The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

There was a military green pickup truck parked in the underground garage. Vermouth glanced at it and quickly associated it with the bulletproof pickup truck that Gin mentioned, which was quite funny.

Whether it was Bourbon or Kumail, the social status of both of them was not suitable for driving such a vehicle. She guessed at the time that they wanted this car just to annoy Gin. Now looking at this car casually thrown here, she was really right.

The whiskey attribute of Bourbon was becoming more and more obvious, and Kumail also hinted at his own treason in his words and deeds. Although the contradiction between the boss and the subordinate was sharp, they were unexpectedly a bit in sync... Gin, maybe he really judged people very well.

Moving her eyes away with a smile, Vermouth walked through the garage, ignoring the small maintenance room inside that was suspected to be filled with hot weapons, and walked into the villa.

The structure of this building is similar to that of Kudo's house, but there is no exaggerated giant library obstruction structure of Kudo Yusaku. The overall shape is a Chinese character "回", and the corridors on all four sides connect the rooms. There is an exquisite small atrium in the center of the building.

Now entering the house, the interior is a typical French decoration style. The previous owner obviously prefers the design of European architecture. Judging from the slightly old furniture, the new owner who bought it did not make any changes. The faint dust and musty smell in the air constantly hinted to the visitors that the house was still vacant.

These are all illusions used by Kumail to confuse the peepers, and Belmode would not believe them.

She put on the shoe covers prepared in advance, confirmed the shielding clothes she was wearing again, and then quickly turned around upstairs and downstairs.

As she expected, nothing was found.

But anyway, she was not looking for anything. She just wanted to compare the blueprint of the house and find the possible hiding place.

Kumail, this kid, naturally couldn't put the secret in such a superficial position, but if the safe house was set upstairs, the internal building structure would definitely expose flaws.

After a round of looking, Belmode turned her eyes back to the first floor.

Since the structure here is similar to the Kudo House next door, there must be a basement here.

She turned around and didn't find the entrance. It must have been hidden by Kumail.

The highlight of today is probably there.

After determining the direction of advance, Vermouth took out the device for scanning signals and circuits from his arms and prepared to check the possible location of the first floor.

A hidden room that consumes so much water and electricity and is tightly guarded and controlled must be indispensable for circuits.

In Noah's monitoring room.

"Is she looking for something?" Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at this old colleague who had never met before, walking back and forth in the room, turned his head, and looked at his teammates beside him in confusion.

Vermouth dawdled in and out, and dawdled in looking for things, fighting wits and courage with the air for a long enough time. Now not only other people, but even Xingchuan Hui, who had gone out for a walk, came back and sat near the door, waiting to show up at the right time.

"They are mystics like this." Xingchuan Hui, a half-brewery employee, was not surprised. "Regarding this issue, the leader and we have a long-term bet project, you can also participate if you are interested."

"What bet?" Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had a vague guess when he heard the mystic, asked cautiously.

It feels like I will definitely hear some strange discussions next.

"Who will spend the longest time searching the space arranged by Noah, Vermouth, Officer Furuya, Detective Conan, and others?" Akemi Miyano chuckled, obviously one of the participants.

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought about her question for a while, and was actually stumped for a moment.

He looked at Vermouth, who had already started to look for circuits along the wall, and couldn't help asking: "So, this house really doesn't have any mechanisms?"

"No." Noah, standing in front of the table, turned around and answered from the perspective of a designer, "When I was making it, I asked the leader whether to add some arrangements, but he said no."

"'Anyway, there are no puzzles, they can have fun with themselves, why waste that computing power.'" Xingchuan Hui repeated Tang Ze's original words, raised his chin and gestured to Vermouth on the screen.

Acting cautiously, Vermouth, who was always tense, was still immersed in the tense atmosphere of solving puzzles.

The first to be excluded were the rooms in the outer circle. The structure of the restaurant and the reception room was extremely simple and easy to see, and it didn't look like there were any secret doors.

In the inner circle of rooms, she suspected that the atrium, vegetation and small courtyard buildings were a good cover for the mechanism, but considering the effort required to do so, she ruled out this conjecture.

Just a dozen days after Kumer obtained the identity of Goro Akechi, Shuichi Akai was exposed and defected during the mission of cooperating with Gin.

Bourbon left Tokyo the next day. It was at this time that Kumer received the task of replacing Karasawa Akira and interrogating the whereabouts of the information.

This was an emergency. Unless Shuichi Akai had communicated with Kumer in advance, the reaction time left for him would definitely be very short. His actions would be very hasty and it would be impossible to set up a passage that would take time to build.

The only possibility was to slightly change the original structure...

Thinking in this way, Vermouth carefully checked the circuits of the two rooms and finally stopped in front of the wardrobe in the cloakroom.

The previous owner died of homicide, and his personal belongings had been emptied by the police and family members after the case was concluded. There were only many sundries packed in cardboard boxes left in the cloakroom, and the dust raised made the room with only one light gray. .

Judging from the surface, it seemed that no one had set foot here for a long time, but Belmod looked at the gray carpet laying on the ground and strode in.

Unlike the floored room, the footprints here will be less obvious. There is no professional survey equipment to assist in judgment. At a glance, it looks very consistent with the state of being still unused.

So the possibility here is very high.

Belmode opened all the closet doors in the cloakroom one by one.

The friction sound caused by the slide rails kept ringing. The uneasy feeling that she could not see behind the door clearly and that she might be exposed to some surveillance at any time made her feel even more nervous.

In this atmosphere, Belmod finally found what he wanted to see behind a closet.

The built-in safe, just like the ones found in many hotels, appeared here without any surprise, but it made Belmode more careful when he stretched out his hand.

Password, password...what will the password be...

She only had one chance with the five-digit password.

Staring at the number nine key in front of him, Belmode thought for a moment and pressed it tentatively.

If, she means, if Kumel did not kill Tang Zezhao for some unknown reason after completing his mission, what changed his mind?

Akira Karasawa, and the name Karasawa Ikawa gave to his core invention...

The words this child said in a weak voice at the last moment when he was shot were words that only Kumail heard in the world...

With various thoughts swirling in his mind, Belmod pressed it carefully.

Akira——25472——

"drop--"

A weak electronic sound sounded, and the green indicator light on the keyhole lit up.

Belmode pursed his lips and slowly opened the small safe door.

There was also nothing in the cabinet, but a lever that was obviously a switch was quietly embedded in the back of the safe.

"She really guessed it right?" Shimabukuro Kimie covered her mouth in surprise, "This password seems easy to say, but she can guess it..."

When she said this, she looked at Xingchuan Hui.

If Kumail is really Hoshikawa Teru himself, this password setting is quite reasonable.

Karasawa's name was given by his parents, and Hoshikawa Teru's name was given to him by himself, but by coincidence, although their names have different Chinese characters, they are both akira when written down.

Did Belmode really discover something wrong, and also said that this was also part of Karasawa's temptation?

Faced with the curious looks of several people, Noah shrugged: "Actually, it makes no difference. Even if she presses five 1s or five 0s, the door will still open."

This is what Karasawa meant. He said that only the Riddler can figure out what the Riddler is thinking. Instead of trying to predict Belmod, it is better to be direct.

So in fact, this password box does not have an exact pass code set at all. If anyone presses any five numbers, the door will open.

Several people in the room rolled their eyelids and covered their foreheads, but they couldn't help but feel at the same time that this approach was indeed very Tang Ze.

"If you think about it carefully, it's not surprising." After being speechless for a moment, Asai Narumi laughed again, "After all, his purpose was not to stop Belmode."

As the lever moved, a crack slowly opened in the wall behind the wardrobe.

"He has made so many preparations for this day, tinkering around and trying to hint, just for this moment." Shimabukuro Kimie, who has been studying trauma and medical content for a long time because of Karasawa's request, nodded in agreement.

A staircase leading down appeared behind the door. The not-so-bright light in the cloakroom stretched Belmod's shadow very long, extending all the way to the door below.

"I even dragged Zero to act out this weird script with him, constantly improving the character's logic..." Zhufu Jingguang shook his head, "I don't know what Karasawa's plan is, but Belmod must have played a role in it. Very important role.”

Belmode walked down the stairs slowly.

The shoe covers and processed soles made no sound. She walked down silently and stood in front of the smooth metal door.

There are no exposed mechanisms or password disks on this door, and as the entrance door behind you closes automatically, this door opens slowly and automatically.

"We'll see." Miyano Akemi turned her chair and approached the screen set up by Noah.

Everyone in the Phantom Thieves gathered around the screen.

Tang Ze, who had his back to the door, seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look in the direction of the person.

Belmode stood in front of the door in a daze, looking at the young man sitting in the wheelchair, dumbfounded.

Although she had expected this, even though she had some subtle suspicions in her mind from the moment she saw the photo...

But watching this scene happen before her eyes, and seeing Tang Zezhao, who should have been dead long ago, appear in front of her eyes in an image that she had not expected, Bermod was still shocked.

Kumail, Kumail is really...

Is he crazy? What good does this do to himself? !

Tang Zezhao is actually not dead!

How did he hide it, how did he do all this, the video sent to the organization, and the flash card he handed in that indeed detected Karasawa Akira's DNA...

Chaotic emotions roared in Vermouth's head, but she took off her hat and showed her blond hair in a calm and peaceful manner.

Having come here, it was impossible for her to avoid being discovered by Kumail, so there was no need to continue to hide her secrets.

She walked into this spacious basement.

"Who are you?" The young man sitting in the middle of the room turned the handle on the side of the wheelchair, quickly adjusted the angle of the wheelchair, and faced the strange visitor head-on.

Vermouth lowered her eyes and stared at the pale-skinned man.

"Are you Tang Ze Zhao...?" The answer was obvious, but she still asked back as if to confirm.

Even without considering this familiar face, his physical condition was enough to explain who he was.

When she saw him for the first time, because she could only see his profile clearly, Vermouth did not have any other feelings except being shocked by his identity.

However, now that she saw the other person's whole body, Vermouth's shock added more meaning.

Scars of all sizes covered all of his skin exposed outside his clothes.

His face was crisscrossed with scars of four or five ten-centimeter lengths that completely destroyed his handsome face. The most conspicuous one ran diagonally from the brow to the bridge of the nose and stretched all the way to the side of the cheek. Anyone who saw this face would have to take a step back because of the slightly horrifying visual effect.

But his face was the least injured part of him.

The scars on his neck and collarbone were large and small, deep and shallow, and the scars were as hideous as spider webs and sank into his clothes.

The forearms and wrists exposed by the cuffs were completely deformed due to the loss of skin and muscles, especially on the back of the hand. The two penetrating wounds that were once deep enough to see the bone completely changed the smooth back of the hand.

The hand is an important moving part that can perform many delicate operations. Such a serious injury cannot be without any impact. It is not difficult to see his difficulty and clumsiness from the movement of moving the wheelchair.

Because of the pants, Belmode could not see the condition of his legs clearly, but just looking at the legs and feet hanging weakly under the trouser legs, it is not difficult to imagine how miserable it would be.

That's right, if there was nothing wrong with his legs, how could he be sitting in a wheelchair?

Vermouth asked this, just to confirm that the person in front of her was still the "complete" Tang Ze Zhao.

She had not forgotten the shot that hit his temple directly in the video. Even if he survived by chance, it was a miracle among miracles that he could still maintain a clear consciousness.

"... I am. Do you know me?" Facing this strange intruder, Tang Ze narrowed his eyes, "Or do you know my father?"

Tang Ze's appearance combines many characteristics of Tang Ze Ikawa and Tang Ze Leona, but because of his very distinctive eyes and fluffy hair, anyone who knows Tang Ze Ikawa will quickly realize the blood relationship between them.

"You are actually still alive." After getting confirmation from the person himself, Vermouth murmured in surprise.

This surprise is not only about Tang Ze Zhao's survival that is almost a medical miracle, but also about the other party's still complete cognition and memory, and his still sober, seemingly not overly collapsed mental state.

Tang Ze tilted his head and looked her up and down with a cold scrutiny.

The look that seemed to be checking and scanning every inch made Vermouth feel familiar again.

"You are very suspicious of my survival. It seems that you are one of them." Tang Ze quickly came to the conclusion, and his face, which was already very alert, became even more tense, and the corners of his mouth completely turned down.

As expected of Tang Ze Ichikawa's son, even if he did not grow up with him, he still developed a sharpness and momentum similar to his.

Is this why Tang Ze Zhao can survive in Kumail's hands today?

"I do come from the same place as Kumail." Vermouth nodded under his stare.

"Kumel...?" Tang Ze Zhao frowned and thought for a moment, "Is this how you call Xingchuan Hui?"

"... Xingchuan Hui?" After repeating this unfamiliar name, Vermouth couldn't help but be stunned.

Is this the name that Kumail told Tang Ze Zhao?

It's not surprising that Tang Ze Zhao didn't know the code name Kumail.

After all, the two of them had not known each other for long. Kumel, who had obtained the identity of Goro Akechi, had just made a name for himself as a detective and quickly approached according to the requirements of the mission. Not long after, when Rye Whiskey defected, he used some unknown method to trick Tang Ze into opening the door and killed him in the attic of Bourbon's cafe.

Kumel was recognized by the organization and officially obtained the code name because he killed Tang Ze Zhao and successfully retrieved the important research materials leaked by Tang Ze and his wife.

If Tang Ze Zhao had never seen the sun since that torture and had always been imprisoned in this basement, it would be normal for him not to know Kumel's true condition. Presumably, Kumel would not be able to explain his situation to the victim in detail.

"It seems that this is not his name either." Tang Ze did not seem to be surprised. He just readjusted the wheelchair and moved to the other side of the room. "I don't know why you came here, but no matter what your purpose is, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I can't help you."

"A-choo--" Xingchuan Hui, who was sitting in front of the screen, shuddered and sneezed heavily.

Zhu Fu Jingguang said nothing, silently patted the other person's shoulder, and fully conveyed his sympathy.

After all, you can't escape the fate of being written into the script by Tang Ze, Xingchuan.

Thinking of Furutani Rei who might also be feeling itchy at the moment, Morobushi Kagemitsu felt deep sympathy again.

This guy, Karasawa, played the role of the necessary script and didn't care about the life and death of anyone, including himself.