The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"I won't participate."

Facing the small frame stretched out in front of him to collect watches, Conan touched the watch strap on his hand and waved his hand to refuse.

In addition to being a prop specially made for him by the doctor, his watch also plays an important role as a locator for the Phantom Thieves. In this venue shrouded in the shadow of the Phantom Thieves, it brings an unparalleled sense of security.

The organizer of this banquet had an impure purpose. It was still unclear what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd. Handing it over recklessly was not a good choice.

"I don't need it either." Haihara Ai also shook his head, standing side by side with Conan, quietly watching several people from the Young Detective Team grab the small flag and walk to the center of the field.

"Yeah, kids, you can move forward a little to avoid not being able to see clearly your movements of raising your hands." Mio Tokiwa smiled and controlled the process, not showing the hysterical appearance in the background a few minutes ago. "I'll be counting down the time later. After starting, we will press this stopwatch, and you can count silently in your mind, and when you count to 30 seconds, raise the flag in your hand to signal. "

It's a very simple rule, and everyone in the field has no objection.

"Come on, Ayumi!"

"That's right. You counted 30 very accurately before. There was no error at all. It's up to you!"

"Uh, um..." Yoshida Ayumi hesitated for a while and looked around at Conan and Haibara Ai, who were standing by but not coming over, and then looked around a little helplessly.

In fact, she is not very good at counting seconds. She was able to count 30 seconds so accurately before because she found that her heartbeat was as high as 120 beats per minute when she was standing next to Conan. She could accurately estimate it by counting her panicked heartbeat. out for 30 seconds.

But now that Conan is not with her, how is she going to find this feeling of rapid heartbeat... To be nervous, she is really nervous, but now her heartbeat is fast and slow, making it impossible for her to do anything. judge.

Just as she was hesitating, a piece of straight and smooth fabric brushed against her hand.

"Need help, kid?"

Shrouded in a condescending shadow, Yoshida Ayumi raised her head blankly, and saw Kitagawa Yusuke looking down at her, and realized that she had subconsciously grabbed Kitagawa Yusuke because of nervousness, so she pulled the hem of Kitagawa Yusuke's kimono.

The formal kimono worn layer by layer according to the shape is very close to the body. Her behavior is similar to pulling someone's T-shirt directly, and it will naturally attract others' attention.

"Brother Kitagawa, I'm sorry..." She quickly let go of her hand and apologized softly.

"It doesn't matter." Tang Ze, who understood her mood, was very tolerant and generous. He glanced at the little girl's lost head and suggested kindly, "Are you feeling uneasy? There is no Conan-kun around."

"Huh? Eh?" Ayumi Yoshida, who didn't expect her mood to be revealed in one word, turned red instantly.

"If you want to find that mood when Conan-kun is not around, I can teach you a trick." Karasawa, who looked down at her kindly, suggested sincerely in a tone that suited her current character, "You just need to turn your right hand outward. Then hold your left hand... Yes, you can pretend that you are holding the other person's hand. Isn't it very effective? "

Ayumi Yoshida who really did as she was told: "..."

Conan and Haihara Ai, whose ears are very sensitive, can hear clearly: "..."

Walking nearby, Toru Amuro, who planned to exchange a few words with Karasawa depending on the situation, said: "...Pfft."

"Get ready-" Taking the computer from Mio Tokiwa, Secretary Sawaguchi stood under the stage and raised the computer in his hand, "Start!"

Ignoring the suggestion of complaining about Kitagawa Yusuke, Yoshida Ayumi immediately concentrated on it, squeezed the flag in her hand, and started counting.

I don't know whether it was because of Kitagawa Yusuke's interruption, or because the other party revealed her subtle little thoughts with one word, Yoshida Ayumi's sweaty palms were tightly clasped together, and she actually found a little bit of the rhythm of a fast heartbeat.

Not just her, everyone who participated in the game closed their eyes tightly and counted in a low voice one after another.

"1, 2, 3..."

Akai Shuichi bit the lollipop stick that had melted in his mouth bit by bit with his teeth. There was no expression on his face, and there was no deliberate counting action.

From the moment he joined the FBI, he decided to participate in the most dangerous investigations and projects, participated in front-line combat training, and underwent many rigorous reviews. For him, this matter was easy for him in just a few seconds.

Rather than raising the flag accurately, he planned to wait and see before deciding whether to make any move. Making it too conspicuous was not his original intention.

At this moment, a group of people gathered around the stage, closing their eyes and counting nervously, which made it easier for him to observe the situation in the audience.

He came alone this time, not only because some intelligence he obtained told him that the organization would take some actions tonight, but also to investigate some things clearly.

His eyes slowly swept over the faces of Amuro Toru, Conan and Haibara Ai on the sidelines, as well as Mouri Kogoro and Kitagawa Yusuke standing in the court.

"11, 12, 13..."

Toru Amuro averted his eyes from the faces of Conan and the others, paying attention to the basket full of watches that he had just handed over from his hand.

There are everything from toy-like plastic watches costing several thousand yen to priceless luxury goods.

After linking the Joban Group with Rum, he now feels that they have ulterior motives when looking at all the actions of this group of people.

What is the purpose of taking away the watches? To manipulate the time on the guests' watches? Install some eavesdropping and surveillance equipment to monitor specific people? Or to investigate something, and then...

Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows and looked meaningfully at Conan, who had his hands in his pockets and had nothing to do with himself.

...catch some detective with too many interesting gadgets on his watch?

"21, 22, 23..."

Karasawa rubbed the flag stick in his hand back and forth with his fingertips without closing his eyes. When Tokiwa Mio looked over and looked at him, he even looked back calmly for only four or five seconds. Zhong, saw the other party turn his eyes away first.

Of course he doesn't need to count the seconds carefully. Oh, although his ability to judge time has always been good, but with plug-ins, his brain can be properly deactivated.

As we all know, or maybe not everyone knows, the P5 game system panel, strictly speaking, actually integrates functions such as a smartphone carrying navigation to another world, special records from a wild perspective, and a portable ledger, etc. It strives to integrate the system with This is a design concept that combines the protagonist’s daily life props.

Therefore, as long as he opens the system interface, he can easily tell the time with just a quick glance.

More importantly, he now has to pay attention to the conditions of his teammates.

In order to achieve the effect of the show, to attract Gin's attention, and to maximize the achievement of the action goal, the Phantom Thieves are now divided into several groups and are busy in different halls and subways.

Shimabukuro Kimie, who has outstanding personal strength, is on standby in the subway with Noah's Ark. He has made a detailed route plan for tonight's goal. After Karasawa gives an accurate name, the effect linkage will be completed immediately.

The remaining people, together with Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had just developed the ability to navigate another world and had not yet awakened, stayed near the venue, concentrating on sniping the guests present who were highly related to the Twin Towers skyscraper.

For guys like Oki Iwamatsu and Tokiwa Mio, whose interests are highly bound to the twin towers, the location of the palace is naturally inseparable from these two towers, as is Kisaragi Hosui.

But now, the hard-spoken and soft-hearted old man has convinced himself cooperatively, and they are working non-stop to deal with the others.

Always paying attention to his teammates' health bars and combat status, Tang Ze's narrowed eyes flickered with light.

Wherever he is, the Phantom Thieves are there. Even if he doesn't join the real battle, he has many ways to provide support to everyone.

"27, 28... Hmm!" Mouri Kogoro was still concentrating on counting when he was suddenly bumped into by a guest behind him.

He turned around in shock and saw that the person patted on his head was a baby who looked to be only about half a year old. The guest holding him was still whispering sorry with an apologetic face, and he didn't know what to say at the moment.

At the moment when he was interrupted, as it was close to 30 seconds, people started to raise their flags one after another.

Mouri Kogoro, who was no longer sure where he was counting, closed his eyes and raised his hand.

"Oh! That..." Mio Tokiwa said after confirming the time, and was about to point out the closest guest. When the calculator in the secretary's hand reached 30, suddenly several people in the room raised their hands at the same time.

Mio Tokiwa's smile froze for an unknown number of times, feeling that she was extremely unlucky tonight.

You shouldn’t have chosen this unlucky day!

It's all the fault of the Phantom Thieves. Why did they target her, a poor person who had finally managed to gain a living space for herself and was in a dilemma? She had to forcefully advance tonight's banquet under the coercion and inducement of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Of course she was afraid, and of course she didn't want to, but she had already noticed too many things wrong in the cooperation, and she knew better that if she said no, she wouldn't survive tonight.

It's all my father's fault, it's all my fault Oki Iwamatsu, it's all my fault...Moori Kogoro!

Tokiwa Mio glared bitterly at Mouri Kogoro, who was holding the flag high, and tried to calm down his expression.

"Oh, I can't believe it. Four guests raised their hands almost at the same time. Tonight's banquet is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon."

Karasawa, who knew exactly who was in the room, couldn't help but look at Mio Tokiwa with approval when he heard this.

It is said that a wise man will make a mistake every time he thinks, and a fool will make a gain after every thought. Look, isn't this very sharp?

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"Nice attack!"

"Keep breathing, senior, I'm disturbing the other person's spirit."

"Aiming at the weak point——!" Zhufu Jingguang, who could no longer tell whether his teammates were assisting him or causing trouble for him, shouted loudly, "Fire now!"

"Yes, the leader has sent a signal."

"Okay, then hold on tight!" Zhu Fu Jingguang took a deep breath, grasped the hook lock in his hand, and jumped straight out from the high rooftop.

The moment his feet left the ground and jumped into the air, the monster, which was made of flesh and blood and covered hundreds of meters of tall buildings, turned its cold pupils towards him.

And Zhu Fu Jingguang has been waiting for this moment.

"boom--"

Sparks shot out from the sniper rifle.

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"boom--"

As the four winners were invited to the stage one by one, the employees who had prepared the salute still looked at each other in confusion, but instinctively opened the paper tubes filled with ribbons in their hands.

Colorful streamers flying in the air fell from the top of the stage. Mio Tokiwa applauded with a smile. She took a deep breath as she watched the four people lining up to walk onto the stage.

In the past, she felt that she was strong enough, unyielding enough, and a captain who could lead the group through all kinds of storms.

Tonight, she realized that it was because her past self did not understand what real suffering was.

Thinking of those threatening calls made through the voice changer, thinking of Kogoro Mori's distrustful gaze, and thinking of Suzuki Sonoko's dizzying watch, it took her a few seconds to adjust her vocal cords before she dared to raise the phone.

If she didn't do this, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to help but let out a scream before she spoke.

"A few very powerful people. There are famous detectives, and more importantly, there are children with great prospects." Mio Tokiwa described this, and she even admired her own calmness. "Now, I have to ask you all. Two pairs will play guessing games to decide who is the top one. As for the others, don’t worry, in addition to the grand prize and mountain bikes, we also have cash coupons and other gifts from the group, so don’t worry about leaving empty-handed.”

The guests applauded and praised the atmosphere of the Joban Group, and several groups of relatives and friends even made a series of noises.

"I knew Ayumi could do it! Wow!"

“Mountain biking, yay!”

"Your father still has this kind of talent, Xiaolan? I really can't tell."

"I don't know...well, maybe, because he is a police officer after all?"

"Tch, this guy Yusuke..."

"Huh, forget it Tang Ze, even my eldest cousin is... how old he is..."

"Ah? What did you just say? Huiyuan?"

"I said, it's so boring."

Standing on his own stilts, Karasawa, who was nearly 55 times taller than Shuichi Akai, glanced at his brother next to him who was dressed as Iwai Munehisa and never forgot to wear a peaked cap when he came to the banquet, and shook his head in his heart.

If Toru Amuro wasn't here, Shuichi Akai might not even participate in the game.

Alas, adults are strangely competitive.

Having said that, when he turned around and prepared to play guessing games with him, Tang Ze took a breath, became very serious, and began to observe the other person's micro-expressions.

Since Iwai Munehisa's character fits well with Akai Shuichi, the disguise mask he made for Akai Shuichi still fits well.

Although it is slightly difficult to completely see the direction of the other person's facial muscles, considering that I am also wearing a disguise mask, it is fair, just and open for everyone to be on the same starting line.

With an inexplicable seriousness, the two people raised their hands for guessing.

On the other side, Mouri Kogoro looked at an elementary school girl who was no more than waist high, blinked, and had to bend down in a slightly spoiled image.

There's no way, it would be too much like bullying a child otherwise.

"Okay, get ready-"

Just as Mio Tokiwa was about to give the order again, the crowd shouted in surprise before they could.

When she heard the commotion, her mood was already fluctuating violently. With a flick of her wrist, the microphone hit the stage floor heavily.

There was a harsh buzzing noise from the speakers, as if dubbing an unexpected scene in the field.

Tokiwa Mio turned her head suddenly, and her hanging heart finally died.

From the height of the stage, one could clearly see the situation in the entire audience. Daiki Iwasong, who was sweating in cold sweat, was covering his heart as he sat down on the ground with a pale face.

As if he couldn't breathe, he opened his mouth wide and exhaled and inhaled forcefully. Despair was leaking out of his bloodshot eyes, and all kinds of complicated emotions were intertwined on his face.

He was clearly panting, but he didn't say a word, as if different wills were fighting for the right to speak.

The Phantom Thieves must be the Phantom Thieves of the Heart——!

Tokiwa Mio covered her mouth and suppressed the same desperate cry.

"Mr. Omu, Mr. Omu, are you okay?" Amuro Toru, who was guarding the crowd, squeezed through the surrounding wall of people, bent down first, and pulled Omu Isomatsu involuntarily, who was about to lie on the ground, "What's wrong with you? Is it difficult to breathe, or is there something else?"

Daiki Yansong, who was already frightened, was caught by his cold leather gloves. When he saw his face, he rolled his eyes with a loud sound, as if he was breathing out more than he was taking in.

"Everyone, please spread out and don't crowd around here! Representative Ohgi may have suffered from some respiratory emergency!" Toru Amuro, who was pretending, said anxiously, "Please bring a few more people and take Mr. Ohki there first. Over there at Building B!”

As an office building of Joban Group, Building A does not have complete emergency evacuation channels and first aid equipment like Building B, which has more commercial functions. In order to facilitate first aid, it is indeed better to drag the suspected sick people to Building B first. choose.

No one, including Mio Tokiwa, thought there was anything wrong with his statement. Two or three waiters quickly pushed a dining cart over to use as a temporary flat bed and lifted the person up.

"Um, I'm a doctor -" Someone among the guests soon came out, wanting to step forward and check on Oki Isomatsu who was starting to twitch.

Toru Amuro, who was well prepared, calmly raised his hand to stop the other party from approaching: "But we are not within the scope of the hospital now. Do you have a special first aid certificate?"

The guest who did not expect to be blocked from seeking first aid was stunned: "That, not really..."

"Then I can't let you have contact with him. You also know that a medical practitioner's certificate has a scope of practice. If you perform first aid here, everyone will face some ethical and moral risks." Amuro Toru smiled apologetically, looking very professional, " Building B has emergency personnel prepared by the hotel, so I won’t bother you.”

The doctor naturally became speechless and silently retreated into the crowd.

The reliable Toru Amuro and the other two waiters pushed Oki Iwamatsu towards the elevator. At the same time, the first list that had been edited was sent out with the click of his finger.

[Oki Isomatsu has been changed by the Phantom Thieves. 】

"Still so cruel, Bourbon." Amid the chaos, watching the blond figure striding away, Akai Shuichi shook his head slightly.

Karasawa, who heard his soft sigh, nodded in agreement.

Oki Iwamatsu, a fat-headed guy, seemed to have failed in a wave of physical first aid.