The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Du, dun——"

"Damn it, answer the phone..." Conan, who was holding the phone tightly, looked at the explosion scene getting closer and closer in front of him and tightened his fingers.

Since Emperor Moritani really had hatred towards him because of the abortion plan in Nishitama City, it was impossible for him to take no action after knowing Xiaolan's whereabouts. He should have thought of it earlier!

Immersed in a state of reasoning, he slowly realized Moritani Teiji's plan, and his heart beat rapidly.

Although Emperor Moritani was quite certain that he only blew up the entrance to the municipal building and had no plan to harm anyone.

No, a more accurate description is that he wants to prolong the process of harm indefinitely. It is best to feel the pain and regret he wants to give Kudo Shinichi as long as possible before letting him die, so he will not pursue it once. Direct casualties of sex…

But it was an explosion after all, a huge impact that could cause the building to collapse. No one could guarantee that everything was under Moritani Teiji's control...

Moritani Teiji's residence was indeed far away from the city. Even if they turned on their sirens and tried their best to rush there, by the time the vehicle arrived in front of the Mihua Municipal Building, half an hour had already passed.

Before Kogoro Mouri could stop him, Conan, who had jumped out of the car, had already squeezed his cell phone, which was getting hot from playing, and slipped into the crowd.

No matter whether the call can be connected or not, he must go to this uncertain appointment as Kudo Shinichi and stay here, unable to speak in front of other people.

Next, it's Kudo Shinichi's time.

"Du-du-click."

An unexpected voice suddenly came from the other end of the communication line that had not stopped dialing.

The call was answered.

"Hello?!" Conan, who had already pulled up the voice changer in advance, shouted over there, "Xiaolan, Xiaolan! Are you in the theater? Are you injured?! I -"

"Xinyi!" On the other end of the phone, Mao Lilan's angry voice sounded more worried than him, "You haven't come here yet, have you?"

"...Huh?" Conan stepped into the safe passage and was stunned for two seconds.

"You didn't come here?! I heard Moritani Teiji talking like that on TV, and then the exit collapsed. I thought, I thought..." Mao Lilan breathed out, let go of the stone in his hand, and fell He sat on the ground and breathed.

She didn't know whether it was due to the signal shielding caused by the collapse of the facility or the channel blockage caused by the accident around her. She anxiously dialed Kudo Shinichi's number several times, but failed to get a response. She was originally thankful that the other party let her go. The pigeon's heart, which had escaped the disaster, was getting higher and higher.

After confirming that there were no injured at the scene and assisting several people trapped in the crowd who were injured by the collapse to treat their wounds, Mao Lilan, who couldn't make a call, simply started trying to dig.

I don’t know if the prisoners deliberately controlled the power of the explosion, or if the structure of the theater itself is strong enough, or if they were extremely lucky...

In short, although everyone in the waiting area was trapped by the explosion just now, except for a few unlucky guys who were scratched by debris, there were no other serious accidents.

Therefore, even though they were temporarily trapped in the building, after the short period of panic, including the theater staff, they slowly recovered their emotions, maintained order, and prepared to carry out self-rescue.

After seeing Mao Lilan frantically digging through the collapsed material at the exit for unknown reasons, many people were actually inspired to follow her and worked together to try to dig through the buried exit.

Maybe it's because the citizens of Mihua are indeed of high quality, or maybe because their emergency response capabilities are naturally outstanding. When the scene changed from crying and waiting for the police to relying on one's own efforts, after only a few minutes of chaos, they even began to divide the work reasonably.

Strong adult men and women came over and tried to move the building rubble with Mao Lilan. Young children and the elderly were arranged to a safer area with a more stable structure. Those who did not have the strength to participate in the excavation began to be responsible for some simple logistical work.

Inexplicably, the scene that should have been filled with gloom and misery, waiting for rescue to arrive, is now immersed in a positive atmosphere of united efforts to fight the disaster.

Mao Lilan, who didn't realize that something was not going right, finally found an outlet for her emotions after answering the phone, and continued chattering: "I also went to the main entrance to confirm that there was no one in the passage and that no one was suppressed. With a flat human body, we began to think of ways to dig through the safety exit. We all dug together for half an hour before we saw a little safety door. If you don't connect it, I, I will think..."

"I, I just arrived at the door..." Conan, who was really about to let go again, answered without confidence. He looked at the safety exit above the stairs that was pressed down by the collapsed cement pillars with only some gaps left, and carefully carried it with his backhand. Enter the security door behind you.

I don't know why, although the original panic slowly dissipated after hearing Mao Lilan's voice that seemed to be very healthy and in good condition, a new panic began to arise again.

She did sound a little crying, but the reason for her crying was far from what he originally thought.

What he began to worry about now was that if he really told his location accurately, Mao Lilan really led someone to dig open the door, opened the door and took a look... Him, he should...

His hand subconsciously touched Conan on the small medicine box Tang Ze gave him: "..."

Otherwise, you might as well just be heartbroken and take the medicine first...

"So you are not injured, right? Are you also trapped in the passage, or can you come in and out freely?" After talking for two or three minutes at a breath, Mao Lilan, who was thirsty, took the lady next to him who was getting warm water from the tea cup. I thanked him for the cup he was handed, took a breath, and asked, "You just said you were at the door. Which direction are you in? Does your phone still have power? Can you hear the sound from our side?"

"I, I..." Conan, who was knocked back by her barrage of questions. Conan, who had already crawled closer to the safety door, was speechless for a while. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Why do you suddenly seem to be so good at handling this situation?" Same……"

"Isn't this a basic emergency response method? I went on a trip with everyone before, and encountered some accidents. Tang Ze also suggested that I learn some knowledge in this area." Mao Lilan lowered his head and glanced at his feet. He broke off the high-heeled shoes and sighed a little regretfully, "The new clothes are indeed stained."

Conan pressed his hand on the cold metal surface of the security door and didn't know what to say: "..."

Considering the scene in front of me, it sounds like a very prophetic suggestion. Tang Ze who can give such suggestions is a very interesting friend to say the least.

But why does he feel so depressed...

"...I know you are worried about me." Mao Lilan, who finally relaxed, recalled the excited voice on the other side that was about to scream when the call was connected, and softened her tone, "I'm also worried about you. Don't I’m afraid, since the Phantom Thieves of the Heart can discover Moritani Teiji’s problem and give an early warning, maybe the problem will be solved soon.”

Conan, who always felt that his character was wrong somewhere, twitched at the corner of his mouth for a long time, and finally managed to say: "Okay, don't be afraid, I'm near you..."

These friends of his, one or two, all made choices that were good for him, but combined, why did it seem to result in a situation that was completely different from what he expected...

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The Phantom Thieves of the Heart were talked about by two young people who looked at each other affectionately (by mistake) across the door, and now they had no time to care about their little troubles.

Tangze was about to be thrown out like a meteor hammer.

"It's so annoying, it's so big, isn't it?" Tang Ze, whose face was almost blown away by the strong wind, let out a roar and quickly shortened the length of the hook to prevent his attack from being hit by the giant again. of statues thrown away.

"There's nothing we can do about it!" Narumi Asai, who heard his voice, narrowly dodged a hammer blow and replied loudly, "Who said he was Hephaestus! Hephaestus But Titan—"

"The ancient Greek god in charge of sculptures, is he worthy?!" Karasawa, who was most annoyed with the Gigantamax boss, shouted with emotion and without skill, "Aim more clearly, Lunar, stop chatting!"

The whole person was enveloped in shadows, and Hoshikawa Teru, who was hanging on Tangze's lap, also shouted: "You should pay more attention, I can't aim at his eyes, it's going to burn-"

"You're working hard, Karma, please give me some water!"

"What do you mean bring some water...forget it. Umi Yukihiko——"

"Push the anvil further illusion!"

"Ark, is the gear ready-"

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While the Phantom Thieves were laughing and laughing, the police who arrived at the scene with Teiji Moritani were also busy.

After being taken away from home, Moritani Teiji remained silent throughout the whole process. No matter how he was pressed about the placement and details of the bomb, he just had a gloomy expression and no intention of answering.

Looking at the busy scene, Moritani Teiji just sneered twice, but still slowly dug his neatly manicured nails into his palms.

Compared with the police, what he was really afraid of now was the small card, which looked like blood or fire.

He must have heard of this mysterious group that was like an urban legend, but he had never scorned it.

A simple notice can change someone's life without anyone noticing... This is not an innocent fairy tale.

However, when I really went to the extreme path and really had my heart full of ghosts, I didn't have the confidence to look down upon this exaggerated and ridiculous style.

This is not the only thing he dare not say...

"Professor Moritani." He folded his arms and looked at the evacuated and blocked scene, watching the cordon surrounding the originally brightly lit and bustling building, Mu Mu Shisan looked serious and helpless, "You are a very famous designer. , there will be more new works in the future, and your footprints could have been all over the world. Is it really worth destroying such a possibility for a little grudge?"

Threats and intimidation didn't work, and as Moritani Teiji was a celebrity who was neither short of money nor profit, when he didn't even want his face, the police had nothing to do if they wanted to pry his mouth open.

Therefore, this passage is not so much that he is persuading, but rather that he is expressing emotion.

He really didn't understand Moritani Teiji's thoughts, but he suddenly remembered that this afternoon, the young man named Kitagawa concluded that the murderer was also engaged in the art industry.

Although it is not strange for an artist to have abnormal brains, when I think of that young man who lived in embarrassment and poverty, and compare it to Moritani Teiji, there is no doubt that the latter is already at the top of the industry and has reached the pinnacle of his life.

When he thought about it, he didn't understand it even more.

Learning art is expensive and requires long-term training. It is not easy to cultivate a skilled and outstanding talent.

To take art as a career is to make money by relying on this craft. After I really made a lot of money, I started to complain that my career failed to satisfy my artistic pursuit...

What is the picture?

"You don't understand." Moritani Teiji, who had been silent for a long time, raised his eyes and looked at the blurred building in front of him in the black smoke. He said to himself, "Architecture is different. Architecture is the life of an architect." The continuation of…”

"But those were all built by the builders? If you really have an objection, couldn't you just spend the money to buy the land and then do whatever you want with it?" Mumu Shisan raised a soul question.

"That's impossible!" Moritani Teiji's eyes widened when he was hit by the argument "It's not you who spends the money" again. "The world of architecture does not need to consider so many emotions. This is a world where there is only order and regularity. !”

"But the rule is-"

"shut up!"

Shiratori Rensaburo, who was looking worriedly at the scene, shook his hands, looked at Megure Thirteen, whose eyebrows were brought together in confusion, and leaned over to remind him in a low voice: "He doesn't want to hear this, don't irritate the suspect..."

As a fan of Moritani Teiji's father's works, and therefore a fan of Moritani Teiji's love for Uya and Karasu, Shiratori of course went to the exhibition of Moritani Teiji's works.

And that subtle scripture debate had already spread through word of mouth among the onlookers.

Although it is impossible to restore the details of the conversation, the problem of "you didn't spend the money yourself" is obviously a pain point for Teiji Moritani.

"Okay." To avoid exacerbating Moritani Teiji's uncooperative mood, Megure Thirteen finally changed the subject, "Are the people from the explosive ordnance disposal team in place?"

"They are investigating, but they initially suspect that more explosives may be installed in the area that has been blocked by the collapse."

"It's hard to deal with..."

Of course, his original plan was to make the guy who brought stains to his life disappear completely. The explosion he designed could not be solved so easily.

He is...

Moritani Teiji's clenched fists suddenly loosened, his expression slowly stiffened, and his body gradually began to sway.

"Hey, Professor Moritani?" The first reaction was that Moritani Teiji wanted to mess with the moth again, and he grabbed it reflexively.

However, the expression of Moritani Teiji, who was caught in his hand, slowly relaxed and seemed a little dull.

After the muscles were no longer tense, the loose skin clearly showed his age, as if he had aged several years suddenly.

Regardless of his crazy core or the wealth and pride that his fame bestows on him, Teiji Moritani is just an ordinary old man over fifty years old. Due to long hours of intense desk work, his age is even more obvious than that of ordinary people.

At this moment, he really looked a bit like a captured prisoner.

Megure Thirteen and Shiratori Rensaburo glanced at each other subconsciously, feeling familiar with the scene in front of them.

Then he adjusted the law enforcement recorder on his chest in a synchronized manner.

How can I put it, practice makes perfect, I have a hunch.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Moritani Teiji's head slowly hung down, and a hoarse and tired voice came out.

"I have destroyed the installation location of the bomb and the design drawings. But I have an electronic archive in my secret mailbox. The account number is..."

"Hey." Shiratiao, who took out his notebook and started recording quickly, couldn't help but sigh, "If they move a little faster and can solve it before 10 o'clock, wouldn't even the current problem..."

"What are you talking about, Shiratori?" Concerned that this confession of guilt was likely to be used as evidence in court, Megure Thirteen coughed and interrupted him seriously, "We are the police."

What would it look like to really leave the punishment of criminals entirely to the Phantom Thieves of the Heart or something...