The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Enomoto Hiroshi, Fukuchi Naokazu and Degawa Toshiaki..." Sato Miwako briefly read through the three people's explanations about driving in the neighborhood and frowned.

As for why they were filmed driving past the crime scene by road surveillance, none of their explanations can be called impeccable, nor can they be called absolutely suspicious.

This is very normal. It should be said that this is in line with the living conditions and habits of ordinary people. Therefore, the difficulty of identifying the most suspicious person among the three people has increased again.

"What should we do? Next, according to Ayumi, let the three of them shout each other and try it?" Takagi Wataru tilted his head and asked in a low voice.

"It's too deliberate to make a request like this, and it can easily make people suspicious. As long as you pay attention to changing the state of your vocal cords, it's not difficult to make a different cry than usual." Miwako Sato shook her head slightly.

"Should we arrange for them to go in so that Bumi can tell them apart?" Takagi Wataru carefully paid attention to the height and body shape of the three people. He suggested this, but he already denied it in his heart.

Although there are great differences in face shape and other aspects, the three suspects are indeed very similar in height and body shape. It is difficult to distinguish who is who in the raincoat that covers their heads and faces. It is also difficult to put such a big pressure on an elementary school girl. Not very suitable.

"Let's treat a dead horse as a live doctor." Miwako Sato had the same idea, but in her opinion, the top priority now was not to get the child to give an answer immediately, but to find some reason to detain the three of them.

Groundless detention is more difficult, and the need for eyewitness identification is a good reason.

She needs to delay time so that other criminal police officers can quickly investigate the whereabouts of the three people at each crime and identify the criminal more accurately.

"I'm sorry, you three. Your vehicles must be kept by the police first. We need to conduct some simple investigations." Miwako Sato clapped her hands to attract their attention and announced at the same time.

"Ah? Why?" Enomoto Yo, the youngest one with a shaved head, shouted immediately, "Didn't you say you were just assisting in the investigation? It's very troublesome that you suddenly seized my car."

"Can you explain in detail why we are suspected of being serial perpetrators? I was really confused when I was called over." Repairman Fukuchi Naokazu quickly added.

"Yes, although we may indeed not have an alibi at the time of the crime, Tokyo is so big that there are many people who don't have an alibi." Toshiaki Degawa hurriedly followed.

"The three of you cars are all Efini series cars, and you have all lost your car keys. We have obtained testimony from important witnesses who mentioned that when the assailant escaped, he dropped the efini car keys and then used the car keys stained with the victim's The bloody hand picked up the key..." Sato Miwako explained simply and gave Takagi Wataru a wink.

Takagi Wataru, who understood the situation, took two steps back and quietly returned to the police station.

The police stations that have one-way mirrors are mainly in interrogation rooms and the like, so he needs to make some adjustments according to the children's requirements.

"Keep your voice down after entering the door, and don't press the buttons in the room casually. There are a lot of sophisticated monitoring equipment there, as well as microphones connected to the interrogation room. If you don't want the prisoner to hear your voice easily, don't move anything." Takagi Wataru, who thought he knew the habits of elementary school students well, took the precaution.

"good!"

He had long been prepared to hear the children complaining, but he received three enthusiastic responses in unison. Instead, the startled Takagi Wataru turned to look at them in astonishment.

The most noisy trio had excited expressions on their faces, but they actually stood there honestly, as if they were going on a spring outing. They were surprisingly very obedient.

These elementary school students today are incredibly well-behaved...

Having met them several times, Takagi Wataru, who was well aware of the naughty nature of children, thought about it and decided to give the credit to Kitagawa Yusuke and looked at the tall high school student with gratitude.

I really hope that all the work with these children in the future can be left to him!

Why don't you ask Kitagawa-kun if he is interested in becoming a police officer? It's not a problem at all if he doesn't have the right expertise. Just rely on his excellent criminal portrait simulation...

Forget it, I heard that Kitagawa Yusuke is a child who is going to participate in the Grand Prize. He is an outstanding artist with a bright future. It seems that he should not delay him.

Gao Mushe suppressed his regret and led several people into the observation room next to the interrogation room.

"The tables and chairs in the interrogation room have been taken away. We will inform the suspects in advance and witnesses will observe them through the camera. So, Ayumi, remember to pay attention to their various reactions to avoid being deliberately deceived by the prisoner... ..." Takagi Wataru said, turning on the lights on both sides, and then almost bit his tongue.

This, what exactly is this...!

Damn it, if the suspect sees this scene...

Takagi Wataru was startled and hurriedly took out his cell phone to call Sato Miwako.

However, on the other side of the one-way mirror, the furious Miwako Sato had already pushed open the door of the interrogation room, showing the empty room in front of the three suspects.

I also showed the three boxes posted on the one-way mirror with the notice letter.

As if the arrival of the three people was anticipated in advance, these three frames each accurately framed the reflection of one person on the mirror, as if someone had predicted their arrival in advance and arranged a place for them.

"Wha, what?!" Sato Miwako couldn't help being surprised when she saw the bright red cards. It was only then that Takagi Wataru's phone rang.

"What's going on, Takagi?!"

"I, I don't know either. The Rice Flower Department is responsible for the arrangement..."

"Quick! Find out who has been in and out of here! Damn it, even if you are assisting in security, it would be too much to directly invade the police station and act like no one else is there?!"

"Calm down Sato!"

When the two detectives were frightened by the sudden change, several elementary school students behind them started muttering to each other.

"...I just said you posted it a little crookedly." Yoshida Ayumi complained softly, "I told you to come."

Moto Kojima snorted unconvincingly: "The three of us were given a few cards each, so that each of us could post one. How can it be okay if we give them all to you to play with?"

"This is not a joke, we are seeking justice this time." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya retorted, while secretly looking at Kitagawa Yusuke.

Don't be upset if you use the word "playful" to describe the other person's work.

The real Phantom Thief of Hearts didn't have time to pay attention to the intrigues of several naughty kids. He just checked the order from left to right and patted Noah, who was balled up and stuffed in his trouser pocket.

The rolled-up puppet squirmed twice autistically, but still reluctantly sent the signal in accordance with his request.

As the signal was transmitted, the lights in the interrogation room flashed twice violently, attracting the attention of everyone present.

When the lights came back on, the notice letters on the mirror began to fall one after another, leaving only the frame surrounding Fukuchi Naowa, as if silently informing everyone of his choice.

Fukuchi Naohe's face turned pale, and he instinctively took two steps back toward the exit.

Damn it, he has done it so perfectly. Before coming to the police station, he even secretly rehearsed how to conceal the police investigation and did some dialogue training.

Could it be that the reason why he has carefully prepared the plan for so long is because of this inexplicable anonymous group...!

Sato Miwako turned her head, instinctively preparing to pounce on him to control him who was suspected of escaping, but saw Fukuchi Naowa's movements suddenly stopped.

Staring blankly ahead, Fukuchi Naowa looked at the crooked frame in the mirror, but his distorted expression was completely enclosed in it. He raised his hands, hugged his head, and let out a howl.

"Hey, it's really this guy!" Ayumi jumped up when she heard the noise, and at the same time looked at Kitagawa Yusuke with a slightly admiring expression.

Sure enough, the Phantom Thieves of the Heart seem to be able to smell the smell of crime and never make a mistake!

Conan on the other side looked at Yusuke Kitagawa, but his eyes couldn't help but be filled with horror.

It was like this again, and it was as if I could see the scene through time, and pointed out exactly where the murderer would be standing at this time.

Also, when the guy looked forward blankly just now, he happened to be standing directly opposite Kitagawa Yusuke. It was as if he was directly looking into Kitagawa Yusuke's eyes through this single-sided glass.

Thinking this, Conan took advantage of the situation and looked at the murderer in the interrogation room again.

"I understand, I understand, God's eyes are watching me all the time." Fudi Naohe murmured in a low voice, his dull expression quickly turned slightly crazy, "I am guilty, I am indeed guilty. God has seen me , God found me! Fire and rain chose me, I am...!

Sato Miwako, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed the person and kicked him neatly, knocking Fukuchi Naowa to the ground, who looked like he was about to be full of aggression.

Seeing the intervention of the Phantom Thief of Heart, I was so angry that I became accustomed to the process of searching the first lesson, which was very skillful and smooth.

"Naokazu Fukuchi, do you want to declare that you are the perpetrator of the serial assassinations?" Miwako Sato yelled while suppressing the restless suspect.

"Yes, that's me. Of course it's me."

"Okay, you are under arrest, Mr. Fukuchi. You can remain silent, but whatever you say next will become evidence in court..."

Sato Miwako quickly put on the handcuffs, winked helplessly at Takagi Wataru, and dragged the suspect who seemed to be mentally disturbed out.

This is troublesome. I don’t know if the Mihua Police Station has a report template for cases related to the Phantom Thieves. If not, she will have to write a few copies by hand...

If you want to take action, you should take action early. It just happened that after they had worked overtime for a week on the case, they ran over and caught the prisoner lightly and deftly at the last minute, as if they were joking with them on purpose.

Ah, the Phantom Thief of Hearts or something, really!

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Zhufu Jingguang, who was sitting in another Mazda, tightly grasped the side handle and moved his neck uncomfortably twice.

Obviously Ling didn't have such a wild driving style when he learned to drive. When did he start to like driving like this?

It seems that when he was still in school, Hagiwara showed off his stunt driving skills after encountering a case on the road? Yes, it was also that time, because Hagiwara praised Efini as a good car, and then Zero started to pay attention to various Mazda vehicles...

Really, this guy Zero wouldn't seem to have a dull reaction on the surface, but actually he thinks it's cool and interesting to do this, right?

Zhufu Jingguang, who was slandering, couldn't help but remind him: "Um, zero, there's no need to drive so fast, it's only 2-chome from here, eh...!"

As he was talking, he saw Rei Furuya, who was wearing a mask and peaked cap, suddenly turn the steering wheel, and the front of the car quickly reversed direction and drove towards another intersection.

"Uh, don't you want to go to the 2-chome side?" Zhufu Jingguang sat down again, feeling a little uneasy.

He thought Zero was going to block Tangze who was going home. Could it be that he had other plans?

"We're not going to 2-chome anymore, we're going to the Mihua Police Station." Rei Furuya's face was very calm under the mask, "The Phantom Thieves of Heart have made a new move."

"Police station?!" Zhu Fu Jingguang looked strange.

"It was the case in the morning where I was regarded as a suspect." Fang Gu Ling glanced at the rearview mirror, raised his eyebrows and said, "What a coincidence, isn't it?"

Kagemitsu Morofuku knew that Kitagawa was another fabrication by Karasawa, and even casually mentioned the false identity of Kitagawa who was exactly the same height as him: "..."

What should I do? Should I send some message to Tangze first to inform him?

But because he went out in a hurry, he had no contact information for anyone except Xingchuan Hui, who was responsible for helping him check things.

Well, Zero should be a little angry and not do anything too excessive...

Zhufu Jingguang silently held the new mobile phone prepared by the Phantom Thieves in his pocket, and the war between heaven and man began in his heart.

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"Brother, that's a Bourbon car, right?" Vodka, who was parked at the intersection waiting for a red light, looked at the Mazda flying past in front of him and noticed the other party's license plate number with sharp eyes.

In the organization, there are not many code members who insist on driving only a specific vehicle or model. Bourbon and Big Brother are one of them. It is not difficult to remember Bourbon's commonly used license plate numbers.

"Probably." Gin squinted at Mazda, which was drifting in the urban area while passing the speed limit, and raised his eyebrows, "Follow me and take a look."

"Hey? Brother, didn't you say that you have to stay away from Bourbon and the others recently?" Vodka was a little surprised, but his movements were still neat, and he quickly turned right to follow.

"You should really stay away from them. But the issue of Bellmode has just been dealt with, and the FBI hasn't completely left Japan yet. Now is not the time to be high-profile." Gin stared at the white car from a distance and smiled slightly. Narrowing his eyes, "Look what they are doing."

Bourbon found an opportunity to provoke Rum, so he received the serum and became a candidate to go further.

As one of the important boosters in delivering Kumel, a powerful tool, to Bourbon, Gin could only hold his nose and admit it when faced with Bourbon's push.

The boss has his own considerations, and the organization has more tasks that need to be completed urgently. He doesn't have that much time to accompany the guys in the intelligence department to scheming and playing dirty political tricks.

But this does not mean that he is very accepting of secretive hermaphrodite colleagues like Bourbon.

One Belmode is enough, but if you add bourbon, the air in this organization will be hard to breathe.

After imagining that in the future he would see Bourbon with Kumel walking up to him like a rum from Curaçao, Gin couldn't help but feel a chill.

It was hard for a trash like Rum to get used to such a big deal when he could rarely lead a team in person. But if he switched to a new type of pervert, he would have to adapt to a new feeling of nausea.

If you can nip this kind of colleague in the bud, you might as well nip him in the bud, don't make yourself sick.

"Brother, that's the direction of the police station."

Vodka relied on his basic tracking skills all year round, and even when Bourbon was driving from left to right in a racing style, he was not thrown away by the opponent. However, the further forward he drove, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"Police station in Yoneka Town?" Gin frowned.

"Yes, from Rice Flower Town." Vodka, a veteran driver who is familiar with the map of Tokyo, nodded hurriedly, "Is Bourbon, uh, continuing to play detective and arresting people?"

If they are members of other organizations and rashly approach the police without justifiable reasons, they will at least be re-examined, but Bourbon and Kumail are exceptions.

The two of them have done very well in their detective careers, especially Kumail, who has become a new star on the screen with his handsome face that can deceive little girls.

I imagined that in the future I would not be able to buy tickets for a concert, and I would have to look around for them, and in the end I might be looking for Kumail's shady insider tickets. Vodka felt uncomfortable everywhere.

"Kumel has been complaining of illness in the past few days since I asked him not to get close to Belmode, and Bourbon didn't even take him with him on his mission." Gin, who was becoming more suspicious, shook his head, "Something's wrong. Find another way. Find a hidden place to observe.”

After a simple confirmation, Vodka skillfully drove the car into a hidden parking lot, which was right at the corner of a side entrance of the police station. Through the alley in front, he could have a clear view of the people entering and exiting the police station.

Vodka sat in the car and waited for more than ten minutes. When he got bored, he simply took out a sandwich that had been prepared long ago, opened it and ate it silently.

They were finishing a task and had no new work for the time being. The more trivial chores were left to Ireland to deal with. Now they are sitting here waiting to catch their colleagues' pigtails, which is a bit inexplicably comfortable.

Just when he took his third bite, the police station in front finally reacted.

A figure jumped up to the wall of the police station lightly and decisively, jumped off the wall more than two meters high, and ran towards the alley on their side.

With his blue school uniform, commuter bag, and brown hair, this seems to be the high school student Kumail plays on weekdays...

Before he could concentrate and see clearly, another figure also climbed over the wall of the police station. While chasing him, he fired two shots at the person running in front.

Even with the addition of a silencer, the faint sound of gunfire still made Vodka nervous and he couldn't wait to observe it carefully.

It's actually bourbon.

Bourbon's close-range marksmanship has always been very accurate, and there is absolutely no deviation in the direction of the shot. But Kumel, as if he had eyes behind his back, jumped sideways quickly and used the wall next to him to dodge two bullets. .

"Don't run!"

"How could you not run! Put down the gun first!"

"Stop first, and I won't shoot!"

"Who are you lying to, Mr. Amuro! Stop chasing me and call me for help again!"

"Shout, I wonder if you dare to call the police over?!"

"Ah ah ah, you're still here, don't go too far!"

"Who caused trouble first?! Come here!"

The two noisy colleagues, in a state that Vodka and Gin had not expected at all, thundered through the alley, passed in front of them, and ran away.

"Well, well, it's not good to shoot near the police station..." Vodka was stunned for a long time, then turned to ask Gin for his opinion.

"Don't worry about it." Gin pressed his hat and seemed to have lost interest, "It's just their nonsense again, a waste of energy."

"...Yes." He quickly stuffed the last bit of the sandwich into his mouth, vodka and restarted the car honestly, muttering to himself at the same time.

The eldest brother lowered his head and pressed his hat just now. He was actually laughing. Was he right?