The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Beep--"

Vermouth hung up the busy call, put down the telescope in her hand, and slowly exhaled.

As soon as Kumail entered the mansion, the phone could no longer be dialed. Sure enough, this house seemed ordinary, but in fact it had slowly become his personal safe house during this period of time, with watertight protection.

After several days of verification by herself, it can now be basically confirmed that the address given by Ireland is real and valid.

Whether it is Shirley or Kudo Shinichi, they were the focus of attention of all parties in the previous confrontation. Kumail chose the residential area near Kudo's house, which was an extremely risky decision.

However, high risks always bring high returns. Everyone's attention is focused on the two guys who turned into children. Kumail's private little actions were successfully hidden.

If he had not always had to act on Bourbon's territory and could not take the initiative, this secret would probably not have been discovered by anyone until today.

Vermouth narrowed her eyes and stared at the house that was tightly wrapped by the greenery of the surrounding houses for a long time. She took out the floor plan from the box through her gloves and drew it in comparison with the building in front of her.

If she was not sure of finding the secret in one go, breaking in there would definitely cause Kumail's violent backlash, so she had to be fully prepared.

Recalling the video source file that Calvados sent over as if to ask for credit, Vermouth stared at the data in her hand and calculated secretly.

The amount of water and electricity used is far more than that of normal buildings. Kumail usually lives in a cafe under a false identity. It is theoretically impossible for him to live here. Where is such a large amount of energy that can support a small team used?

In particular, this huge power consumption is comparable to the servers of many technology companies...

Medical equipment? Life support device?

After drawing the picture, she stopped her still overly active mind from thinking about it, and put the heavy secret in her hand back into the box.

There is no point in thinking about these things now. Seeing is believing, she should go and see it in person.

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"Is it OK to do this here?" Shimabukuro Kimie carefully applied the paint, making the materials at hand the same color as the skin around Tang Ze. After observing the left and right, she looked up and asked Tang Ze's opinion.

Tang Ze raised his hand, pressed the fake scar made of white glue and composite materials, and nodded with satisfaction.

Just as there is a disguise technique in this world that is so real that plastic surgery seems pale and powerless, the special effects makeup in this world has also developed like black technology.

And Shimabukuro Kimie, as a makeup artist who participated in the creation of a friend's film in college, was able to create the image of a mermaid with amazing special effects makeup and won relevant awards in one fell swoop. After joining the Phantom Thieves, she had Tang Ze and Kidd, two masters of disguise who were proficient in the same craft, to consult and learn, and her skills can be said to have made a great progress.

On the American island, Shimabukuro Kimie was able to successfully play a centenarian in front of the detectives with special effects makeup. Now it is even easier for her to forge an image that does not exist.

Tang Ze caressed the scar that looked like real skin no matter how he touched it. He was amazed by the delicate touch of the healed skin and the tissue structure that had grown back after the structure was destroyed.

This skill is really amazing. If the cousin needs to fake his death in the future, he can ask Shimabukuro Kimie to fake the death scene for him.

If it weren't for the fact that people's hearts always jump a few times when they are alive, he thinks that asking Gin to come and visit Akai Shuichi's body may not reveal the truth...

If he can deceive Tang Ze, an undercover who has been dealing with violence for a long time, then he can definitely fool Gin, who is face-blind and good at imagining.

With such praise in his heart, Tang Ze still examined the marks on his body with the most critical eyes, pointing to several places: "Here, and the side of the face, the color needs to be adjusted again. The scars in these places are difficult to restore to a similar color, and a little red needs to be added."

Shimabukuro Kimie followed suit, picked up the plate again, and dipped a little color powder: "Okay, do you have any other requests?"

"Here, use glue to pinch the skin a little, yes, a little wrinkled, more like a new wound. Although it has passed, well, well, it has passed a few months, but people's physiques are different. In my experience, this will be more credible."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was looking down at his phone with a hard time, looked at Tang Ze sitting in front of the makeup mirror sharply after hearing this: "What do you mean in your experience, you have been seriously injured?"

His phone paused at a certain frame of the video.

On the screen, a hand wearing a black glove was holding a slender butterfly knife, and the sharp blade was cutting open the human body below. The distinct layers of flesh and blood were cut open layer by layer by the sharp tip of the knife.

Before he paused the video, the background sound of the video was a nasal sound of extreme pain, and with the blood gushing out on the screen, it was obvious that the person suffering from the sharp weapon was still a living person.

No matter how he looked at it, no matter how he studied it back and forth, this video did not look fake.

After listening to Hoshikawa Teru's explanation, the cooperation between Tang Ze and Ling started after this disguise. Facing this flawless image, he imagined how Furuya Ling felt at that time, and he couldn't help but feel sympathy for the initiator.

Although the guys in the organization are cruel, there are not many perverts who like to play torture and kill. Zero, who was unprepared, suddenly saw the young child he had known for many days suffering such horrible cruelty. Zero must have been extremely depressed when he returned to the cafe, so he accepted Tang Ze's explanation in a great rebound after the facts were reversed.

It's really not easy to become a fixed partner with such a Tang Ze, Zero.

"Well, not now. I just know more about the prognosis of large-scale trauma." Tang Ze thought for a while, chose a more medical description, and answered vaguely, "I'll fix the color in a while, and try to make this outfit waterproof. With Noah's help to adjust the indoor light, I'm sure that even if Vermouth touches it directly, there will be no flaws."

In order to fabricate the illusion that "Tang Ze Zhao did not die after Kumer's massacre", Tang Ze, who has always been rigorous in his work, is confirming the location of the trauma frame by frame in the video, and then asking Shimabukuro Kimie to help create the corresponding traces.

If someone else were to do this, it would be difficult to make everything perfect, but if Tang Ze were to do it...

In his previous life, he was a guy who survived a torture that was more terrifying and longer than the video he forged. He was a ghost who crawled back from hell in the true sense.

After he received treatment and completely left normal social life to live alone at home, he lost his ability to take care of himself. Every day, he could only watch the wounds on his body out of boredom, watching how they healed little by little and became ugly and distorted.

It's hard to say if he could play anything else, but let him play "Karaze Akira who survived Kumer"?

Then Karasawa dared to guarantee that he was definitely a deep experience school.

"Does it have to be like this..." Hoshikawa Teru stared at the fake scars on Karasawa's face for a few seconds, but couldn't help but look away.

He was the only living audience member who accompanied Karasawa to complete the performance. Another audience member was cut into pieces by Karasawa and soon turned into black mud.

Just imagine a little bit, if Karasawa really encountered such a terrible thing and had to survive in great pain, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Inexplicably, he saw a vague feeling that made him feel bad from Karasawa's calm and even teasing expression.

—— Karasawa seemed to be really familiar with such a situation.

What on earth has this guy been through...

"Don't worry, you don't need to spend too much effort." Tang Ze waved his hand, "You just need to answer Vermouth's call, no matter what reason she finds to call you away, take advantage of the situation and leave the villa, and leave the rest to me."

Vermouth has been trying to find Kumel's mobile phone signal since yesterday. According to Tang Ze's estimation, as long as "Akechi Goro" leaves their base today, she will find a way to get here.

The base of the Phantom Thieves with Noah's Ark is not as simple as it seems. Noah will let Vermouth see what she wants to see.

A carefully disguised deception, a play with only one audience, this is Tang Ze's special preparation for Vermouth from the beginning.

She is his assistant, a poor chess piece stepping on the boundary between light and darkness, but she is also the blood of the organization and the executioner who has created too many tragedies.

That is... Tang Ze's enemy.

"Come on, the show is about to begin."

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"You've been acting strange since yesterday."

Pressing down the helmet on her head, Vermouth heard the voice on the phone become soft and gentle, and her already cautious movements could not help but become more cautious.

She had been communicating with Kumail for a long time, and she also understood that when this guy spoke like this, if he didn't want to create a false face to deceive the public, it meant that he was in a bad mood.

Kumail in a bad mood was sometimes quite unreasonable, and you need to be careful when dealing with it.

"You called me four times in two days, and you seemed very anxious, but you refused to tell me what you were doing. What happened? I thought the basis of cooperation was a certain degree of honesty between both parties."

Sure enough, although she thought the reasons she gave were sufficient, the frequent probing would still arouse Kumail's vigilance. The seemingly insignificant organizational movements alone could not really mobilize Kumail.

"It's really urgent. I'm back in Japan, Kumail." Vermouth thought about it and chose to throw out a little signal.

"Oh? Are you back now? You said it was so serious last time that I thought you would be taken back to the lab and locked up for a while."

The tone was a little relaxed, but he hadn't completely let down his guard.

"Actually, I came back a little reluctantly. The effect of the drug in my body has not yet disappeared, and I feel terrible now."

"Then why don't you just wait a little longer? If you behave yourself for a while, the boss might be more tolerant."

"I want to do that, but time waits for no one." Vermouth chose to continue to increase the stakes, "You know Ireland, right? The guy you ran into last time. He has a police-related mission that may endanger the safety of the children."

The children that Vermouth mentioned could only refer to Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan.

They both knew this, so Kumail's tone really turned cold: "You actually let him get involved in those things?"

"I contacted you precisely because I didn't want to let him go. The two of them are in danger now, Kumail, I don't have the ability to act now. I can only leave it to you."

Kumer cursed twice on the other end of the phone, and Vermouth gave a few addresses in time and climbed down the telephone pole.

When she was wearing the maintenance worker's work clothes and slowly walked down the maintenance ladder, the young detective carrying a suitcase tightened his face, walked past the maintenance vehicle quickly, and passed by Vermouth who was walking down the stairs.

The plan went smoothly. Belmode, who was not suspicious, picked up the maintenance box and seemed to be heading for the next electric box. She turned her feet lightly and walked into the alley on the other side.

Wait a little longer, let Kumel stay away.

The address she gave was not a complete smokescreen. Ireland was conducting preliminary investigations for the next mission. The place she took out was the main place where Ireland had been active recently.

Just as the major intelligence departments have undercovers in the organization, the organization also has spies in the police circles of various countries.

In the past year, the loss rate of spies in Tokyo has suddenly increased to an abnormal level. Recently, even some of the spies in the public security have been cleared, so Ireland started a new job with the task of investigating the situation.

As a result, his work had not been carried out for long. The initial breakthrough point, Tunkou Shigehiko, became Pisco's target, and then Pisco was gone. His investigation was still ongoing, and the loss rate did not decrease but increased, making this guy not in the mood to stare at Kumel.

I hope that Ireland is motivated enough to delay as long as possible - it doesn't matter if he can't delay, just don't let him find out too early.

Thinking this way, after waiting for half an hour to confirm that her repeated back and forth actions at the back door did not cause any alarm, Vermouth finally climbed over the low wall formed by the hedge and railings and gently fell into the backyard.

She unfolded the suitcase in her hand, and the EMP equipment prepared in advance took effect. She approached the underground garage of the villa as quickly as possible and turned on another layer of protective equipment.

This was the equipment she brought from the experimental facility to Tokyo. She could not imagine what kind of defense measures Kumail would prepare for his safe house, so she could only prepare as much as possible.

She glanced at the camera and infrared tripwire installed at the entrance, took out the prepared fingerprint disguise, and opened the entrance below.

The moment she opened the door, the imperceptible fluctuations gently dispersed.

Noah, sitting in front of the screen, opened his hands, and the data stream rolled in his eyes.

As he moved, the figure of Vermouth, dressed as a maintenance worker, was displayed on the huge screen in front of him in the form of multiple cameras.

"Wow." Zhu Fushigami, who came to Noah's hall for the first time and experienced the panoramic screen, couldn't help but admire, "Is this what Tang Ze said, you mean you are a special case that doesn't need to use the navigation of the other world?"

"Yes." Noah in robot form tilted his head, "I can freely travel between the real network and the cognitive world without the navigation of the other world... Naturally, I can bring other people in."

Opening a door is equivalent to opening the entrance to another world, stepping into the trap without any defense...

Zhu Fushigami nodded knowingly.

No wonder Tang Ze said that with Noah here, it doesn't matter if everyone in the world knows that this house is the base of the Phantom Thieves, and no matter how many people come, they are just food.

Noah raised his head and stared at a certain position on the huge screen.

As he watched, a new window opened and expanded, showing a picture from another direction.

The boy in the wheelchair lowered his head, his brown hair covering his eyes, quietly waiting for the prey to fall into the net.