The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Ruyue Fengshui stared at the canvas solemnly, stretched out his hand and touched the sudden black mark, wanting to see if the ink had dried.

His house is not small, and going up and down the mountain is quite time-consuming. It is not easy for Kitagawa Yusuke, who does not own a car, to get in and out of here. Therefore, when Kisaragi Hosui has nothing to do, it usually takes an extra ten minutes to send him all the way to the foot of the mountain. On the side of the road.

He pursues purity. Apart from himself, only the housekeeper and servant responsible for sweeping the house occasionally come in and out of the house. Therefore, it is difficult to say who did it for such a long time span.

And what this prisoner did, whether it was the destruction of the work or the underlying ridicule, made Ruyue Fengshui a little angry.

Ruyue Fengshui was stunned when he touched the special black paint, hesitantly retracted his hand, and touched it twice more for confirmation.

Raising his hand and looking at the bright spots left by his fingerprints on the ink, Ruyue Fengshui couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable.

It plunged the entire surrounding area into a fire purgatory in an instant, and its destructiveness could not be summarized by a simple fire.

No matter what purpose they serve, it is a good thing that there is room for dialogue.

In terms of settings, Kitagawa Yusuke, who doesn't even have money to take the subway, naturally can't drive a car and be picked up to go to class. Nowadays, Karasawa comes to and from interest classes, oh no, to participate in Kisaragi Hosui's teaching. People in the group took turns driving to pick us up.

"If Ruyue Fengshui's success is mainly due to his excessive creative obsession, I think it is not a bad thing to change his mind. He has gone too far on this road and fallen too deep, so much so that he is somewhat demonic. "I was stunned." Tang Ze summarized his feelings about his recent contact with Ruyue Fengshui, "For the sake of artistic creation, I took in so many apprentices and caused so much trouble for myself, and was forced to carry forward with a heavy burden... I have to say that it’s time to cultivate the mind.”

This batch of data is of little value, at least that's what the technical department told him.

No one who truly understands the organization, and truly understands what they are dealing with, can handle their information so casually and carelessly.

"Isn't this great? A win-win situation." Tang Ze put the phone back into his pocket and returned to his own voice.

As early as the emergence of the Night Baron virus, organizations already had the technical strength to reversely locate the location of information leakage and carry out countermeasures. It was just a matter of effort to implant anti-tracking programs into various types of information.

Ruyue Fengshui was deep in thought, trying hard to recall what this symbol represented and to understand the message the intruder was trying to convey, when the phone suddenly rang, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the studio.

"Expert?" Zhufu Jingguang, who has gradually become accustomed to Tangze's speaking style, directly ignored those strange words and raised his eyebrows, curious about what he said, "I have indeed heard that many countries are good at using explosions to demolish various buildings. , you can rely on the design mechanics analysis of the detonation point and other principles to accurately complete the blasting without causing additional threats... However, does Japan have such professionals now? "

Ruyue Fengshui believes that he is not a bad person, but he also knows that it is a fact that he has evil thoughts because of his artistic pursuits and life beliefs.

He has been doing it himself for a long time and has participated in the printing design work of many of his own works. He is also familiar with this process. This is a temperature-changing ink that gradually loses color as the temperature changes. In terms of feel, it may be quick-drying. of.

This is obviously someone who doesn't know much about Japanese literature, but is trying hard to speak elegantly. The words are awkward and hard to pronounce, as if they were directly translated from other languages.

Looking back, he really wanted to say thank you to the Phantom Thieves. Thinking about it, the scene was really funny.

"Who knows why." Gin's voice was impatient, "This is something you should figure out."

"Uh..." Zhufu Jingguang, who was lightly braking, choked a little when he heard the name and couldn't help but step on the brakes a little harder.

But his weird words and tone only made the really knowledgeable Ruyue Fengshui laugh dumbly.

There are many people crazier than him in this world.

Thinking of what he saw on the canvas just now, he had some vague premonitions about the person on the other side of the phone.

"What about the building? What the organization needs to blow up is just the computer room. In fact, if you don't deliberately expand the scope of damage, it won't destroy the entire high-rise building. You have to change it to the extent of completely blowing it up..." Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but worry when he thought of this. .

"Yes... and no." The person on the other end of the phone said something shocking in a slightly smooth voice, "So what I want to say is, we can take care of your troubles. No need. With murderous intentions in mind, old man, that building will become the Titanic for many people, and it will end sadly on the day it sets sail. Rather than this, you might as well make a formal commission to the Phantom Thieves, and we will help you. How about solving some real problems?”

"Hello, Mr. Kisaragi." The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and gentle. It seemed that it had been specially processed and the gender could not be distinguished. "I heard that you have some minor worries recently and your life is not comfortable. It's just nothing. I really admire the old gentleman’s painstaking efforts in painting, so I want to help you solve your problems and express my feelings.”

There was culture, but no culture, which made Ruyue Fengshui smile.

"But, you think this is also a suitable springboard, right?" Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head slightly at Tang Ze's comment.

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Organizational intelligence, especially intelligence in the form of electronic information, cannot be taken away and used by just anyone.

However, this guy just did it. He didn't even try to hide his location. He almost shouted at everyone with a loudspeaker that he didn't want to live anymore.

"No problem." Tangze spread his hands with a relaxed expression, "I will ask the 'experts' for advice. The location of the computer room is not short. Normal maintenance of such a tall building is almost impossible. If the computer room is blown up, this In fact, the building is almost paralyzed. Rather than letting it stick like a nail in that place, it is better to demolish it and solve the problem for the municipal department. "

"This is not to destroy the painting, old gentleman." The person on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Don't you think that with the addition of that mark, the work can be called complete? This is to perfect the art itself. "

I don’t know whether it was intentional or just teasing Ruyue Fengshui. The person who spoke was humanistic and mixed with some ancient tunes and said these very written expressions, as if he was also a calligrapher, painter or poet, communicating politely with his colleagues. Similar.

"Someone is using the computer room of the Twin Towers in Nishitama City to send information related to the organization to the outside world?" Toru Amuro asked in an incredible tone, "Why, could it be that he has some deep grudge against the company and wants to directly send the boss to the outside world?" Put to death?"

"What on earth is this..." Ruyue Fengshui, whose emotions were interrupted, was confused.

It's a very humorous situation, but Gin is definitely used to it.

There are so many weird things in the world, such as leaving your driver's license at someone's house during a burglary, not wearing gloves during a robbery, killing someone and spitting out a cigarette butt next to him... He has already wiped countless similar butts, so he didn't explore it. The mood of waste.

"So, how should we deal with this matter now? Find this guy and deal with him?" As he said this, Toru Amuro quickly took out his second mobile phone and started typing key information into it.

For example, in order to earn enough money to buy this mansion for himself, and to obtain a more secure and comfortable living environment, he accepted many sons and daughters of famous families as disciples, and let them bear the name of being a disciple of Ruyue Fengshui. Gold plated.

This is not the one on the news...

As Ruyue Fengshui spoke, he subconsciously touched the porcelain cup he had placed in his pocket, speaking in a very calm tone.

On the discussion of being a villain or not, his thoughts coincided with those of Ru Yue Feng Shui.

Still confused, Ruyue Fengshui quickly rubbed the canvas a few times, wiping away the traces from top to bottom, revealing the original appearance of the painting below.

Although they don't have the concept of cultivating one's mind before cultivating literature, such an idea is against public order and good customs, and is not in line with the public's expectations of artists who are indifferent to fame and wealth. Ruyue Fengshui is very self-aware.

It would be extremely difficult to get his cooperation, even if Xiaozhi used reason to move him emotionally.

Taking advantage of the traffic light, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly glanced at the things in his hands.

What a waste, what a waste. If you take the data and hand it over to them for processing...

What else can you do, stupid colleagues, stupid logistics, destroy them.

But with Gin’s many years of front-line work experience, it’s impossible to understand everyone logically.

"It may be a bit difficult for you to get professional advice from him." Zhu Fu Jingguang reminded tactfully, "Do you have any experience or skills in interrogation or extorting confessions?"

But he doesn't think that he is a hopeless villain. Compared with himself, his disciples, the collectors who put pressure on him, the art evaluators who asked for inside information, the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries...

I don’t know how they got the relevant data of the organization, or who had the sudden idea to send things out directly using the company’s server.

On the surface, Kisaragi Hosui, a disciple who is very worthy of being cultivated, does not seek his fame or his popularity, but the real intention is probably more than that. He is about to become a leader in the Japanese contemporary art world. Mouri Kogoro, the Phantom Thieves have an eye on related industries.

"I always feel that this kind of behavior is indeed a bit immoral." Zhu Fu Jingguang finished the second half of his sentence firmly.

Due to the pursuit of peace and quiet, Ruyue Fengshui rarely told others his home phone number, and always asked them to call his mobile phone. The home phone was mainly used to answer calls from the access control.

"The processing you mentioned, could it be..." Amuro Toru's fingers paused while typing the message.

Thinking of this, Toru Amuro couldn't help but sigh.

He sabotaged someone because he was dissatisfied with him or his disciples. He could guess what the other party was thinking, but what was the point of running into his studio out of nowhere and turning his disciples' practice paintings into scratch-offs... …

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If he remembered correctly, this guy seemed to be an architect obsessed with blowing up his old works, and he was probably taken down by the Phantom Thieves himself...

Ruyue Fengshui, who was amused by the other person, relaxed and began to assume that the person on the other side of the phone was an overly naughty and mischievous young man, joking with him.

"What are you really going to do?" Zhufu Jingguang breathed out as he watched Tang Ze hang up the phone and drive, "I always feel..."

Today was Zhu Fu Jingguang's turn, and he didn't expect to hear such an explosive noise as soon as he arrived.

Real punishment, you gang of undercover agents...

The specific situation can be referred to a certain twin towers that was hit by an airplane. In addition to the people moving in the building itself, the surrounding neighborhoods, the spread of fire, the leakage of aviation oil, the deflagration of building materials...

Tang Ze withdrew his subtle gaze from Zhu Fu Jingguang, flipped his hands over, and pulled out a large piece of paper.

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at Tang Zeyan's confident expression with his peripheral vision, and in his heart shed a handful of tears of sympathy for Ruyue Fengshui.

"Dr. Ali actually knows a little bit about this, but I'm not talking about him here." Tang Ze crossed his arms and the old god laughed, "That's right, you were still dead at that time and had no chance to hear about it. This news. Do you know Moritani Teiji?"

"Quia." Ruyue Fengshui sighed and asked bluntly, "Okay, what exactly do you want to do? I have heard of your name, the Phantom Thieves of the Heart, like other Phantom Thieves stealing art. , steal the desires of sinners...Have I also become your target?"

An unexpected symbol appeared in the center of the canvas. The bright red color was incompatible with the pastel colors of Mount Fuji.

Although their master-disciple relationship was established by Tang Ze because of his shamelessness, and the main identity was given to him by himself when he was away from home, but after he really studied under Kisaragi Fengshui and recognized him as his master, Tang Ze's attitude remained the same. Very serious.

Ruyue Fengshui never thought that he was a pure and noble painter. He paid for his persistence, and the price he paid would deepen his persistence again and again. His life had already been determined by his determination to embark on this single track. time, deeply bound to all of this.

Those people regard these young people who have little relationship with him as a transit point to establish long-term communication channels with him. They talk to him about the sale and collection of paintings. They have plagiarized and even stolen paintings from him more than once, but they accepted their funding. Ruyue Fengshui could only swallow his anger and acquiesce in the development of such a thing...

If a nearly 100-story ultra-tall building collapses or is destroyed due to an explosion, the damage will not only cover the building itself.

No matter how they expressed themselves, these guys who claimed to be the Phantom Thieves in the news did not give their "judgment" directly and condescendingly like they did to other targets, which relaxed Kisaragi Fengshui's previously tense heartstrings.

He didn't think there was anything strange or offensive about him becoming the target of the Phantom Thieves. It should be said that no one's life could withstand careful scrutiny, and too many sacrifices were made for the mechanical concept of art. He has things, some of which have already violated many moral bottom lines.

Even when he was in jail and awaiting trial, Teiji Moritani was an absolute die-hard, a stubborn and old-fashioned old man.

"Blow it up." Gin said calmly, "Now the only people in charge of stable activities in the Tokyo area are you and Kumail. Let us solve this matter."

"Yes, after all, he can actually be regarded as the kindest guy among the guys who surround him. Crazy is a crazy guy, and he has not harmed society." Tang Ze shrugged, "Through his channels, we can obtain With more high-value goals, he can reduce worries and retire quietly... Anyway, his house has been built and his wish has come true. This way I can be considered as sharing the teacher's worries, right? "

However, in this batch of data, the version of the program responsible for locating and returning the message is very old, and it may be traced back to the receiving end for receiving the message, and its value is higher than the data itself.

This time, Ruyue Fengshui tightened her grip on the receiver in her hand and froze on the spot.

"Hello, this is Kisaragi House." After looking at the blank call message for a while, he hesitantly addressed himself to the other end of the phone.

What he meant by this was that it would be difficult to get cooperation with conventional means. If Tang Ze really needed it, he could lend a hand.

"There is no difference between that guy's death and his immortality." Gin didn't want to say more. It was obvious that he was not going to tell Bourbon the specific content of this batch of data. "What needs to be processed are the machines in the computer room."

"The things Yusuke painted were left behind by you?" After the interruption, Ruzuki Fengshui's expression softened a little, "Even if it is a practice work, you should not destroy other people's paintings like a joke. Break in without permission. My home is also very inappropriate.”

Ruyue Fengshui frowned, walked out of the studio slowly, and found the nearest landline phone to answer the call.

Respecting teachers and respecting morality is one of the principles that Karasawa has always believed in. Since Kisaragi Hosui is a qualified teacher and teaches his disciples, especially promising disciples like Yusuke Kitagawa who are worthy of training, then Karasawa also There is no reason to persecute him.

Nishitama City Twin Buildings, he remembered, this building should belong to Mio Joban, the daughter of the Joban Group, and the company she was running now was an enterprise related to cutting-edge computer technology.

Although it is only a glimpse, the lines on the paper and the scale of the paper clearly indicate that this is an architectural blueprint.

"In case you don't know, let me tell you that the designer of Nishitama City's Twin Towers is Moritani Teiji's apprentice, and his philosophy is completely opposite to his." Karasawa let out a malicious hey and waved his hand. The thick roll of paper inside seemed to be brandishing some kind of weapon. "No torture skills are required. Just spread this thing out in front of him. He will not sleep and help us design the bomb."