodes in a crowd...

"Don't worry, kid." Kitagawa Yusuke, who was a few steps behind him, crossed the sidewalk with Shi Shiran in his pocket. "Since the prisoner said he would detonate it after 1 o'clock, there is a high probability that it will be a time bomb this time."

"...Have you done any research on this kind of thing?" Unexpectedly, before he could use his brain, he was comforted by an ordinary person who looked unconcerned. Conan raised his head and glanced at him in surprise.

...Speaking of which, Kitagawa Yusuke looks so thin and never had enough to eat. Why is he still so tall? It’s quite tiring to talk to him.

Kitagawa Yusuke, who was wearing 3cm height-increasing shoes, nodded seriously: "Isn't this obvious? If it's not a time bomb, why did he ask for time?"

"Even if he doesn't need a time bomb, he can still use a remote control device?" Conan retorted first, then shook his head, "What you said makes sense."

Although Kitagawa Yusuke's judgment sounds more like a subconscious reaction of muscles directly connected to the brain than reasoning, his words are not wrong.

If the prisoner's purpose was consistent with what he described on the phone, then the other party wanted to target Kudo Shinichi, and it was not to blow him up directly, but to make him feel the pain of being unable to prevent the tragedy from happening.

This shows the criminal's extreme self-confidence, and also shows that the other party's two bombs are more like "appetizers" and they want to test his depth as a detective.

As previously investigated, the stolen explosives were far more than that.

In order to prevent their behavior from being too strange, he did not drag Kitagawa Yusuke. He walked around the station square first, simply eliminating the facades that could be seen at a glance, as well as the trash cans and tree branches that were relatively easy to see. The hiding place that comes to mind.

It would be very conspicuous for a high school student to do this, but for an elementary school student with ADHD, it would make perfect sense.

It is only at this time that you can feel the convenience of being a child.

After a simple circle, Conan found nothing and returned to Kitagawa Yusuke who was sitting on the bench. He was about to ask him to check some parts that were difficult for him to see clearly, such as the crown of the tree. However, he saw that he lowered his head and was observing carefully. Something under the seat.

Conan leaned over and took a look. It was a pink cat box with cute pink and white stickers on the outer wall. When he got closer, he could hear the faint sound of a cat meowing.

"Please take it away..." After reading the words written on it, Conan observed it for a while and frowned.

At first glance, the cat bag is expensive. It has a very obvious decorative style. Coupled with this eye-catching color, it is an act that is very eager to be noticed. It is easy to think of having to abandon it due to family reasons. A character image of a little girl.

Under this premise, this note with too clear handwriting reveals a somewhat different age tendency.

It's not a huge suspicion, but there is definitely a subtle sense of suspicion.

Just as Conan was about to reach out and carefully take it out, Kitagawa Yusuke had already bent down and pulled the cat bag out.

"Hey, be careful..." Although he knew that it was probably not going to be an exaggerated device like a balance pole, he still couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw Kitagawa Yusuke's heroic movements.

Kitagawa Yusuke responded with an incomprehensible look: "Shake it a little, it won't scare the cat."

"...The reason you're staring at it is because there's a cat in it?" Conan's eyebrows twitched as he was briefly confused by Kitagawa Yusuke's keenness.

"What else? What else can there be without a cat in the cat bag?" Kitagawa Yusuke looked back with a confused look.

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds. Conan, who felt that this conversation was a bit retarded, slapped his forehead and reached out to open the lock on the cat bag.

A small milk-brown head popped out the next second.

"It's a Siamese cat." Kitagawa Yusuke reached out and stroked the kitten's slightly messy hair.

The cat came close to his hand and sniffed it a few times, purred twice, climbed onto his lap, and squatted down very familiarly.

"So good and obedient." Kitagawa Yusuke smiled and reached out to pat the cat's back. "It's very dangerous here. You can't stay here. I'll take you to another place."

Is it surprising that he is the type popular with cats and dogs?

Conan looked at the cat that was held obediently in his arms and purred under his caress. He felt an indescribable sense of déjà vu. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and recall for two seconds, where had he seen this cat before? kind of scene.

But now that the situation was urgent, he quickly put back his flexible divergent thinking, opened the small door on the cat bag, and took a look inside.

The bright red countdown device is quietly counting second by second.

It’s really this…!

"Mr. Kitagawa, look!"

"Well... there's still half an hour left, why not just walk back..."

"...Why do you have to make a special trip back?!"

"But my easel is still over there. If you can't wait, you might as well call the police directly."

"No! Don't dial! No need for now! Just wait for me here! I'll find a river and go back!"

Without raising any further objections, Tang Ze looked at the back of the elementary school student who had been driven away by the radio man, caressed the obedient cat in his hand, and smiled meaningfully.

You like to take all problems on yourself without informing anyone, right?

I should let you feel that Joker is already the most talkative person in the Phantom Thieves. If he hides the other party and does things without authorization, then he doesn't know who the people who come to meet you are.

"I still like to solve all problems by myself, little hero." Picking up the slender cat, Tang Ze looked into its ice-blue eyes for a while and smiled, "From now on, you will be called nekko. Little kitten.”

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After the two explosions occurred, although the bombs did not cause any casualties or serious property damage due to Conan's timely arrival and timely handling, this retaliatory bombing against Kudo Shinichi still received attention.

Several witnesses who had come into contact with the bomber were called by the Megure Police Department for questioning. When Conan walked out of the office, he saw Yusuke Kitagawa surrounded by several of his elementary school classmates.

"Can I touch it?" Looking at the cat lying on his shoulder, Yoshida Ayumi cautiously said, "I won't hurt it."

Kitagawa Yusuke, who was immersed in drawing something, gave her a strange look: "You want to touch it and ask me what to do? You should ask it."

"Is that so?" Yoshida Ayumi was stunned by what he said. After thinking for a few seconds, she gave up on figuring out the logical issues and turned to Siam who was lazily lying on his shoulder. "Then I can touch you." You? Uh, what should I call it?"

"It's called nekko."

"Neko? Are you saying it's called a cat?"

"No, there is a prompting sound here, which is nekko."

"What's the meaning?"

"Tree root means the bottom of the tree."

"Ah? Why did you choose this name?"

"Because it was found under the tree."

Returning the roots of the tree. According to this naming logic, this cat should be called Xiotou, bomb pendant or something like that...

Conan, who was once again stunned by the retarded conversation, stroked his forehead and walked over to interrupt them: "What are you doing around here? Isn't the questioning over yet?"

"Look Conan, this brother is really good at drawing!" Seeing it was him, Ayumi happily jumped down from the stool and pointed at the notebook in Kitagawa Yusuke's hand, "This is the bearded man we saw. Uncle, what he painted is exactly the same as what I said!"

Conan was stunned for a moment, and quickly took a closer look.

I saw Kitagawa Yusuke, who had a notebook and a ballpoint pen at hand, methodically processing the sketches of figures in his hands. A bearded middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, a beret, and a coat, started to draw on the tip of his pen And out.

There was almost no difference between the man Conan saw through the magnification of his glasses.

Kitagawa Yusuke still has this kind of technology? Conan couldn't help but be impressed.

Criminal simulation portraits are not as simple a job as they sound, not to mention that the ones who are describing the characteristics orally are a few elementary school students with limited language skills. To accurately grasp the height, clothing characteristics, and dress details requires a lot of patience and accuracy. Capable of grasping.

In other words, without professional training, being able to draw the image dictated by others to this degree of completion is enough to say that the talent is amazing.

"It's amazing..." He praised him without water, and Conan was a little surprised when he finally felt a little bit of art student qualities from the other person. "Unfortunately, it's still difficult to catch people like this."

"Yes, the other party probably covered up all the features on purpose." Kitagawa Yusuke nodded in confirmation, slowly finished drawing the black leather gloves on the man's hands, and then put down the pen, "It seems that the fingerprints will not gain anything. ”

"Even if there are fingerprints, they must have been blown up." Conan thought of the remote control and the plane that perished together, and didn't think there would be any traces left at the scene.

Returning the notebooks in his hands to several elementary school students, watching them hold up the portraits and rush back to the office they just came out of with great interest, Kitagawa Yusuke shrugged: "You are not saying that this prisoner is targeting high school detectives, Kudo Shinichi? In fact, it would be faster to investigate in this direction."

"Well..." Conan laughed awkwardly and touched his head, feeling embarrassed to speak.

If the prisoners and murderers he arrested, as well as their relatives, are regarded as people he has offended, then he has offended too many people.

Although he officially started working as a detective after high school, there is always a reason why he was able to handle cases all the way to the point where he was exaggeratedly praised by the media as "the savior of the Japanese police."

It was also because of their young age that among the prisoners who were lucky enough to be sent in by him, not to mention those who were released after serving their sentences, few of those who were actually sentenced to death were executed.

But most of these prisoners also have their own relatives and friends. Considering that more than half of them chose to commit crimes because of the grievances of their relatives and friends, it is hard to say whether the cycle of revenge will be blamed on him as a detective...

"Oh, you have offended too many people, right?" Kitagawa Yusuke nodded suddenly, "Then you can ask him to come over and do some elimination. It's like, um, criminal profiling or something."

"Are you talking about the kind in TV movies where you guess the basic characteristics of the criminal based on his criminal behavior? Well, Brother Shinichi is not very good at that. He is a reasoning person." He scratched his cheek. Conan followed his train of thought and thought for a moment.

If it comes to this kind of criminal profiling, he does know people who know a little bit about it.

In his impression, Karasawa, whose parents are psychologists, and Akechi Goro, who returned from the United States, should be able to do something...

Yes, the two of them seemed to have a pretty good relationship, although Goro Akechi didn't have a good impression on him.

Huh? Why did he suddenly connect the two people?

Regardless of what Conan was thinking about when he suddenly fell into deep thought, Kitagawa Yusuke picked up the cookie that the police officer brought to comfort the child, opened it and ate it without blushing, and said casually: "It's not that difficult to deduce, right? He Since he is good at reasoning, he must also be good at doing this. For example, this prisoner should be quite rich."

"Ah? Where did you get the conclusion?" Conan, who didn't understand how this was connected, was stunned.

"Just like this cat." Kitagawa Yusuke took out the cat's head with his backhand and lifted up the cat's head that was hidden in his hat. "I just checked online and I think it is a good breed and its body is very clean. He probably didn't catch it casually. It was also to attract the attention of passers-by. He didn't just catch a stray cat, but chose to buy a cat, which shows that he is not short of money."

"You mean, he will spend money to solve some problems that don't need to be spent." Conan, who understood, thought for a while and nodded in approval of this logic.

"And that airplane model. It's very expensive. It's something I only go to the model shop to paint." Kitagawa Yusuke bit the biscuit in his mouth and picked up another one.

"Well, that's true, but actually the most expensive thing in his crime was the two bombs." Conan pointed out.

The two cases cost tens of thousands of yen, and since there were obviously cheaper options, it was indeed impossible for this prisoner to be someone with financial difficulties.

But the most difficult part of the whole case was the two bombs.

"Yes, so he stole the gunpowder." Kitagawa Yusuke ate the biscuits very quickly, and he finished the fourth piece before he saw it, "But maybe he hired someone to steal it, or someone stole it and bought it. "

This coincided with Conan's earlier reasoning about this batch of explosives. Conan touched his chin and nodded slowly.

The rich people he has offended, well, is indeed a useful filter, but with this added, the number of people is still very large...

"For another example, this person should be engaged in the art industry." Seeing him nod, Kitagawa Yusuke added.

This guess is a bit deep.

Conan couldn't help but ask: "Huh? Why do you think so?"

The former reasoning is relatively easy to understand, but the latter one is less clear.

Is it because Kitagawa Yusuke himself is a painter with a bad mind, so there is some kind of strange "similar resonance"?

"Don't you think it's humorous, these two cases of his?" Kitagawa Yusuke looked back strangely with a look like "you are asking questions knowingly".

"...Humor?" Conan looked at him with an increasingly strange look.

humor? If they hadn't stopped it in time, the number of casualties on the scene might have been double digits based on the bomb's equivalent on the model plane.

This is a very serious crisis and case.

And after all, who would think bombs are funny?

Conan knew that Kitagawa Yusuke was a bit crazy, but he didn't expect him to be so crazy. He was still surprised.

"Yeah, didn't you notice the model of that airplane model? B-29 bomber." Yusuke Kitagawa made an exploding gesture in the air with his hands stained with cookie crumbs, "You also know, it is used for drying Yeah."

This is the bomber model that made Hiroshima and Nagasaki instantly familiar. Using it to hang bombs, right, has an indescribable weird humor in it.

If you think about it carefully, it's almost like hell.

"The same goes for cats. He even designed and decorated the package carefully to ensure that it attracts people's attention. If you think about that sentence again, 'please take it away', right?" Kitagawa Yusuke shrugged You shrugged and made an expression that you understood, "I think people working in other industries may not have this kind of desire to create."

Even if what you said is right and the prisoner really thinks this way, you who can understand this level are outrageous enough, right?

No wonder you said that the other person is engaged in the art industry. Are you all painting like this?

Conan looked at him in confusion for a while, then nodded very slowly: "...What you said makes sense."

Understand, the prisoner is a crazy artist like this guy. The only difference between him and him is that he is richer.

It is indeed reasonable and convincing.

"Jingle Bell--"

Another series of bells rang. While talking to Dr. Agasa, the Megure Police Department who had been paying attention to him immediately noticed the situation here and quickly approached.

"Is this a call from a prisoner?" Police Department Megu asked after Conan took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID with a heavy expression.

Conan nodded, made a gesture, answered the call without saying a word, and pressed the speakerphone.

In front of so many people, he couldn't pick up the voice changer and start talking again. Fortunately, in this case, it was a more reasonable development to let the police come to talk to him.

"It's a slightly difficult challenge, but it's just an appetizer for you, isn't it?" On the other side of the phone, a voice that was distorted by a voice changer into a weird tone rang almost as soon as the call was connected, "I I saw you walking into the police station. This is the signal to officially declare war, right? Then let’s have a formal contest. I have installed five bombs on the Dongdu Ring Line."