The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Kitagawa Yusuke has hung up the phone. Hoshikawa Teru, who is sitting next to him and barely speaks, obviously knows his identity. Several children are not around, and Conan can't bear the desire to complain.

"It was actually Officer Takagi who guessed it first. It's really surprising." He couldn't help but be surprised when he thought of Takagi's usual way of connecting his muscles to his brain when handling cases, without thinking. "Could it be that this is the power of love?"

"A wise man will make a mistake after a thousand worries, and a fool will gain something after a thousand worries. Compared with whether he is smart or not, I think he at least spent his energy on the edge of the sword." Tang Ze gave an evaluation that he felt was pertinent.

If you don't have a high IQ, it's enough. It's better to say that you don't have a bright brain but you can grow your brains for the other party. This itself can be a plus point.

You and Hattori Heiji have high IQs, and I haven’t seen you two leave singles?

Not understanding his cryptic reply, Conan turned to the next point: "It's also surprising that those guys can really find Shikano Shujizo's money."

Regardless of their abilities, the members of the Young Detective Team are indeed quite destructive.

I don’t know what Shikano Shuji’s restaurant looks like now.

"There are many things about those three children that are not likeable, but their persistence in adventure and treasure hunting should not be underestimated." Tang Ze picked a point politely and praised them.

It can only be said that if once the detective starts to search, he will basically be in the state of a search dog, and occasionally look more like an Alaskan husky or something, then the three people in the Young Detective Team are basically bulldozers.

Leaving aside the damage caused to the scene, the cleave damage was staggering.

If you really let them go out to hunt for treasure, finding a murderer is a starting price, and there is no upper limit.

Just count their achievements when they go out for fun and adventures. There is a reason why Karasawa would like Conan to report even going shopping with children.

Conan observed the excited police officers on the screen for a while and nodded reluctantly.

Well, although the main key clue was thought up by Takagi Wataru first, the subsequent suggestions given by the Phantom Thieves did work.

Even if Kano Shuji refused to speak out about the case that Sato Masayoshi police investigated 18 years ago, at least he intended to hurt someone and was charged with assaulting a police officer. He would not be able to escape.

As he thought about it, his eyes moved to another screen, and his expression slowly became unbearable as he looked at the man whose screams became increasingly shrill.

In contrast, the handling here is quite excessive.

"...Can Noah's Ark already simulate this level of sensory stimulation? I don't think the fire I experienced in the Cocoon was like this."

It was so miserable, the arsonist in the picture was screaming so terribly.

It may be that the fire damage granted by Noah's Ark was a mental attack, rather than a real physical burn. The arsonist, who screamed so hard that his voice was completely broken, and almost coughed up blood from his throat, had not had a chance to lose consciousness.

"Noah will make progress. The Phantom Thieves take him away, and of course they must help him grow." Karasawa told a lie without blinking an eye.

"So, has Noah learned to simulate human neurofeedback?" Conan couldn't help but be shocked.

If it is really human nerves or brain cells that are connected in the game, when negative feelings such as pain exceed a limit, in his understanding, the body should protectively cut off the connection with the spirit, making it difficult to maintain a stable connection.

But now looking at the fate of this arsonist, Conan felt bad.

Could it be that the Phantom Thieves fell in love with Noah's Ark and wanted to combine it with cognitive mythology to make Noah's Ark truly linked to the "soul" of people? Then they may be able to create an even more terrifying monster than Noah's Ark in the hands of the organization.

"The holographic game of Noah's Ark was originally the product of research equipment based on cognitive histology." Tang Ze expressed this euphemistically, but did not directly expose the essence of Noah's game.

What is burning on the arsonist's body now is the mental damage flame that Noah learned from Hinata Sachi's palace. The visual effect is relatively simple, but the mental torture is real.

This is actually not the first time they have used Noah's Temple in this way.

Out of respect for the inventor of flame, this kind of flame was mainly used by Karasawa on various arsonists, such as the shadow of Moritani Teiji, who was also lucky enough to experience it for dozens of minutes.

Noah's ability to master flames has also improved, and he has gradually been able to control the speed of burning, the effect of burning, and the time of action.

They now like to pay attention to a slow fire, marinate and store the food so that these guys who like to play with fire can fully experience the beauty of flames.

"Where did Noah collect the feeling of burning fire?" Conan, whose brain circuit was still stuck on science fiction stories, felt incredible. "What the arsonist is feeling now is that he repeatedly experiences the pain of being burned by fire?"

"It hurts a little more than that." Xingchuan Hui, who was really burned, was still frightened and rarely answered, "It's almost like watching yourself being burned into a skeleton by the flames, but you won't lose consciousness."

What does it feel like to feel yourself being roasted alive? Conan imagined it for a moment and shuddered slightly.

"You didn't even ask his name. Can burning him like this change his mind?" Conan, who felt that he should persuade them not to be so extreme, but didn't know how to speak, gave some advice.

"It doesn't matter what his name is. We have no intention of changing his mind. A lunatic with antisocial personality should go to a mental hospital." Tangze said bluntly, "Didn't he say he likes flames very much and calls himself a child of flames? ? You should be very happy to be back in your mother’s arms.”

When he was speaking, the flames may have burned some key parts. The already high-pitched scream of the man in the picture rose to another octave. The sharp cry echoed in the space of the SUV, making Conan's head buzz. Buzzing.

He couldn't help but look away, thought for a moment, raised his hands and covered his ears.

Forget it, this group of people didn't seem to be willing to adopt his opinions at all, and they had their own way of doing things to their core.

Anyway, in the game, no matter how much you burn it, it won’t really hurt anyone. Just bake it slowly and slowly.

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While they were simmering over there, Miwako Sato, who was at the scene of the arrest, put the handcuffs heavily on Shuji Kano's wrists and held his skinny arms tightly. She couldn't bear it anymore and had tears in her eyes.

"After I found out that you had been abroad for three years, I knew that you were not here to mourn my father today." She squeezed out a sentence word by word through her teeth, "You are here to see if we have any Found yours.”

She couldn't believe the answer Takagi gave him in a sudden flash of inspiration. However, the more she thought about the names he gave, the more reasonable she felt.

The robber only appeared briefly in the surveillance video for more than ten seconds. How her father determined the identity of the robber was a mystery in the past.

But if the opponent is a baseball teammate that his father was familiar with in middle school, then his running posture and arm habits when using weapons will definitely be recognized by his father.

This also explains the reason why he was unwilling to leave a few words about the prisoner's identity to others until his deathbed. He must not have the heart to report his old friend for arrest and wanted to give him a chance to reform.

Causing death during robbery is a serious crime, but if all the cash stolen is returned, the person pleads guilty and takes the initiative to surrender, the probability of a reduced sentence is very high.

The big mistake had been made and there was no turning back, but he still wanted to hear what his friends had to say.

As a result, what he was waiting for was not confession and repentance, but greater harm, and he even lost his life...

"My dad was not calling your name. What he kept saying was that he wanted you to 'surrender yourself'. Even though he got into the ambulance, he clearly had the opportunity to report you directly, but he still chose to trust you and never said it out. "Pressing Shikano Shuji to his knees, Sato Miwako almost yelled out the next words, "Are you worthy of him?"

Shikano Shuji, who lowered his head and said nothing, as if he had accepted his defeat, reluctantly turned his head and glanced at her when he heard her voice.

The evening sun passed through the telephone poles in the streets and alleys, clearly reflecting her silhouette on his retina, and the bright background blurred her expression.

It was like a startling glimpse in the car lights on that rainy night.

Shikano Shuuji, who never gave any answer and was prepared to fight silently, relaxed his strength on his shoulders and replied in a dumb voice: "I have no intention of killing him."

"Who are you talking about, my father?" After shouting out, Sato Miwako, whose emotions were finally vented, became calmer.

"I mean, that guard. I have never used a gun in the past. I just wanted to drive him away and get him out of the way, but I didn't expect that I hit him right..." The corners of Luye Xiuji's wrinkled eyes drooped, with a look of old age. It made him look a few years older, "Life is so fragile."

"What about my dad? Were you the one who pushed him at that intersection?" Sato Miwako pursed her lips and asked the question she was most concerned about.

"No, on the contrary, he pushed me." Completely immersed in the memories, Luye Shuji was a little lost. "He came to me, saw through everything, and wanted to take me to the police station to surrender. When I was crossing the road , I looked at the cars coming and going, and suddenly I felt that my past life was such a failure and shameful... I didn’t want to live anymore.”

After receiving an unexpected answer, Miwako Sato stood up straight and pursed her lips.

She already guessed the next answer. Just as she remembered, her father had always been such a warm and kind-hearted man.

"At this time, he rushed over and pushed me, and died in front of the car for me. It was he who gave me a new life and gave me the courage to live and start again." Lu Ye Shuji felt that his words came from the bottom of his heart. , "I really came to mourn him, and I didn't mean to pry on you."

Eighteen years ago today happened to be his birthday.

On his birthday, his gloomy life took a slight turn. It was almost like the inspiration of fate, or some kind of destiny.

"I didn't touch the money, I kept it well hidden under the Buddhist altar. I'm really sorry for your father, and I plan to return the money as soon as the statute of limitations for prosecution has passed..."

"We have guessed this a long time ago." Miwako Sato interrupted his self-movation and said coldly, "The police have traced the numbers of those money for a long time, but there is no sign of flowing into the market."

"I just want to say that I have really listened to his words over the years and want to change my ways..." Shikano Shuji's voice was urgent, eager to clarify.

"Then why don't you surrender?" Sato Miwako, who stood up straight again, asked in a sharp and sharp voice, "Since you have reached this step, why don't you surrender?"

What's the use of saying so many self-motivating words? Doesn't he think that not using the stolen money means that he has changed his mind?

Then why not surrender?

Eighteen years have passed since her father's death. Almost every year, Sato Miwako meets many of her father's old friends on this day.

He had long known that Sato Miwako made the same choice as her father and became a policeman. He also knew how much harm his cowardice and avoidance had caused to the families of the victims who had heard the bad news and did not know the truth.

Yet he remained silent.

In order to protect himself and live a prosperous life, he remained silent and watched the painful family members lingering in pain.

As long as she thinks of his pretended friendly face when she saw him in the past, Miwako Sato cannot forgive him.

"...I'm sorry." Shikano Shuji's whole back collapsed after his thoughts were completely shattered. "I'm really sorry."

"Sato..." Wataru Takagi approached Sato Miwako, hesitating whether he should give some comfort. Noticing her expression at the moment, he couldn't help but feel happy for her.

Although it would be a bit embarrassing for a mature adult to accept the suggestion of a high school student to engage in fishing law enforcement, it seemed quite worthwhile to allow Sato to ask all the questions he wanted and release his emotions.

"What an idiot." Watching Shikano Shuji being picked up and taken away by the approaching police, Sato Miwako suddenly sighed.

"Ah, ah?" Takagi Wataru, who was scolded abruptly, was confused, "What did I do wrong?"

"I'm talking about my dad!" Sato Miwako said angrily as she glanced at him, "Does he think he is an invincible psychotherapist? He blindly trusts his old friends and has a really bad way of looking at people."

As she spoke Mi Tai's words, the smile on her lips slowly rose.

Masayoshi Sato is a good man who sticks to his guns and never wavers in his beliefs. He is a successful policeman and a loyal friend.

Her father has always been such a fool, teaching by words and deeds, being strict with himself and being lenient towards others...

He is her favorite police officer and the one she most wants to be.

"I think Police Sato has done a pretty good job. Well, at least he saved so much cash for the damaged banks and victims without causing further monetary losses, right?" He took her complaints seriously. Takagi Wataru once again entered the stage of using his brain to think of ways to say nice things.

"...You are also an idiot." Sato Miwako said angrily.

"Ah?" Gao Mushe still didn't react much.

Shaking her head in amusement, Sato Miwako looked at the back of Kano Shuji who was being escorted away from a distance, and said, "Takagi, do you think this scene is actually quite familiar?"

"Really? What looks familiar?"

"The prisoner is kneeling on the ground, crying and reflecting on his sins. Doesn't it look familiar?"

"Well..." Takagi Wataru touched his chin, feeling embarrassed to speak.

If we are talking about recent times, well, those people who rushed to the police station crying and shouting after being changed, were indeed in this desperate situation...

"I suddenly felt that being a police officer would be pretty good." Miwako Sato flexed her hands and feet and clenched her fist with enthusiasm, "We can also do what the Phantom Thieves of Hearts do, right?"

What she had to admit was that this morning, as she stood at the intersection where her father died in the line of duty, and thinking about the constant stream of prisoners who had come to surrender in recent days, she was briefly shaken.

Can she really fulfill the promise she made when she was sworn in? Why is she so powerless as a police officer in the face of crime?

Do you want to go to that website and write down your name to ask for help?

But now, she has settled down again, and her restlessness has disappeared in the sunset.

Throwing responsibility casually is also a kind of cowardice. She should have more trust in herself and the world.

Are they really those guys you are talking about...

Thinking of those people, instead of upholding justice and nipping evil in the bud, they would think more of mountains of reports and files that seemed to be endless, Takagi couldn't help but shudder.

"That's right." After trying his best to agree, Takagi Wataru thought in his mind that instead of such fancy arrangements, it would be better to have a more routine situation.

"Oh, by the way, what kind of thank you do you want?" Miwako Sato, who was completely relaxed, followed the police officers and finally thought of her joke-like promise, "You are very smart today, Takagi."

"Ah? No need. It's just a small favor. What's the point of thanking you..." Takagi Wataru blushed and shook his head again.

Even if it's not for your sweetheart, as an outstanding detective with great ambitions, it is your duty to solve cases...

...But okay, he admitted that when Miwako Sato said she could agree to anything, some wild fantasies did pass through his mind.

"One code, one code, I promised, anything is fine. Just tell me."

"Then, um, if possible, how about the two of us go out together next time?" Takagi Wataru is still very embarrassed. The scene of the wedding dress church has not completely faded from his mind. He doesn't dare to speak directly now. Looking at Sato Miwako's face, "I think you liked the last magic show. Do you want to go watch the show together?"

"Oh, it's a date." Sato Miwako tilted her head, generously stretched out her hand and took Takagi Wataru's arm, "Is this enough? That's easy."

"Yeah! That's enough!"

"It's quite simple, isn't it? Your requirements are not as difficult as those of elementary school students, little friend Takagi."

"Kid, I can't ask you out..."

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"Well, it seems that not only the Phantom Thief of Hearts can do it, but the police can do it, and high school students can also..."

Back at the police station, looking at the arsonist who was crying and crying at the door of the police station with tears in his eyes, Wataru Takagi thought of Miwako Sato's previous impressive speech and couldn't help but mutter to himself. .

"shut up!"