The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Huh, that's not the case either." Shiratori Rensaburo pushed away the messy hair of the man who was pushed to the ground, and sat down on the chair in the waiting room in frustration, "Why didn't I notice in the past that people in Tokyo dress up in such a sneaky way? There are so many young people…”

"You're not a suspect, why are you running?" Wataru Takagi, who was also panting, patted the guy who was being held down by the policeman angrily, "Just stand still and accept the inspection!"

The man lying on the ground spoke with difficulty, and his tone was also aggrieved: "I, I broke into the empty door two days ago and took a few things, God knows..."

God knows why the police were searching the area. He just instinctively ran away when he saw the police blocking the road.

"No, according to the little girl's testimony, the prisoner is suspicious, slovenly and neurotic. He dresses like him. He is probably not a serious person." Sato Miwako analyzed after taking two sips of water.

"What you said makes sense, but it is a fact that we have not caught the arsonist yet." Takagi Wataru pulled on his tie to help him regulate his breathing, and pointed out seriously, "It is also a fact that surveillance and witnesses have confirmed that they have seen him nearby."

After getting a haircut, Shiratori Rensaburo picked up his phone and looked hesitantly between Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako before deciding to complete the work first.

To say that he likes Miwako Sato, he definitely does.

It should be said that in a police station with a huge gender disparity, it is difficult not to like a beautiful and capable policewoman like Sato. Her popularity in the police station has always been high.

However, the reason why he likes Miwako Sato is different - at least that's what he thinks.

Although Sato Miwako really looked like his first love, there was always a subtle sense of uncertainty in his heart, which made him instinctively shut up whenever he wanted to create an opportunity to speak and confirm their identities to each other.

Therefore, it is true that we should resolve work matters first before falling in love.

I haven't decided whether I'm in love or not, but the salary and the appreciation from my boss are real.

"Let's all rest for a while. I'll go report to the Memu Police Department first."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you Shiratori." Miwako Sato, who knew his enthusiasm for work, had no doubts. "Pay attention to the news and be ready to follow up immediately if there is any trouble."

"Don't worry." He smiled brightly and handsomely at her. Shiratori Rensaburo walked aside and dialed the phone. "We arrested an escaped suspect at Shinagawa Station. Yes, but after comparing the portrait, I feel that it is not him. …”

"Do you want it?" Taking the water kindly handed over by the police officer, Miwako Sato handed a bottle to Takagi Wataru, "It's been really hot in the past few days."

"Yeah, it's as if Tokyo was really set on fire by that lunatic..." Taking the oolong tea she handed him, Takagi Wataru shook his collar, leaned on the back of his chair and raised his head.

This is the platform of Shinagawa Station. It is impossible for a normal criminal police officer to set up a card and penetrate the public transportation system to this extent. However, the guy they were chasing just now had strong legs and ran away like an explosive rabbit along the entrance, so they had no choice but to follow him here.

"Just explain it to them and let them off guard. The next car will be arriving in a while." Sato Miwako also raised her head, looked at the electronic stop sign that reminded vehicles to enter the station, and sighed softly.

Because it was the anniversary of her father's death, she felt a little impetuous when she thought about her father's case.

If she were not a police officer, she might take a day off at this moment, return home, sit next to her mother and chat, or go to an izakaya with her uncles and aunts to hear the embarrassing stories of her father's school days...

But if she were not a police officer, then she would really have no chance of the truth.

"Do you know Takagi?" Perhaps because of the fatigue caused by physical exertion, or perhaps because of the anxiety caused by the unusually hot weather, Sato Miwako, who was sitting next to Takagi Wataru, suddenly said, "Actually, an eyewitness said at the time that I My father would not have been hit by a car."

Takagi Wataru, who quickly realized what she was talking about, turned his head and paid careful attention to her expression. He was sure that she was just casually expressing her feelings to pass the time, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The car owner from the opposite lane saw the criminal reaching out and pushing the pursuing police officer, causing him to be hit by the truck. But it was raining too much and the visibility was poor. The witnesses could not determine the specific situation, so it was not accepted... I I always choose to call that person a 'murderer' instead of a 'robber.'" Miwako Sato moved her arm, which was a little painful from the struggle, and took a deep breath, "What's more, he actually shot and killed a banker during the robbery. guard."

Two lives were taken away one after another. Even if this person did not intentionally want to kill her father, but might just be desperate and push him while fleeing, she still believed that he was a murderer.

"...Forget it, the statute of limitations has passed for three years, there is no point in worrying about the minutiae." After sighing, Sato Miwako waved her hand freely.

"But you still want to hear the answer, right?" Takagi Wataru, who was hesitating whether to reach out and pat her shoulder to express comfort, asked.

Of course I do, even in my wildest dreams.

It is generally believed that the robber may not be too far from her father's age. 18 years ago, the murderer was also a man in his prime.

Eighteen years have passed, and the murderer who managed to escape the law must have grown old proudly in some corner of the world, enjoying his old age with the huge sum of money he robbed from the bank.

If only I could defeat him, if only I could wake him up from his dream of blood and cry bitterly for his sins...

Looking at those guys who voluntarily surrendered to the police due to the punishment of the Phantom Thief of Heart, she rarely felt slightly shaken about her identity.

Does the statute of limitations for prosecution, which exists in order to save manpower and reduce police costs, really have any meaning? If it were them, they would definitely be able to do it, right?

Emotions surged in her chest. She took a deep breath again, raised her head, and said nothing.

She didn't speak, and Gao Mushe naturally didn't dare to speak either. He also raised his head and looked at the sky in sync with her, but in fact he was staring at the stop sign in a daze.

The Shinagawa Station signboard hangs from the top of the ceiling. Chinese characters, kana, and romanized characters in black letters on a white background are printed on it at random, with sharp and clear edges.

After looking at it boredly for a moment, and just as he was about to look away, he scanned the romanized line again, Takagi Wataru slowly widened his eyes.

"Hey, Sato..." In his excitement, he didn't care about social distance or the question of shyness, and directly grabbed Sato Miwako's hand that was resting on the seat, "I, I seem to want to Understood something!"

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"It won't get better in a while, it's noisy." Hidero Saruwatari, who walked back to his seat, drank all the wine in his glass and said regretfully, "It's obviously a day worth remembering, but it's really disappointing."

"It's okay, the party is just a formality." Mitsuo Inamata patted the shoulders of the old guys on the left and right, with a hint of regret and mixed emotions on his smiling face, "The captain will be happy knowing that we are doing well."

"Yeah... You're right." The restless Luye Shuji came back to his senses and forced a smile, "I'll find a time in a few days. You can come to my restaurant. Business has been good recently, so I'm planning to hold a store celebration. Woolen cloth."

"Today is your fiftieth birthday." The sacred bird Diezi looked at him sympathetically and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

The four of them are living a good life now. Her daughter has married into a good family, Saruwatari's son has just given birth to his second child, and Inamata's company is doing well. These are all happy events, but not everyone can celebrate today.

My birthday, if I really missed it, I would miss it today.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have the will, it's the same everywhere." After laughing a few times, Luye Shuji, who could no longer sit still, took the lead and stood up, "You can go to my place for dinner the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, then it's settled."

"See you later, everyone."

After a long exchange of pleasantries, and finally getting rid of his old classmates, Kano Shuji put away his smile and turned to look in the direction of Shinagawa Station.

If you heard me right, when I met Sato Miwako in the morning, her colleagues were discussing the case that happened eighteen years ago today because of her actions in mourning her father.

The case that happened on his 32nd birthday changed his life.

Those police officers seemed to be dispatched for the arson cases in recent days, so at this moment, they were the ones active inside the cordon of Shinagawa Station.

They didn't know about their situation, but Shikano Shuji certainly knew, because he had a history of living abroad for three years, and the real statute of limitations for prosecution did not expire until tonight.

Ever since he met Sato Miwako, he had always been highly nervous. On the surface, he was laughing and participating in the chats and memories of his old classmates, but in fact, all his attention was focused on the radio and television in the store and the noise at the door.

Feeling guilty, he was afraid that he would see his wanted warrant on the TV news the next moment, or even the police who would rush in and arrest him...

So now, after much hesitation, he still didn't dare to go home directly. Instead, he went around the alley and arrived at another exit of Shinagawa Station.

Just wait and see what happens, and observe the movements of the police from a distance...

Just as he stood on the elevator at the exit, a familiar figure happened to board the opposite escalator and passed by Shikano Shuji who was going down.

"Yes, that's what I mean. Yes, the case that happened eighteen years ago today..."

Shikano Shuuji's expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the figure crowded in the crowd, slowly rising up.

Oops, isn't that the policeman who was with Miwako Sato this morning? !

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"Tsk."

Pulling on the mask on his face, the man retracted his head and leaned against the wall in the alley, smoking in annoyance.

A portrait, so many people were deployed to control it, it was too difficult for the police to deal with it.

He just wanted to light a grand fireworks to kick off the carnival, so why did everyone like it so much and get in his way?

But it doesn't matter, the place he chose must not have been guessed.

He can get to the location in advance, wait until the time is approaching, and let the lovely flames grow slowly without having to wander around the streets.

How come these common people don’t know how to appreciate the hot, bright and beautiful scene of flames?

He just eagerly wanted to share the scenery in his eyes. This can't be wrong, right?

A strange smile appeared under the messy hair. The man threw the cigarette butt on the ground without putting it out at all, and turned around and walked deeper into the alley.

He was already prepared. He could find a shortcut to the warehouse by walking through this alley and walking near the back kitchen of the restaurant at the front.

Everything is ready, he should think about how his gorgeous trailer should be...

With a beautiful criminal career planned for himself in his mind, the man turned a corner with a warm smile on his face.

——Caught a football as big as a casserole squarely in front of him.

The leather football is very strong and medium in size, almost the size of a human head.

The smiling man was unprepared and caught the ball completely with his straight face. He kept his smiling expression and fell straight down without making a sound.

"Bravo! A beautiful shot, precise and powerful, with a beautiful arc." Standing at the end of the alley, Tang Ze paid due respect to Ke Xue's football without hesitation, "It's more accurate than the national football team, little detective. .”

Oh, by the way, he is talking about the Japanese national football team.

"...Ha, how do I feel when I hear you praise me like that? What's wrong?" Conan, who had hit the target, was originally a little complacent, but when he heard the inexplicable excitement around him, which was like a football commentary-style praise, his momentum suddenly dropped.

It was weird to be praised by him as if he was being scolded.

"Don't worry about whether the ball is played well or not," the hard-working coolie Hoshikawa Hui sighed, "hurry up and drag the person away. If you drag him any longer, the police officers will come."

"Yeah. Come on."

"By the way, you guys aren't going to do any lynchings, are you?" Seeing Yusuke Kitagawa and Teru Hoshikawa lift their heads up and down quickly to pick up the arsonist who was rushing to the street, Conan was a little worried, "It's not a good idea to beat him to death."

The methods of the Phantom Thieves are far different from those of detectives and policemen. Occasionally, they will even use many rough methods because of their special dislike for the prisoners. Although he knows that generally speaking, they will not hurt people's lives, but look at them. I can't help but worry about the situation of sinking people into Tokyo Bay.

Without looking back, Tang Ze picked up the greasy arsonist in his hand and walked in the other direction. He raised his hand casually: "Don't worry. We are just fighting, and we don't expect him to attack, which will not affect the police's evidence collection." work."

"Huh? Doesn't that sound reassuring? Hey, wait a minute, you guys-"

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He vaguely heard a few children's calls. Luye Shuuji turned his head and looked over with uneasiness. He found nothing, and then slowly turned back.

Probably a wildcat.

There are countless animals living in the dark on these dirty and dusty roads in Tokyo. There is no need to make a fuss.

Feeling brave for himself, Shikano Shuji still walked cautiously.

Even if he is indeed a murderer who has committed a serious murder, compared to the extremely vicious type, he can only be regarded as a rookie who accidentally caused manslaughter.

And that was all more than ten years ago. Now, at fifty years old, he was still quite frightened as he walked straight into the poorly lit path.

However, the intermittent calls coming from ahead made him unable to stop following him.

"...Chou Silang, is it really a personal name? I'm not sure." He held the phone without looking back, as if the police officer who was focused on the call was still explaining his thoughts, "I think the police officers handling the case at the time might Because of Sato’s sudden death, he was too emotionally aggressive.”

Yes, it is indeed not a name.

That was the last ray of goodwill that this good old man, Masayoshi Sato, echoed in the world...

Luye Shuuji gritted his teeth, feeling that the conversation ahead had probably entered a critical rhythm, and he risked speeding up his pace.

If the policeman walking in front of him wasn't unprepared, he might not be able to keep up with him.

Now compared to then, he is no longer a baseball player who can run all the way while being chased by the police. The deterioration of his physical strength should not be underestimated.

Thinking this, Kano Shuji bent down and took a heavy stone into his hand just like he did every time when he grabbed a heavy baseball.

He doesn't have much chance anymore.

"I think it is possible that Police Sato targeted the prisoner not because of any special channels, but because he really recognized the suspect in the picture. Did the investigation team at that time conduct an investigation based on his personal network? No? Hmm... …”

As if waiting for an answer, and seeming to continue to deepen his thinking about the case, the young police officer in front stopped.

Kano Shuji alertly hid his figure behind the low wall on the roadside, and continued to listen while continuing to move slowly forward.

As he got closer, the sounds he heard gradually became clearer.

"I may have an idea about some of the information left by Police Sato." Something seemed to be said on the other side of the phone, and the young policeman's voice became excited, "I understand the truth about eighteen years ago!"

Kano Shuji's eyes widened, and he stuck his head out to confirm the situation. Unable to hold back any longer, he stood up from behind the bunker.

The short-haired policeman stood in front of a dilapidated warehouse, with his back facing his direction, and replied confidently: "If my inference is correct, Sato, don't be surprised. He may be the person we met today. One of the people.”

No, we can't let this person continue talking. If he continues talking, it will be too late!

He is not greedy either. He has never been a aggressive character, nor does he dare to really hurt people's lives.

As long as the other party loses consciousness, at least within today, the truth discovered cannot be told to Sato Miwako, that is enough...!

Kano Shuji leaned behind the opponent softly and raised the stone in his hand high!

——Ahead, Takagi Wataru, who had never noticed it, suddenly turned around.

Before Shikano Shuuji could feel frightened, a heavy object smashed through the window of the warehouse in front, hitting his hands. It made his arms numb and knocked the rocks out of his hands.

"Tell me, is my guess right, Mr. Kano?" Takagi Wataru looked at the face so close to him, and saw clearly the old wrinkles on the other person's face and the cold sweat flowing in them. Clearly.

"Don't move, raise your hands!"

As Sato Miwako shouted as she rushed out, the quiet old warehouse door was suddenly pushed open.

As if the crew had suddenly become noisy after filming, a crowd of policemen poured out.

"Where's the video? Have you recorded it?"

"The recording is also very clear here."

"Well, go pick up the rocks and pay attention to collecting fingerprints!"

"The elementary school students have dug out the stolen money, but you can't even compare to the children, everyone."

Sato Miwako, whose heart was beating very fast, ignored the shouts of her colleagues. She just pressed the gun in her hand against the fifty-year-old old man in front of her. She slowly gritted her teeth as she looked at his wrinkled face.

"You are under arrest, Chou Silang."

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Conan on the other end of the call silently stared at the police officers surrounding the scene on the computer screen. He turned to look at Yusuke Kitagawa, who hung up the phone and gave Hoshikawa Teru a light slap in the air to express his celebration. He then turned his gaze and looked at Looking at another scene, the arsonist was screaming and rolling in the flames, and suddenly felt an unspeakable absurdity.

The Phantom Thieves sit in the command car and give orders, defeat and arrest the criminals one by one, fish for law enforcement, and torture to extract confessions. It can be said that they use any means.

But a group of police detectives obeyed orders and implemented their plan without saying a word...

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