The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Well, fox eyes, the corners of the eyes hang up like this... Yes, yes, that's it! There seems to be a little beard, and the hair is, uh, about this length..."

Yoshida Ayumi used body language together, trying her best to describe the appearance of the man she noticed at a glance, racking her brains to think of any details that could be added.

She had seen Kitagawa Yusuke's ability to draw portraits, and wanted to provide as much detailed information as possible to help him complete the portrait creation.

"Well, let me just say that Kitagawa-kun's portrait is very good, right?" Wataru Takagi, who participated in the progress of the last bombing case, nodded to Miwako Sato, who was standing in the back with her hands on her hips. "Later, in order to fix the evidence, we really asked Moritani to Di Er once wore his disguise coat and wig."

The result was that Kitagawa Yusuke used a ballpoint pen to sketch out a portrait of a character on an impromptu basis, as close as if he was sitting in front of the other person and sketching the person stroke by stroke.

This is actually quite different from the serious criminal portrait simulation painting method, but I have to say that it is really a very good painting skill.

"Yes. In fact, after the last case, I have been paying attention to Kitagawa-kun's movements." Rensaburo Shiratori, whose character is an art-loving young man, stood on the other side and added in a low voice, "His works have been approved by the public. The preliminary selection for the award was in progress, and I took advantage of my position...well, I went to visit the venue. He is an awesome guy."

Karasawa, who had lowered his head and quickly completed the sketch on the paper, turned his eyes back when he heard this and glanced at Shiratori Rensaburo's clothes.

Needless to say, although I don’t know what his artistic creative ability is, Shiratori Rensaburo has a very good foundation in appreciation.

Although the works he sent to participate in the competition may not be the painstaking work of Kuroba Kaito, but with Kid's appreciation ability, if he can take it out for the competition, let alone a blockbuster, it is easy to show off in the art world. of.

If Kuroba Kaito didn't insist on inheriting his father's legacy when he grew up, and decided to become a magician, then if he chose careers such as gem appraisal and art criticism, he should be able to easily sneak into the upper class circles. Do something great.

Regardless of Kidd's genius mind and gorgeous magic skills, he is still a ceiling-level talent in this world.

"...Well, the drawing is indeed good." Staring at the character sketch drawn little by little by the tip of Kitagawa Yusuke's pen, Sato Miwako quickly scanned her previous graffiti and said harshly, "But I did draw obvious character characteristics. Isn’t it?”

"Well, that's right..." Takagi Wataru compared the two paintings with a huge gap in front of him and agreed bravely.

At least the eyes, the hair and the hat are quite expressive, right?

After finishing the description, Yoshida Ayumi saw that the boy sitting across from him remained silent. He stood up nervously and walked around the table in front of him. When he saw the picture in Kitagawa Yusuke's hand, he let out a small exclamation.

"Wow, he looks exactly like the strange uncle I saw. So awesome!"

Kitagawa Yusuke, who was holding an eraser in his mouth, glanced at her without saying a word. Before Yoshida Ayumi began to feel uneasy, he wrote another draft in the blank space next to him.

"Huh? What is this?" Seeing his movements, Sato Miwako, who was preparing to take away the drawings and hand them to the colleagues in charge of the search, came closer. "Are you zooming in on the close-up of the face?"

After making a quick shadow, Tangze put down the notebook, took the eraser in his hand, and finally answered: "Yes, remove the mask, it will look like this. I am not specialized in doing this, and I don't know your standards, so I can only try my best. Close."

This is a lie.

Karasawa was indeed an artistic insulator in the past. Before he acquired basic painting skills from Kuroba Kaito, he had never done anything like this. However, as an intelligence agent, he actually collaborated very frequently with portrait simulation painters.

This is also the reason why Tangze's first thought after gaining this ability was to give this identity the opportunity to approach the case from a relevant perspective.

It's always difficult for people to quickly think of things they don't understand at all, and Tang Ze has really been doing this for many years.

"A very powerful handiwork, amazing." Shiratori Rensaburo praised sincerely, "Kitagawa-kun, I heard that you have a lot of financial difficulties in studying art. Would you like to consider coming to the police station to help handle similar commissions? The police station also needs some paid consultation.”

Although in ordinary small cases, with their scarce human resources, it is unlikely to invest such a high cost, but if they encounter a difficult and large case, Kitagawa Yusuke's ability can really greatly improve their case handling efficiency, presumably The class will not object to this expenditure.

"No need." Tang Ze, who already held too many positions, looked at him silently and rejected the proposal without hesitation, "However, if you really think my paintings are helpful, you can contact me directly if you need to find me. I."

"Hey, are you the type of painter who dislikes using painting skills to make money?" Shiratori Rensaburo, who had not heard such a noble speech for a long time, was greatly shocked.

"Well, it's mainly because I don't have the energy to deal with this." After telling the truth first, Tangze thought of the identity he made up, and then added, "I'm still learning from the teacher, and I shouldn't change my direction too early because of money. But , it doesn’t matter if I just draw and sketch occasionally to help.”

"But, you're not..." Takagi Wataru, who could easily fish out people as coolies with just one meal, hesitated to speak.

He just remembered the last time Kitagawa Yusuke sat in the office and ate children's snacks for several hours without saying a word. He asked Conan to treat him to a meal as a reward, and the other party immediately agreed.

For children who can’t even afford food, it’s too early to discuss artistic pursuits.

"You don't need to persuade him. Brother Kitagawa is the kind of person who, um, thinks he should only focus on one thing." Conan, who knew a little bit about his situation, twitched the corner of his mouth, so that several policemen did not need to persuade him.

To put it mildly, Kitagawa Yusuke is a stickler for death.

To put it bluntly, his brain is a bit crazy.

Conan is not a forgetful person. He still remembers the two bags of smuggled collectible gold coins that disappeared when the children were rescued by Joker for the first time.

Joker obviously has a flexible moral bottom line when it comes to activity funds. For gray income like this, which comes from unknown sources and does not harm private interests, the other party accepts it in full, which does not exceed his impression of Joker.

You know, Joker found him first and then bought a house next door to his house. It is no exaggeration to say that he is extremely rich.

However, Kitagawa Yusuke, a member of the joker group, managed to get himself to the point where he couldn't afford to eat or buy a subway ticket. This is evident from the strangeness of the opponent's brain circuit and the weirdness of his own logic.

"Besides, Kitagawa-nii is not short of money now. If you give him money, he will only use it to buy painting materials." Conan clearly knew that Suzuki Sonoko had raised a scholarship for him, and had confirmed this through Joker's mouth. He pressed his forehead.

A strange and egotistical guy, maybe he is a born artist.

"Okay..." Shiratori Rensaburo sighed regretfully, took the painting that Karasawa handed him, and touched it cherishingly, "I'm going to make copies for the people in the field. What are your plans next, Sato?"

This is very likely to be a manuscript that belongs to everyone in the future. It is a pity to think that it will be left to gather dust in the evidence pile at the police station.

Otherwise, I'd better make a few more copies and see if I can get the originals.

Looking sideways at Shiratori, who couldn't lift his head while holding the painting, Takagi Wataru suddenly felt that his chances of winning had become infinite.

Seeing how he was holding the painting reluctantly, it was really hard for him to remember that Sato was here.

Your sweetheart is standing in front of you, but you can't take your eyes off this simple sketch... Do you really like Sato, or is chasing beautiful women part of following the trend and being cool, and you have to taste it?

"I'm going to go to the alley to collect evidence. I just brought the portrait to check the cameras of nearby stores." Miwako Sato neatly packed up the relevant documents on the table and replied.

"Then, I'll go too!" Gao Mushe raised his hand and responded very positively.

"I'll drive you off." Not to be outdone, Rensaburo Shiratori finally looked up from his sketch.

"No, I have to go somewhere." Putting the papers into the folder, Sato Miwako shook her head, "It's just on the way, so there's no need to take a detour."

"Did something else happen?" Shiratori, who rarely saw workaholic Sato Miwako solving personal matters at work, was curious.

"Today is a special day for me." Miwako Sato shrugged.

"Oh, is it an anniversary?"

"Whose birthday is it?"

The two attentive men rushed to ask, but Sato Miwako just hugged the collected documents tightly and smiled lonely.

"No, quite the opposite."

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"Oh, I remembered."

Watching Sato put the white chrysanthemum in the can and put it next to the street lamp, Shiratori Rensaburo leaned against the car door and sighed.

"Today is the day her father, Police Inspector Sato Masayoshi, died in the line of duty."

"What?" Takagi Wataru opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Sato Miwazihui chose to be a police officer because of family inertia. Her father is also a policeman, and Takagi Wataru is aware of this.

But because this is very common in police families, and there are many examples of this in the Metropolitan Police Department, Takagi Wataru did not investigate her father's situation carefully.

"Yes. Eighteen years ago today, Police Officer Sato was hit by a truck at this intersection while chasing a robber." Crossing his arms, Shiratori Rensaburo did not hesitate to share the information, "Unfortunately, the weather was too bad at that time. It was so bad, it was pouring with rain, and by the time the ambulance arrived, it was already too late. I heard from the Mumu Police Department that he died on the way to the hospital, surrounded by his family."

Tang Ze, who rested his hands on the roof of the car, looked down at the small can placed next to the street lamp, blinked twice, and said nothing.

Becoming a policeman and then dying on the job was the best ending he had envisioned for himself a long time ago.

However, God was not in his favor and had to let him experience the feeling of a hero dying in his twilight years and lingering on his last breath.

After he leaves, will anyone miss him, a lonely and disabled person? Tang Ze was not so sure.

"Because it involved the death of a police officer in the line of duty, this case aroused public opinion at the time. I remember, they called this case..." Still trying to recall what he had heard from his fellow superiors, Shiratori Rensaburo continued to explain.

"The Chou Si Lang case." Conan, who was standing in front of the car, smoothly took over his hesitant explanation. "Because the police officer who was hit by the truck kept shouting this strange name to the escaped prisoner, this case was It was called the 'Chou Si Lang Incident'. The police at that time launched a large-scale investigation around this information."

"Didn't you find the prisoner?" Looking at Sato Miwako who was squatting on the ground with her hands clasped together, as if silently speaking to the deceased in her heart, Ayumi grabbed her sleeves a little sadly.

Knowing that some police officers would die on the job, and actually watching the orphans of police officers mourning in front of their eyes, brought a very different feeling. These noisy children calmed down for a while.

"No, there are too few clues. The police officer who was most likely to witness the murderer died in a car accident. The investigation team established afterwards has been unable to find results, and the criminal police officer in charge has also passed away. The investigation has been suspended for a long time, and besides, this incident The statute of limitations for prosecution expired three years ago." Conan shook his head.

"You know quite a lot, kid." Shiratori Rensaburo couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the elementary school student smoothly reporting the news that he didn't even understand.

"Well, Uncle Maori used to be a policeman there, he told me!" Conan, who had a stiff expression, quickly switched back to the tone of an innocent child.

It had been a long time since I heard him make such a sound. Tang Ze silently turned his head to look at him, and suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu from him.

This kind of performance is a bit deliberate because the identity is easily revealed...

No, I didn’t!

"Oh, this case, I saw it on TV." After finally recalling the content based on the name, Takagi Wataru suddenly realized, "It was a well-planned robbery, and the only clue that could be found was the bank surveillance video. Less than ten seconds of footage.”

"In less than ten seconds, almost nothing can be determined." Realizing that this little clue would be of no use, Shiratori Rensaburo frowned.

"Yeah, no one knows how the police officer who died in the line of duty identified the suspect. The whole thing is still in the fog." Takagi Wataru nodded solemnly, "I didn't expect that the police officer was Sato's father."

He would call the other person's name, and he could find the suspicious person so quickly. The police officer who died seemed to know the identity of the suspect, but he did not leave any relevant information before his death.

The insider died as if cursed, the case came to a standstill, and the large-scale investigation also failed to make any progress...

It is precisely because the case is full of questions that it has the opportunity to be noticed by the public and then remembered by them.

"This is destiny." Miwako Sato stood up and walked back to the car with a relieved smile. "The name of the incident and the name of the suspect will remain in everyone's memory as the report spreads, but if it is not someone related to the police , as well as the names of family members and police officers who died in the line of duty, no one will remember them..."

"Sato..." Shiratori and Takagi Wataru called her name softly.

What she said sounded negative and calm, which made the listener unbearable.

"It doesn't matter. The job of the police is not to make people remember us." She bent her eyes and smiled at a few people with worried expressions.

There was no gloom on her face, and she could discuss the details of the incident from a spectator's perspective. She seemed to have come out of the shadow of the incident.

Tangze, who was leaning on the roof of the car and watching quietly, carefully observed her appearance and came to a conclusion in his heart.

No, she didn't come out.

The father who collapsed in the heavy rain at night, the unclear last words, the case shrouded in mystery...

These things would come back and forth in her dreams again and again. Growing up, she would often sit at the table, chewing on those unknown characters, write them down, carve them on the table, and stare at them. , think hard...

It is also death. Faced with such bad news that completely changes a person's destiny, it is so difficult for the family members of the victims to accept their fate and let it take its course and forget about it.

Maybe some people can rely on time to gradually heal it and move towards their own life, but Miwako Sato is obviously not the type.

Neither does Karasawa.

"That truck driver, didn't you see the robber?"

"No, he was wearing a long raincoat, sunglasses, and a mask. He couldn't even tell whether he was a boy or a girl."

"Have you not discovered the name 'Chou Si Lang'?"

"No one with a similar name is suspected of being involved in the case, and we don't know whether it is a name."

"There are only a few clues..."

After asking around Miwako Sato, several children fell into deep thought.

They are quite enthusiastic, these kids.

Taking an interesting look at this group of children who like to call themselves detectives, Sato Miwako added: "Actually, there is another clue. My father left three strange katakana names in the police manual. カンオ."

"This is the first time I've heard of such details." Shiratori Rensaburo was surprised.

"This is the case with this type of case. The police officer handling the case will always know something that will not be written in the file. It seems that the police did not announce this news." Miwako Sato shrugged, not surprised.

Some are not enough to become evidence, and some may not be close to the core list of relevant personnel... Those who handle the case will inevitably know many details that cannot be put on paper. In some cases, the veteran detective has left, which means that it may be Seal forever.

This is why, after the death of the head of the investigation team, everyone assumed that this backlog of cases was destined to become an unsolved case.

When the person who knows the most about it dies, it means that the database most likely to help the case can no longer be used.

"I often thought about these things when I was a kid, but I couldn't figure anything out." Miwako Sato didn't expect the people in front of her to really give decisive opinions, and just chatted casually, "I swore at that time that if someone could solve this Mystery, I am willing to do anything to bring Chou Si Lang to justice, and I am willing to fulfill all his wishes!"