The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"These two here are indeed not the people Ayumi bumped into..."

Seeing the face exposed under the hat, Sato Miwako felt a little embarrassed.

In any case, elderly people over fifty and junior high school students are unlikely to be the targets they are looking for...

According to Ayumi, the prisoner she met should be a man between 25 and 35 years old, and his voice did not match the two onlookers they mistakenly arrested.

"As for this side..." Miwako Sato looked at Toru Amuro, who was standing on the other side, and smiled sheepishly, "I remember that you are Karasawa's guardian, Mr. Amuro."

Toru Amuro, who lowered his head in silence and didn't know what he was thinking, finally turned his head and looked at her seriously until she called again.

"Sorry, sorry, this must be a coincidence." Miwako Sato, who rarely saw this handsome dark-skinned boy with a straight face, instinctively began to apologize.

It's really strange. Mr. Toru Amuro is usually gentle and gentle, and he seems to be a popular and popular man at first glance. But when he tenses up like this and doesn't say a word, he feels surprisingly oppressive. Miwako Sato would suddenly think of those bosses in the Metropolitan Police who were not easy to talk to.

Maybe this is the so-called person who talks more often, the more difficult it is to deal with when he gets angry...

"...I can understand your work." Lowering the brim of his hat, Toru Amuro answered a little stiffly, "However, today I am secretly completing the client's tracking mission. It's hard to explain to the client now."

This was the reason for his action that he had prepared in advance. Although his detective agency was mainly a cover to facilitate the activities of Karasawa's other identity, and its main function was to collect money in addition to being a cover, but because the detective identity was really easy to use, occasionally they would Process some commissions normally.

Now he has the same idea and the same suspicious behavior. When the target becomes a detective, everyone will understand.

However, these rational logics kept lingering in his mind. He tried his best, but still couldn't control his expression well. He could only cover his face again to avoid being spotted by the police in front of him.

The expression on Rei Fukiya's face hidden in his hood was blank.

His attention couldn't help but shift to the man standing silently behind him.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was noticed by him, was doing exactly the same thing as him, trying to cover his face with his hood.

He was originally prepared to wait for Jiang Gu Ling's scrutiny from unknown sources.

Although they have been away for three years, Jiang Gu Ling may have experienced some setbacks and growth, but Zhu Fu Jingguang believes that he only needs to give him a few hours to have face-to-face contact with Jiang Gu Ling, no matter Jiang Gu Ling No matter how troublesome it became, he was confident that he would finally convince the other party.

In order to prevent this hypochondriacal boy from using force without saying a word, he asked the Phantom Thieves to help him prepare a handy weapon. He believed that even if Zero was unwilling to approach him at close range, as long as he showed off a little bit of himself With his ability, Zero should be able to realize the specialness of his identity in time.

Therefore, the direct result of this self-confidence is that his bass bag not far away is stuffed with neat sniper rifles and accessories. He cannot withstand police interrogation at all, so he can only try to hide his face here.

"I believe you are not a suspect. This is such a coincidence." Wataru Takagi, who was accompanying Sato Miwako while doing work, also felt the numbing low pressure from him and hurriedly apologized, " You just looked like you were leaving in a hurry..."

"I must be in a hurry. I want to find the entrusted target who is about to be lost." Toru Amuro crossed his arms and answered calmly, "Do you need me to provide an additional alibi?"

It's useless when catching criminals, but it's all used when it comes to causing trouble for people.

Rei Fukiya, who had been dissatisfied with the Metropolitan Police Department's professional capabilities due to various problems for a long time, narrowed his eyes.

It seems that the proposal to conduct a new annual evaluation for police officers who join the police force can be put on the agenda.

Takagi Wataru, whose stamina went cold, instinctively shrank his neck.

It seems that the detective who changed his career before had a good temper on the surface, just because he had other children like Karasawa, but his actual personality may not be that easy to get along with...

Thinking of this, Takagi Wataru couldn't help but look behind him, and with a quick move, Toru Amuro was directly held down by another hooded man.

Seeing several policemen starting to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang, Tangze, who was holding a lollipop given by a primary school student, put away the mobile phone that had been recording, called on his remaining meager conscience, and stepped forward to change the topic slightly: "Wearing The raincoat who committed the crime returned to the scene where the police were investigating. This criminal is very brave. "

"Indeed." Originally, Sato Miwako was still staring at Morofushi Kagemitsu in confusion, wondering why the citizens who acted bravely seemed more embarrassed than the police who caused the misunderstanding. After hearing Kitagawa's question, her attention suddenly returned to the case, "Although because of this This serial case is escalating, and some experts have indeed given similar speculations, but the criminals are so arrogant that it’s unbelievable.”

"Could it be that he came to confirm whether Ayumi had seen his face?" Moto Kojima, who had been scolded for a while because he bumped into the old man, heard this and was not in the mood to care about the scolding.

The sinister gaze from the dark sounded much scarier than a confrontation with real swords and guns. Ayumi shivered and quietly took two steps closer to Karasawa.

"Probably not. He dared to return to the scene because he must have been confident that he would not be recognized." Conan denied this inference, "Maybe he was really negligent at the scene and noticed that the police were coming and wanted to come and take a look. Can it be remedied?"

"It makes sense!" Sato Miwako cheered up, "There may be other discoveries at the scene!"

After finally apologizing to people and dealing with the citizens' dissatisfaction, a group of police officers became more energetic and returned to the scene to conduct inspections.

The farce ended. Due to the running and interception of the police and enthusiastic citizens, the surrounding residents who were watching the excitement ran aside in twos and threes, and the crowd surrounding the scene finally dispersed a little.

With no one else around him, Jiangu Ling finally turned around and looked directly at Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was carrying a bass bag.

What is going on? Is Jing's death three years ago an illusion?

But he was actually responsible for examining Scotland's body, and he also heard Hideuchi Akai's confident expression...

So who is this guy standing in front of him now, with everything exactly the same as in the past?

There were too many words he wanted to ask, and each question kept rising like bubbles, gathering densely in his throat, leaving him unable to speak for a while.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Gu Ling turned his head a little embarrassed, pulled up the collar of his raincoat, and said to the other end of the communication: "The situation has changed, close the team."

"Mr. Furutani!" Yuya Kazami's surprised voice came from the earphone plugged into the ear, "Does it mean that we don't need support for the time being? But..."

Due to Feng Gu Ling's request, Team Zero did not conduct a detailed investigation of their meeting place. The direction from which to approach the signal source was also decided by Fang Gu Ling's own observation.

Team Zero this time only played a role of remote support, and planned to decide how to adapt based on the conversation between Zero Fangtani and the other party.

The liveliness of the scene was beyond their expectation. The noisy noise made them hear Jiang Guling's voice until now. But when they heard it, it was this command that announced the end of the operation.

"Close the team." After repeating the order forcefully, Feng Guling pulled off the headset hidden in his clothes and looked at the person standing a few steps away again.

As if he had anticipated the presence of these devices on his body, except for the uncontrollable call when he fell to the ground, this guy never said a word again.

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched his reaction quietly and met those burning eyes.

Zhu Fu Jingguang tried his best to pull the corner of his mouth, but he guessed that his smile must not be very pretty, otherwise Ling standing opposite would not have this expression.

"Long time no see. Long wait, zero."

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"There are too many footprints, it's a mess, and it's raining, so there are almost no usable footprints to collect."

"This alley is not monitored. We have also asked nearby businesses and residents, but there is no valid information."

"Well, the light is too bad on a rainy day. Even with surveillance cameras, we can't see clearly."

"Where are the victim's clothes?"

"No useful evidence was extracted. The murderer wore gloves."

The police team who returned to the scene to investigate came out with bad news one after another, which made the primary school students who stayed there waiting for news from the police anxious.

Conan was still holding on to the snake-shaped pattern that Ayumi had drawn, thinking hard about it.

This is perhaps the most direct clue to the identity of the murderer in the entire case. Rather than using contemporary criminal investigation methods flexibly, in his opinion, the most urgent priority is to understand the meaning of this symbol.

"I've seen it somewhere, and it always looks familiar..." Conan squinted his eyes and kept searching for similar patterns in his mind.

Where have you seen it? shopping mall? billboard? What shop window on the roadside?

Just as he was thinking, a slender hand reached out from the side, picked up the pencil, and added a slash to the figure in his hand.

"Eh? What are you doing..." Conan, whose thoughts were disturbed, suddenly raised his head.

Kitagawa Yusuke took out the lollipop that was reduced to the size of a soybean, and clicked on the car driven by Sato Miwako not far away: "Isn't this the same pattern? It's just a mirror image."

Conan looked in the direction he pointed and saw a three-dimensional silver car logo affixed to the front of Sato Miwako's vehicle.

"Ah! That's it!" Conan stood up suddenly, "This is the logo of the Mazda Efini series!"

Therefore, before there were such lines on Ayumi's palm, and the falling sound was heard from the prisoner, it may be that the prisoner accidentally dropped the key when she collided with her, and was slapped by Ayumi who was lying on the ground. Press and hold to make a deep mark...

"Is it a car logo?" Ayumi Yoshida, who came closer after hearing his yelling, sighed in disappointment, "Then we still can't lock the prisoner..."

"No, it's very confirmed." Conan smiled confidently, "This is a sub-brand of Mazda. It is positioned in the mid-to-high-end market. It was officially discontinued in 1996. There are not many vehicles still on the market. Check the nearby road sections before and after the incident, and you should be able to find a few suspects quickly!”

"...You know a lot about antique cars." Haibara Ai, who knew very well who Kitagawa Yusuke had under his skin, sat on the other side of him. Hearing this, he bent down and cast a strange look at Conan across Karasawa. .

Considering that Gin's car had remained unchanged for thousands of years, she didn't even bother to guess, she just knew how this guy suddenly became an expert.

"Well..." Knowing that he couldn't hide it from the quick-thinking Haihara Ai, Conan laughed twice.

Of course he would do his best to find out any information related to the organization, not to mention such identifiable information... It was as identifiable as the mark left by the murderer in this case.

The whole of Japan doesn't know if there are five Porsche 356As. It's impossible for him not to spend energy on this aspect...

"Yes, Conan-kun is right." Sato Miwako, who walked quickly, agreed, "There are very few people driving this brand of car. Just confirm this... Takagi! Contact the traffic police team and call the nearby police as soon as possible. Monitoring at intersections!”

"yes!"

"Don't forget to check Ayumi's clothes!" The detective who was thrown away jumped twice in place, "She pressed the car key, there may be some marks on her clothes! I just saw a few black spots on her cuffs! "

Really, of course the witnesses were also part of the scene. These detectives were so lax.

Seeing Miwako Sato running away without even a word of praise, Conan let out a sigh of relief.

Forget it, let’s go over and have a look, it doesn’t look very reliable...

He raised his feet and was about to walk towards the scene when he saw Kitagawa Yusuke standing up and bending down, fiddling with something on the canvas.

After a pause, Conan instinctively looked at the painting on his easel.

The painting, which only took a short time to complete, would not be carefully refined to a delicate state. Rough color blocks and scrawled lines filled the entire picture.

But the guy who drew it seemed to be really good. He only needed to observe carefully for a moment to be able to tell what the other person was drawing at a glance.

The cloudy sky, the dense rain that blurs the entire scene, and...

The guy holding a sharp knife is running towards the vehicle. The yellow raincoat is like the only color in this square inch of heaven and earth. It is obviously a bright color, but against the dark background, it looks like a twisted smiling face, which makes people It's hard to avoid being frightened at first glance.

"This is...?!" Looking at the dried paint on the canvas, Conan's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

He remembered that this was obviously a painting that Kitagawa Yusuke had basically completed before they arrived at the scene. Why did he accurately recreate this scene without hearing any introduction to the case?

It's like, it's like...

Kitagawa Yusuke retracted the tip of his pen, and with a small brush, he added a snake-like stroke on the front of the vehicle in front of the prisoner, which was the Efini's logo.

"Sketch." Facing the shocked Conan, Kitagawa Yusuke just replied calmly.

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Two figures, one in a raincoat and one in a sweatshirt, walked silently in a hidden alley, one behind the other.

Many residential areas in Mika Town have been under construction for many years. The constant changes in planning and the changing of roads have left too many gaps in the houses in these old towns. The two of them were walking in the alleys that were rarely visited, and no one was there. say.

They didn't have any prior communication, but they were very determined in the direction they took.

Stopping in front of the entrance of a dusty underground garage, Fangtani Rei turned around, took off his raincoat, and took off the peaked cap on his head.

His soft blond hair was messed up by the raindrops and his hat, and was messily coiled on his head, which made his angry expression that was supposed to be full of momentum look a little funny.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had stopped a few steps away, arrived here and finally took off the hood of his sweatshirt, completely exposed to the blue and cloudy light.

He looked at Jianggu Ling's face and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Even after waking up and going through Tangze's vivid explanation with pictures and texts, he had already accepted the fact that he had been dead for three years. Looking at the face of Feng Gu Ling in front of him that was the same as three years ago, Zhu Fu Jingguang still felt a strange feeling. An unspeakable untruth.

The one who was left behind was obviously Jiangu Ling, why didn't it seem like there was no change in this guy...

Oh no, I can’t say there are no changes at all.

"I haven't congratulated you yet, but you have been promoted to police officer." Zhu Fu Jingguang said, he couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the dusty underground garage next to him, "You seem to have done a good job in the past three years. ”

Ruthless time is a more corrosive reagent than any chemical product. The entrance, which no one has used for at least three years, is as old as if it has been forgotten for thirty years, with mottled stains covering the entire wall.

Of course he understood why Zero Choice and he were here.

This was a secret safe house set up by two people with different responsible parties three years ago when he was still in Scotland.

In other words, this was a secret place that even his and Zero's respective organizations didn't know about, and with his death, its meaning was forever lost.

After finishing his opening remarks, Zhufu Jingguang, who was ready to reminisce, waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear Jiangu Ling's answer. He couldn't help but turn around, wanting to see the other party's condition.

Could it be that he was so emotional that he was speechless and choked?

No way, after three years of not seeing each other, Zero has become so sentimental?

When he turned back, what he saw face to face was Fang Gu Ling's fist that had been waved in front of his face.

It was obvious that Rei Fukiya had realized who sent the teasing email, and now he just wanted to punch this guy in the face who looked intact and was smiling as if nothing had happened to congratulate him on his promotion!

"You are such a troublesome fellow!"