The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"There is a heavily armed man in the stands in Area E... It's so exaggerated. Why are there people wearing cloaks to watch the game?"

"...Perhaps there is some need for special dressing." Conan was speechless for a moment, and took the time to ask the key points, "Don't act rashly first. After confirming that he has no special circumstances, take a photo and send it to me via email."

Haihara Ai, who was walking beside him, took out the mobile phone with the new message and was silent for a few seconds when he saw the sender.

Before Conan noticed something strange about him, Haibara Ai quickly switched to the contact and changed the other person's name from Hoshikawa Teru to Karasawa, without disturbing the other children who were communicating with the detective badge. Conan, but like he lit up the screen.

Although she didn't know why Tang Ze suddenly changed places with others, in short, what she should do now was to cover up this fact in time.

Conan raised his eyes and saw that the email presented by Haibara Ai concisely and clearly rejected several seats in the east stand that were locked at the coaching bench and player entrances and exits. There was also a line: "At the exit of Gate 18, the ransom requested by the kidnappers is located." ", nodding to indicate that he saw it.

"I also noticed here that there was a guy wearing headphones, a hat and sunglasses. He was wearing very thick clothes and was looking at his watch!" Kojima Mota's excited voice came from inside.

"Don't get too excited. Are you sitting in the front row or something like that?" Conan asked further.

"Standing next to the exit, as if looking for someone."

Standing in a certain spot without moving at all? That might be closer to what an observer would do than a shooter.

Thinking of another possibility, Conan asked cautiously: "Please take a closer look first."

Kojima Genta responded and was quiet for a while, and then his disappointed voice came out: "What? It's Officer Takagi."

Conan raised his eyebrows not too strangely.

Sure enough, the plainclothes team arranged by the police had also blended into the crowd, also trying to cover their tracks and avoid arousing the suspicion of the prisoners.

After eliminating an option in the communication, all three children breathed a subtle sigh of relief.

It seems that in the face of potential gunmen, the three young detectives, who can only rely on themselves, say that there is no problem, but they are still a little nervous in their hearts.

"You guys, you were the one who identified Officer Takagi in a raincoat as the murderer last time, right..."

"Yes, Genta, do you have any objections to him?"

"He, he is quite suspicious..."

While the three of them were joking, Conan used the magnification of his glasses to quietly glance at the photographer's surveillance window in front of him, shook his head at Haiyuan Ai, and walked through the noisy crowd to the next spot.

"You can use mechanical equipment to rotate, but the height of this camera is locked and cannot capture the first row of stands." Conan gave his reason.

"Well, No. 7 is eliminated." Haibara Ai synchronized the results to Xingchuan Hui and sent him this information.

"There are twelve minutes left before halftime." Conan himself checked the time on his watch and whispered, "You three still have twelve minutes to confirm the suspicious candidate, so hurry up."

"Okay!" Three people's loud promises came from the badge, and the chattering channel finally became quiet.

"We have to hurry up. There are currently 4 most likely seats left." Conan grabbed Haibara Ai's arm, passed through the audience who were screaming violently because of a wonderful long pass, and secretly stood on tiptoes. , began to pay attention to the situation of the photographer in front, "Actually, I think the gunman's side may be safer."

"What do you think?"

"They kidnapped more than 50,000 people and only asked for a ransom of more than 50 million yen. Such painless extortion is very unreasonable based on the behavior of this group of people." Conan tried hard to confirm the scene captured by the photographer. He also stayed within the scope of the stadium, and the camera position was fixed sufficiently stable. He shook his head and said, "They actually know very well that the TV station will contact the police no matter what, otherwise the TV station cannot be responsible for the safety of so many people."

Holding only a pistol and relying on the deterrent power of random killings to carry out confident attacks, it is not difficult to maintain the success of the threat.

This "halftime exchange of ransom" content is more like the prisoner's halftime than the team's halftime.

All you need to do is pick up the ransom and then make sure that another gangster who is still in the venue is also likely to have a gun. Then the police will never dare to deal with the person who comes to collect the ransom at will, for fear of letting the other person walk away.

Therefore, the current "gunman" has probably handed over or destroyed his pistol, and Ayumi and the others are facing the one who is unlikely to have a gun.

"...I suddenly understand that feeling, Haiyuan." Conan, who didn't know what to think of from this, suddenly said emotionally.

"What kind of mood? Do you feel like fighting against the gangsters and racking your brains to try to rescue someone?" Haiyuan Ai tilted his head and glanced at the camera seat five or six meters away from them.

According to her impression of Xingchuan Hui, the most suspicious one must be written at the beginning.

So, this No. 13 aircraft...

"Absolutely." Conan sighed, "Although it's not the first time I've encountered an emergency, it's still a bit stressful to think that the hostages are actually the entire stadium's audience and players."

What he remembered was the former colleague who had died, described by Miwako Sato, when they had dinner together with the people from the Investigation Division who had just finished get off work.

Due to the malicious design of the criminal, this police officer with excellent bomb disposal skills had to sit more than ten meters above the ground, waiting for the explosion.

He clearly had the skills and ability to dismantle bombs, not to mention that the bomb in front of him came from the hands of the bomber who had studied it carefully for four years and memorized it by heart. This was the best opportunity he had prepared for a long time to seek justice for his friend who had died.

This was a complete humiliation and mockery. At that time, his mood should have been more complicated than his current mood.

"The 13th camera is right there..." Huiyuan Ai knew very well what Conan was sighing about. She remembered that she had occupied another laboratory, so she reminded him at the right time and changed the subject.

Conan looked at the people in front of him as he said, and frowned.

This photographer is not in his position...

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The person Conan remembered seemed to sense that he was being remembered. His brows were furrowed, and his eyelids and eyelashes were trembling, as if he was eager to wake up.

"Is it okay for him to be like this?" Standing beside the experimental table, looking down at the black-haired man lying on his back in front of him, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked.

He knew how he returned to this world, and he also knew that the goal of Tang Ze and his recent hard work was exactly what was happening in front of him.

But seeing the sleeping Matsuda Jinpei appear in front of him, the shock he caused was still so severe that his fingertips were still trembling slightly.

"It's normal. In fact, it took you a while to wake up after you emerged from the eggshell." Tang Ze looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who was lying there crookedly in a black suit, and shook his head in a difficult way, "Shiho can't watch this surveillance."

"...Is this what you think?" Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but glance sideways at Tang Ze, who was full of emotion.

Since when he woke up, except for the scars and other things that disappeared, all the clothes and even the bloodstains were exactly the same as when he died, he also thought about the situation of other people.

The squad leader is easy to say, but Matsuda and Hagiwara both died in the bombing.

If they really strictly follow the state of death and the state of resurrection, then these two guys may have nothing to wear.

Considering this, when he walked into the laboratory, Zhu Fu Jingguang also took a large blanket from the living room to avoid some scenes that are not suitable for children.

Who would have thought that the actual situation could be even more exaggerated than he imagined.

"Then what else do you think?" Tang Ze folded up the sunglasses that fell to the side and put them in the pocket of his suit for Matsuda Jinpei, "Do I have to comfort you, it's a good thing you chose to shoot at that time, Senior Jingguang?"

Thinking that this sentence was a bit awkward, but unable to refute, Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

He was surrounded on the rooftop at that time. If he had not chosen to shoot through the phone without hesitation in order to destroy the data, but chose to jump down, God knows what kind of indescribable special effects would be when he was resurrected.

Yes, this time Matsuda Jinpei's appearance was accompanied by sound and light special effects.

Almost the next moment when the two rushed back to the base and walked into the laboratory, the eggshell that had been completely cracked shattered.

As if the explosion was reproduced in reality, the egg exploded directly on the laboratory table with smoke and fire, and Tang Ze was so scared that he hurried forward to confirm that there was no damage to the surrounding instruments.

This was all the money he had saved up for his drug store, Ai Huihara, and there were many ongoing experiments. If it was destroyed by his own people, Ai Huihara would never agree to bring the egg in again.

After approaching the experimental table, Tang Ze immediately confirmed that the effect in front of him was a special effect without actual damage.

The smoke and dust that exploded suddenly shrank back inwards, and then a figure fell from the air and hit the metal experimental table heavily.

When he first appeared, he was accompanied by pieces of cloth and other items that were still burning. Tang Ze, who had sharp eyes, could clearly see his body covered with carbonized wounds.

But when Zhu Fu Jingguang took two steps over, it was as if time was automatically retracing. All the wounds on his body disappeared, and even his suit was restored to its intact state. The sunglasses on his face fell crookedly on the other side of the experimental table.

It was as if Matsuda Jinpei himself had fallen from the explosion site three years ago and landed on the experimental table, which made Morifushi Keimitsu unable to help but reach out to confirm that the other party had not knocked him unconscious.

Just by looking at his appearance, one can imagine what kind of appearance Hagiwara Kenji will appear in the future. It seems that Morifushi Keimitsu, who glowed a little and then lay there peacefully, is a relatively quiet and gentle type.

Morifushi Keimitsu could only comfort himself in this way.

"Then shall we wait here for him to wake up? The game is only 90 minutes. According to the criminal's style of behavior, he should attack the police in the afternoon." Morifushi Keimitsu, who stretched out his hand to confirm that the other party's heartbeat and pulse were very stable, sighed slightly.

If possible, he still hopes that Matsuda Jinpei can fulfill his previous wish and personally catch the criminal for Hagiwara.

If it takes too long to wake up, I'm afraid he won't be able to catch up.

"His body has fully recovered, it's just that his consciousness has not yet fully awakened. There is really no time to wait for him to slowly wake up."

Tang Ze thought for a while, leaned over to Matsuda Jinpei's ear, and whispered something.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing opposite, saw Matsuda Jinpei, who had not moved for more than ten minutes, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What did you say just now?" Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was shocked by the immediate effect, turned his head and looked at Tang Ze.

Tang Ze shrugged: "Nothing, I just said today's date."

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a while, and looked at Matsuda Jinpei again without saying anything.

Even if he died, the time was still firmly engraved in his heart. This guy might really be so impatient to return to the world in order to punish the criminals.

The eyes were completely filled with golden light, full of inorganic metal texture. After a few seconds, the gold began to fade, revealing Matsuda Jinpei's original pupil color.

As if he had no idea what was happening, Matsuda Jinpei suddenly sat up from the rigid metal table, almost instinctively wanting to take a defensive posture. After seeing the surrounding environment clearly, he gradually relaxed his limbs and showed a blank expression.

Having experienced the process once, Morobushi Jingguang could understand the other party's current mood.

From Matsuda Jinpei's perspective, perhaps he was sitting in the cabin of the Ferris wheel in the last second, feeling the explosion light head-on, and suddenly appeared in a strange place full of instruments in the next second. This seamless connection in memory was indeed very confusing for them who had already known that they were about to die.

Thinking of this, Morobushi Jingguang looked at Tang Ze vigilantly, and decided to take the initiative to step forward and pat the other party on the shoulder before the other party came up with any new tricks: "Matsuda..."

He didn't forget what kind of battle he faced when he woke up. It was a thrilling experience that he was almost scared to death by Tang Ze again.

Matsuda Jinpei turned his head to look at him, and immediately recognized his face, and was shocked: "Ah? Hiro?! You are not..."

Of course Matsuda Jinpei could not mistake his friend's face, but he secretly knew about his friend's death a few months ago, and even because of his work situation, he didn't even have the opportunity to visit his grave...

Patting his intact clothes and even touching his sunglasses that were intact in his pocket, Matsuda Jinpei scratched his hair twice, as if he finally realized something.

He exhaled and muttered to himself: "So there really is a country after death? Then Hagi... Speaking of which, the underworld is so modern now? Don't you need to take a boat or something?"

"Puff..." Tang Ze, who had been pretending to be non-existent for a long time, couldn't hold it back when he heard this, and laughed.