The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Xiaolan, are you really okay on your own?" Suzuki Sonoko looked down at the time and straightened her coat, feeling worried.

"What problem can I have?" Mao Lilan looked back at the movie poster and waved her hand with a smile, "The worst thing is that guy Shinichi will be absent again."

Suzuki Sonoko also took a look at the poster she had been looking at.

Newly released movies are advertised in various places in the business district. On the building across the street from them, the characters "The Legend of the Red Line" are printed on the corner of a huge advertisement.

Even if that reasoning madman can arrive, I feel like he will make the scene very disappointing...

Suzuki Sonoko, who was muttering in her heart, looked at Mao Lilan and looked at her dressed up, and another kind of worry arose: "It would be unsafe if that guy was really absent at such a late hour, right? It's a midnight show. It's already late for the movie to end..."

"It's okay, I'm not a child anymore." Mao Lilan tilted her head and smiled, "Don't worry, Yuanzi."

"Okay, then remember to report the battle situation to me tomorrow!" Suzuki Sonoko confirmed the time again, looked at the bustling intersection with the lights on, and walked towards the subway station while raising his legs and warned, "If there is any emergency, You can contact me at any time.”

"Thank you for staying with me today, Sonoko."

"How about thank you? Just take him down, come on, Xiaolan!"

"Garden..."

Helplessly watching her best friend walk away, Mao Lilan took out her phone and clicked on the empty email interface without any new messages.

"I hope it's not what I thought." She touched the gift bag hanging on her arm, murmured to herself, and walked towards the focus of today's trip.

The cinema on the first floor of the Mihua Municipal Building.

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"What, the designer of all these buildings is Moritani Teiji?" Megure Police Department opened his eyes wide and repeated in surprise.

"That's right, from the original Kurokawa House to several families that suffered fires later, the Mizushima family, the Yasuda family, the Akutsu family..." Handing the printed document to Megure Thirteen, Shiratori Rensaburo's expression He said it not very nicely.

As soon as he showed off the architects he admired, he was involved in the mystery in front of him. It was a bit embarrassing no matter how he thought about it.

"What about the green park in the morning?" Mu Mu Shisan quickly flipped through the paper and asked.

"I originally thought that place had nothing to do with Professor Moritani, but after careful inspection, I found that the benches in the Greenland Park were previously designed by Moritani Teiji and were used in the park and nearby sidewalks." The same is incredible. Shiratori Rensaburo crossed his arms.

"It seems that the same is true for the station square at Mihua Station."

"Yes, the station square was built when the JR line was completed, but the street lights on that street are all British-style iron frame street lights designed by Moritani Teiji..."

"Madman." After looking through the things in his hands, Mumu Shisan concluded.

"If the murderer's goal is really to design works related to Moritani Teiji, then he is hopelessly paranoid." Shiratori Rensaburo, who is indeed interested in architecture rather than just improvising, is very clear about the seriousness of the problem. , "Professor Teiji Moritani has been practicing for thirty years. From the early industrial design of small buildings, including some building supplies, to becoming famous, he began to contribute to many private residences, and finally, even included many large public buildings... …His designs are all over the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.”

If the criminal's goal is really to target Moritani Teiji's design, then he has no clue where he will commit the crime next.

"In other words, if you want to find his target building, there is no way to start, right?" Mumu Shisan felt his chest hurt when he heard it, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

There are many cases in Tokyo, and he has seen many prisoners of all kinds.

But even based on his experience, this kind of paranoia is quite rare and troublesome.

"The problem is troublesome..."

Mouri Kogoro, who was listening beside him, pondered and gave a slightly different reason: "In other words, his hatred for that boy Kudo may just be to cover up his true purpose. He just found a cover. Trying to divert our attention?”

"Perhaps he installed bombs on the Ring Line just to blow up the canal bridge." Showing the information about the Ring Line Canal Bridge in his hand, Mumu Shisan felt that his statement was reasonable, "It may be true. That’s right.”

"No matter what the situation is, the top priority should be to check with Professor Moritani first?" Shiratori Rensaburo suggested, "If it is his enemy, it will be more efficient for him to provide possible candidates than for us to investigate by ourselves. Even if it is No, regarding the projects he has participated in, his records and memories must be more comprehensive than the information we have consulted, right?"

At this point, Conan, who had basically locked in the candidate, narrowed his eyes and switched to a child's tone: "Are you talking about the uncle with the two mustaches? Yes, he has a big exhibition room at home. , there are many photos, last time we were guests at his home, he invited us to see them!"

"Well, that's a good starting point. Then prepare the vehicle, Shiratori!"

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"Is he living in his father's shadow, or does he regard continuing his father's old creations as proof of his inheritance of 'noble blood'?"

Standing on the top of the tallest building in the center, Asai looked up, looked at the several statues on the top, and sighed emotionally.

"Lunar, I understand you have a lot of feelings, but if you don't hurry up, the detective kid will beat you to it." Miyano Akemi, who was standing on the other side of the roof, turned to look at him and warned.

"It's just a sigh. It's a bit unbearable to destroy so many buildings with outstanding designs with my own hands." Asai Shigemi shook his head, but the hand holding the mechanism lever beside him was very steady.

"Ready to start, one, two——"

As the mechanisms at hand of the two were triggered at the same time, the tall stone tower slowly made a cracking sound, which became increasingly louder and louder. Finally, it completely split into two halves from the center.

At the same time, the white fortress in front of them, which was so tight that there was no entrance at all, was like a cake cut from the middle, being torn apart to both sides amidst the violent rotation of the overwhelmed mechanism, which seemed to be about to be destroyed. .

Looking at the strange scene ahead like Moses parting the sea, Tangze stood at the bottom of the tower, listened to the conversation between the two people on the top of the building, and adjusted the headphones on his ears.

"Ark, has this palace taught you anything?" Listening to Asai Narumi's sentimental sigh, Karasawa lowered his head and looked at the little robot beside his legs.

"What did you learn?" Noah raised his head in confusion. Noah, who didn't understand Tangze's train of thought, blinked twice, "Do you also like symmetrical designs, Leader?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the planning of the super large palace. Not to mention anything else, Moritani Teiji's design level is indeed a bit good. You can also learn such a small garden-style hybrid design, so that you can participate Or challenge in stages or something like that..."

"Oh, so you mean, can you learn from his mechanism design?"

"Why do you want to learn this? Your program is to change people's minds, and it's not really a reality show to break through barriers... It's not right, it can indeed be regarded as a reality show to break through barriers... Forget it, you thought I didn't say that. Scan it, ark , stole them all.”

"Leader, the two of them are down." Shimabukuro Kime, who couldn't listen anymore, interrupted their strange conversation and reminded them.

Tangze put away his joke, clapped his hands, and arranged the next plan: "Okay, let's group according to the plan. I suspect that the mazes on the left and right sides of the last section will have many mechanisms or mechanisms that need to be taken care of by both sides. Clues design. In short, keep communication open and stay in touch.”

"Leave it to me." Noah nodded, took a step forward, and disappeared into the air.

"Pay attention to safety and be careful of secret room-type institutions. This guy's palace is very aggressive."

"You too."

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Sitting in the police car heading to Moritani Teiji's house, Conan looked at the street lights that were gradually turning on, checked the time, and became slightly anxious.

The villa area where Moritani Teiji lives is far away from the city. In Tokyo during the evening rush hour, even with the siren on, the car can only accelerate to a limited extent.

Although Mouri Kogoro and the others discovered that the prisoner wanted to deal with Moritani Teiji's building, and finding him was just a matter of convenience for the detective, he was not so lucky at all.

The prisoner's tone of voice when talking to him was somewhat familiar to him.

As a consultant detective who relies on on-site investigation and quick wit to handle current cases, it is rare to encounter a prisoner who wants to have a "contest" with him.

But he doesn't see it often. He has really seen a lot from his father's information.

——Who made the concept of old enemy and detective become the standard feature of many detective novels starting from "Sherlock Holmes"?

In addition, due to his understanding of cognitive psychology and Xiaolan's sudden eagerness to participate in related subject content, he was forced and proactive to understand a lot of psychological knowledge and dared to make some judgments.

This prisoner is a more typical type, indeed an anti-social murderer who has a deep hatred for him.

Although I contacted them, there were very few words and a clear goal. It was more like a unilateral notice than communication, leaving them no room for communication at all.

However, for such a person who rarely shows his emotions, when facing Kudo Shinichi, his few speeches contained a lot of emotional expressions. It is difficult to explain this completely as a cover-up.

Another very important point is that this prisoner has not negotiated terms.

No matter what his situation is, from his own perspective, what happened today was not that a criminal who endangered public safety was hiding in the middle of the intensive police search, but that he was aloof and kept throwing new clues to the detectives and police. Puzzle, he should enjoy this sense of control and feel value from the troubles and disasters he creates for others.

The summary of the Mumu Police Department is more accurate - "madman".

So, Conan, who had been thinking about similar questions all the way through the traffic jam, sat on the sofa of Teiji Moritani's house and looked across at Teiji Moritani who looked calm and even lit his pipe, but the alarm of suspicion was already there. It's full.

He was dressed too neatly and decently, and it was obviously time after dinner. When he saw a few police officers who came to his door due to an emergency, he even took the time to pick out a new set of neatly ironed clothes.

With a gentle smile on his face, he did not lower his posture at all. Instead, he crossed his legs and lit a cigarette happily, seeming to enjoy the moment of being surrounded by everyone's attention.

An overly clean house, even down to the plush and soft upholstery on the sofa, as well as carefully arranged lights on the walls, lighting with just the right atmosphere and mood...

Everything fits his stereotype of an antisocial obsessive-compulsive serial killer.

Shaking the fire house in his hand twice, Moritani Teiji gently folded it into two pieces in the ashtray and nodded slowly: "What you said makes sense. These cases seem to be coincidences. It’s outrageous.”

This is also the way of saying things.

Relying on his humble identity as a child, Conan slid off the single sofa stool and slowly walked around Moritani Teiji's living room.

The more I turn around, the more doubtful I become.

Although in order to pursue the beauty of soft furnishings, this living room has not been decorated to be completely symmetrical. On one side of the wall are many decorative paintings and photos, and on the other side are clocks, closets, low cabinets and other furniture, but they are Overall, they show a mutually contrasting relationship, which can still be regarded as symmetrical.

Conan stared at the back of Moritani Teiji's head for a moment.

Moritani Teiji, you still said you don’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder?

"Mr. Moritani, do you have any ideas about possible suspects..."

"Well, let me think about it for a moment." Moritani Teiji nodded, but his eyes stayed on Conan who walked to the other side of the low table and stared at the photos on the table, "That one was with my parents when I was a child. Take a photo, Conan-kun."

Conan, who was observing the layout of the house, was stunned for a moment. His eyes fell on the center of the photo frame in front of him, and he finally understood what Moritani Teiji was talking about.

"It's not like in Japan. Professor Moritani, your father seems to be a very powerful man." Conan looked at the three people in the photo for a few seconds, held it in for a while, and then reluctantly answered.

What does Moritani Teiji mean by showing a family photo to an elementary school student, just to change the subject?

Why are you still staring at me? What else do you want me to say? You can't let me praise you for being so cute when you were a child, right?

"Yes, Professor Moritani's father is a world-renowned architect. He used to be active in the European architectural community, mainly in the United Kingdom." Shiratori Rensaburo smiled and added a sentence, which did not make the scene completely cold. Go on, "What I like is the consistent design style of Professor Moritani's house."

Speaking of this, Shiratori Rensaburo glanced at the information document that was placed on the coffee table without anyone paying attention to it. Emperor Moritani had not even flipped through it. He couldn't help but have some associations: "Speaking of this, I remember that your father passed away. It seems like..."

"Fifteen years ago, he and my mother died in a fire. I inherited this house from him in the name of inheritance." Moritani Teiji nodded, holding the pipe to his mouth, He took a slow breath and said, "He is indeed an amazing architect and has a very important influence on my life."

After saying that, his eyes stayed on Conan again, as if he hoped that the other party would continue what he said.

Conan, who didn't understand what he was looking at and had many doubts about him due to his reasoning: "?"

What are you doing here, trying to test children's opinions about him?

Conan turned his head and looked at the family photo with Big Ben in the background. He blinked and said, "No wonder Professor Moritani looks a bit British."

"Oh? Why do you say that? Do I look like an Englishman in any way?" After hearing his words, Moritani Teiji's tone was still calm, but the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

Obviously, Conan was very happy when he said this.

Conan gave him a strange look and made sure again that he really didn't see the problem with his identity and that he was really talking to a primary school student. He couldn't help but feel speechless in his heart.

Are you waiting for a primary school student to compliment you and let you feel the joy of "children are innocent, so everything they tell is the truth"?

What should I say about this? You grew up in the UK and had no sense of belonging to Japan. You just returned to Japan following your parents' job changes;

Or, not only have you tried hard to incorporate many classic architectural elements from the Stuart dynasty into your home decoration style, you have tried every means to make yourself feel like you are still in England;

Or, about your British-style suit that doesn’t quite suit your appearance. The overly stiff silhouette and strict lines have forced you to grow a beard to match this style of dressing...

In short, Moritani Teiji is completely a spiritual Englishman who is Japanese everywhere.

These reasons were all sufficient, but Conan held it in for a few seconds, but couldn't say a word.

No matter which sentence he said, it didn't sound like something that a primary school student should say or could say. Facing this kind of suspect who was very likely to harbor ill intentions towards Kudo Shinichi, Conan didn't want to reveal that he was far more than a first-year primary school student. intelligence.

Somehow, Kitagawa Yusuke's face, which remained calm and calm no matter how outrageous he said, flashed before his eyes.

"Hairline." Conan blurted out, "I watch Sherlock Holmes movies and TV series, and all the British uncles have the same hairline as you."

Moritani Teiji, with a smile frozen on his face: "..."

I don’t know why, but this feeling of being in a panic but unable to say a single harsh word gave him an inexplicable feeling of déjà vu...

"Kids, where is the little girl who came with you that day? Why didn't you see her coming?" After being choked for a moment, Moritani Teiji stopped pretending and finally asked the question he really wanted to ask.

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"His father died in a fire, but he chose to use flames to further destroy all the things he considered to be 'imperfect'..." Looking at the flickering fire in front of him, Asai's face became a little cold, "This is really Is this a choice that a child of a fire victim would make?”

"It's hard to say." Turning a blind eye to the heat and flames around him, Karasawa strode on the red carpet on the ground and walked from the other side of the room to the opposite side of Asai Narumi. "Is he a victim or..."

Asai Narumi's expression was not good-looking. It seemed that in Moritani Teiji's palace, he had to use flames to solve the puzzle, which aroused a lot of negative emotions in him.

Tang Ze looked at his expression and thought silently in his heart.

Regarding this issue, Asai Narimi really has a say.

The flame is the destruction buried deep in his heart and the source that drives him forward. Even if it is for revenge, he has not chosen any similar means.

——He left the flame to himself as the final chapter of the story and the epilogue of self-destruction.

In his opinion, Moritani Teiji didn't look like a victim's family at all, but more like a being from the other side.

"You want to say that for his own ambition..." Asai Narumi looked at the black eyepatch on Tang Ze's face, as if through its obstruction, he was still looking straight into Tang Ze's eyes.

"I don't have definite evidence, but this is my guess." Tangze shrugged, waiting for the flames to burn the carpet behind him, then turned to look at the door that slowly revealed its true appearance as everything in the house melted, "Yes Whether it is or not, we will find out soon.”