The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Matsuda——!"

Hearing the sound that quickly disappeared into the crowd, the man standing in the crowd turned his head warily, looked left and right, and then looked back suspiciously.

This was a very familiar name. He knew clearly about the injustice he had created through television, so of course he had heard of similar names.

Perhaps it was for this reason that at a special time like today, a surname that was obviously common enough caught his attention.

He turned his head and continued to follow the excited crowd. The peripheral vision of his eyes always stayed on the periphery of the crowd, the vehicles parked outside the closed railings, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened.

He was waiting, waiting, waiting for an opening.

It is a hunter's instinct to find a vulnerable and lonely lamb so that it can easily end its life and tear its flesh and blood.

It's time to start harvesting again, and his carnival is about to begin.

The scene last time was a bit rushed. It was a pity that I couldn't have a good time with those sanctimonious police officers. I hope this year's celebration can satisfy them.

The man whose attention was always focused on the outside of the crowd did not realize that as his mood gradually became higher and higher, more and more eyes in the crowd in his field of vision moved towards his face, and some weird tearing feeling was slowly eroding away. .

The story of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind is unfolding on this day filled with colorful ribbons and flowers.

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"What's wrong, Officer Sato? She looks so sad."

From a distance, I saw the lost Miwako Sato standing on the street, looking at the crowd in front of her, unable to recover. Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya asked the classmates around him in a low voice.

Having had many interactions with these police officers and gradually becoming familiar with them, he gradually realized how much weight of relatives and colleagues Sato Miwako carried on her young shoulders. No one could deny that she was a respectable young police officer.

"...The fax we received is very similar to what we received in a case we handled three years ago." Shiratori Rensaburo, who was pushed aside by her, showed no resentment on his face. "We are in disguise today, just Worried about being recognized by gangsters.”

"The criminal who has been at large for three years? Is it the bombing case you mentioned before..." Conan, who had heard the relevant content at the dinner table, reacted very quickly, "Has the prisoner made any movements again?"

This bombing case, in addition to the characteristics of conventional serial bombing attacks, has a distinctive feature, that is, the criminals were obviously targeting the police. It is similar to the case that occurred in the stadium in the morning. As long as public safety is used as a threat, The more dedicated and dedicated a police officer is, the more likely he is to suffer casualties in such cases.

The police officers who died one after another at the hands of this person are enough to illustrate this problem. They dressed up in disguise, probably considering that the criminal had a high probability of knowing their colleagues who had died.

"So, is that guy making any new moves?" Conan instinctively looked at the crowded, dark crowd, and his brows suddenly tightened.

It was specious, a fax that seemed to be a threat but did not give a clear message. Compared with the team's first victory in three years, the extremely excited and high enthusiasm of the crowd. No one dared to say that nothing would happen, but until there were no definite clues, Direct evacuation or halting the march would face equally huge resistance.

It is completely deliberately toying with the police, wasting police resources, and even suspected of diverting their attention from the real target.

However, the police who understood all this could only jump in with their eyes closed. This was a conspiracy of malicious calculations against kindness.

Another vicious design.

"Everyone has been patrolling for a while, but there hasn't been any movement. It's hard to say, but it might be a prank created by someone with knowledge of the situation." Rensaburo Shiratori crossed his arms and breathed out heavily, "We can only be careful first."

It was a great day for everyone, but they had it so hard. Searching for a lesson was not an easy job.

Conan looked at Miwako Sato, who was slowly coming back to her senses. She was holding on to the street lamp, lowering her head, as if she was trying to adjust her emotions, and her mood could not help but fluctuate.

Realizing that now, just in Sato Miwako, her father's sacrifice, the former boss and team members who died one after another in the Futo Kyosuke case, died at the hands of bombers three years ago, Sato Miwako still can't let go of Matsuda Jinpei...

Miwako Sato is still very young, but the road under her feet is already stained with so much blood. Where are the other police officers?

"actually……"

Seeing his sudden voice, Haihara Ai turned her head and looked at Conan, fully expecting him to have something to say about this case.

"...actually, if you think about it carefully, calling the detective the savior of the police is a bit too joking and a bit too arrogant." The world's top high school student detective said this, "Compared to simply solving crimes, front-line work There’s a lot more responsibility and a lot more danger.”

"It's rare to be so humble, Great Detective." Haiyuan Ai shook his head, "But what he said makes sense."

It's just not his style to be a little sober.

Usually you can only see it when you make a decision without hesitation or show your resourcefulness. The charm of wisdom rarely transcends age and experience, and it was revealed in this emotion.

"If it were me... forget it." After thinking about it, Conan stopped his thoughts and just concentrated on observing the bustling streets.

Facing the answers delivered by others with their lives, a frivolous assumption seems so feeble.

It's better to use practical actions to protect what they try their best to protect.

Haibara Ai looked at the figure of Sato Miwako slowly walking back after adjusting her condition, and sighed silently in her heart.

She, who pays close attention to all progress in the laboratory, now knows that when Karasawa suddenly exchanged identities with Hoshikawa Teru in the morning, he actually rushed back to the base to witness Matsuda Jinpei's awakening.

This phantom living in everyone's past has broken through the smoke and dust of the explosion and returned to the world.

I hope everything in three years will be what he wanted to see back then.

While several people here were immersed in emotion and speculation, Miyamoto Yumi quietly retracted her head from the car window and secretly sent a message to Takagi Wataru.

[You haven’t arrived yet? Things have changed! Regardless of whether you're here or not, quickly put away your wigs and stuff! If Sato goes berserk after seeing you, don't blame me for not warning you! 】

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"She feels quite sad." After noticing Miwako Sato's approach, he couldn't help but pick up Matsuda Jinpei and run away. Kagemitsu Morofushi confirmed that they were completely out of Miwako Sato's sight, and then turned to look at the slightly embarrassed Miwako Sato. Matsuda Jinpei.

Unprepared to be lifted off the ground by a circle of surrounding Phantom Thieves - especially when three of them were still dressed in women's clothing - Matsuda Jinpei felt a little confused. He stepped back on the solid ground, and his I.Q. Only recovered after grounding.

This group of people is really...

Matsuda Jinpei, who was speechless for a few seconds, also looked in the direction of Sato Miwako. However, as the crowd squeezed, the street corner was completely submerged in strange figures, and the expression of the policewoman standing there could no longer be seen clearly.

"I think I should say sorry." Matsuda Jinpei sighed without looking back in that direction.

"What are you sorry for? This matter is not your fault. No one wants to see the sacrifice." Zhu Fu Jingguang observed his expression and said slowly.

"I mean, I want to apologize for hiding it later." Matsuda Jinpei shook his head, "I think I should have left a big shadow on her, but it seems that now I can only make her sad."

"Oh? Isn't it just to tease others before you die?" Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyebrows and bumped his shoulder, "Death is so close, and the last thing you do is to leave something for others That kind of text message is something that will make people sad for a lifetime, you guy."

"I'm about to die. Can't I be a little willful and leave some traces of my existence to my last contact?" Matsuda Jinpei tilted his head, "I'm not lying, I really like her. Character of a girl.”

In order to resurrect his friend, Zhufu Jingguang, who had thoroughly understood each other's preferences in all aspects, glanced at her sideways: "I understand, I understand, you may not have a deep affection for her, you just like the kind of person who can point your nose and talk to you. The quarrelsome mature sister.”

"Hey, hey, you're talking like this is some kind of weird habit..." Matsuda Jinpei wasn't bothered by what he said.

After all, he just prefers the eldest sister, and has never really had any romantic relationships with the opposite sex. Is it better than falling in love with Zero, who is from the mother's family? At this point, the eldest brother does not talk about the second brother.

Moreover, although Sato Miwako was 25 years old at the time, her performance in the workplace was still that of an immature and impulsive newcomer. Her style was actually a bit green and not entirely in her strike zone.

As if he had seen through his divergent thinking, Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his eyebrows: "You are 26 now and she is 28. After all, don't you have more ideas?"

Recalling Karasawa's joke about congratulating you on being three years younger than Rei Fukiya and getting younger as you live, Zhufu Jingguang blurted out his hell joke, causing several teammates who were keeping quiet to listen to their bickering to cough a few times.

"Pfft, cough... Sorry, sorry, you continue." Miyano Akemi, who was not holding back, waved her hand and pulled the mask on her face tighter.

I feel that this should be said by Karasawa, it is very similar to the black humor that the other party can tell.

Sure enough, Karasawa can be regarded as a symptom, very contagious.

Matsuda Jinpei, who choked on Morofuku Kagemitsu's hell joke, was stunned for a moment, and then he hit him back with his elbow in a state of confusion.

According to Jing, they were indeed planning to bring back Hagi and the squad leader, and even the squad leader's girlfriend who died due to a related tragedy. According to this calculation, wouldn't Hagi have to live half a round younger than them...

"So, are you still not going to meet her?" After the laughter, Zhu Fu Jingguang asked seriously, "As long as you think it is reliable enough, in fact, no one objects to having a few insiders outside the group."

Just like what Tang Ze said to him before, their resurrection from the dead is a secret that must not be disclosed at will, but it is just the fact that they are still alive in the world. As long as they want to, Tang Ze will never stop them. Reach out to old friends.

If Matsuda Jinpei really wants to meet Sato Miwako and let her know that she is not dead, no one will object. Instead, they will help him plan closely and try to find a balanced method for him.

"Still not." Matsuda Jinpei answered quickly this time, "I have caused enough trauma and pressure to her, and I should not disrupt her life anymore."

Miwako Sato now has a more mature appearance, can cope with work more freely, has more admirers and friends, and has already formed a stable social circle.

And while he accepts the miracle, he will also bear the price of this cause and effect. It may be difficult for him to walk in the world with his own appearance again in this life.

To each other, they are both people stuck in the past and should not cause more trouble to each other in the future.

"Besides, there are things in front of us that we should pay more attention to." Matsuda Jinpei ended his short sigh, and his eyes passed through the barriers of the crowd and pierced a certain direction in front of him.

"Officer Takagi's car is about to arrive." Naomi Asai, who was playing with his cell phone with his head down, said, "The criminal is about to take action."

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"That guy is finally here." Seeing a familiar vehicle from a distance, Miyamoto Yumi breathed a sigh of relief.

Miwako Sato's mood was obviously not right. She wanted to get out of the car and grab her best friend to comfort her. However, she was still on duty and couldn't abandon her work and concentrate on personal matters. Bai Bai who was standing beside her Torisaburo racked his brains but could not ease Miwako Sato's mood.

Now she can only hope that Takagi Wataru can bring some new changes.

Unlike Rensaburo Shiratori, Miwako Sato finally agreed to Takagi Wataru's dating request more than once. In terms of heart-to-heart distance, Takagi Wataru must have gone one step further.

Throwing his sunglasses on the passenger seat in a panic, Takagi Wataru tightened his tie to the point of strangling his neck, then opened the car door anxiously and got out of the car.

Considering today's incident, although Takagi Wataru had not come when the case occurred three years ago, it was impossible for the bomber to know him, so Megure Thirteen did not ask him to disguise himself, but he still seriously considered how to change his image for a long time.

Today is a different day for Sato Miwako, and this case is also a different case for her.

Miyamoto Yumi knew the text messages in her best friend’s phone that had not been deleted for three years, and also knew about her old car that had been discontinued. She knew very well how nostalgic and heavy-minded her best friend was, so after meeting the troubled Takagi Wataru, she boldly He gave some advice on dressing up like Matsuda Jinpei.

But now that it was proven to be a bad idea, he could only hurriedly comb his hair again, trying not to let Sato have any negative emotions because of him.

Maybe I can't stimulate her at this time. If it's not a good question, let alone the relationship or not, the person may be directly blocked by Sato Miwako.

"Takagi..." Sato Miwako, who reacted slowly, saw Takagi Wataru coming over. She was stunned for a moment, and her stiff back relaxed slightly.

She can always draw some stable energy from this considerate, upright, and somewhat green guy.

Sometimes this reminds her of Matsuda Jinpei, and sometimes it reminds her of more people. All in all, Takagi Wataru is a presence that makes her feel relaxed and comfortable.

At this moment, her emotions, which were stretched to the limit, needed such a gap.

"I seem to have seen Matsuda." After blurting out these words, she slowly exhaled the breath that she was holding on to.

The back figure disappearing in the Ferris wheel car at dusk is not only an important memory that she cannot forget, but also a key scene that is replayed in her nightmares, making her often wake up in melancholy and sadness.

I can't admit it, she thought.

But he was dead long ago, leaving in front of her in the midst of her prayerful gaze, and now this feeling was so absurd.

"Don't worry, my spirit is normal." Before her worried colleagues and friends could speak, she waved her hand and said proactively, "Maybe it's because of today."

"Sato, do you need to take a rest? Your condition is not very good." Seeing the slightly deformed blond wig being held in her hands, Takagi Wataru said worriedly, "You will continue to be on duty."

"...It's okay, I'm fine." Sato Miwako closed her eyes and slowly put the things in her hands back on her head.

The closer this day came, the more likely it was that she would have to face that hateful prisoner, and the less she could control herself.

Falling into an emotional breakdown will allow that guy to succeed.

In the eyes of all the insiders at the scene, she stood up straight again and walked in the other direction without looking back, causing the remaining people to exchange worried glances.

Karasawa's gaze went beyond Takagi Wataru's uneasy expression and went directly to his car parked across the street.

From time to time, the vehicles parked near the edge of the crowd would be slightly covered by the crowd. Of course, it was impossible for the noisy parade to pay attention to such small issues as whether it hindered police patrols.

This is an opportunity to take advantage of.

Karasawa raised his hand and squeezed the small round hand on Noah's left side hanging on the side of his commuter bag, sending a prepared signal.

"The criminal has started to take action." Tang Ze said in a weak voice, "Noah, the palace information has begun to be prepared. Notify Brother Chengshi to take action directly. Please ask Sister Junhui to assist. Others will follow."

The Phantom Thieves, who had been well prepared, did not move from their original positions in the crowd, and acted individually according to the original plan.

Matsuda Jinpei, who received a clear signal from Zhufu Jingguang, couldn't wait any longer.

So, twenty minutes later, when Takagi Wataru, who was preparing to move the car according to Miyamoto Yumi's request, walked to the car door, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the mailbox on the roadside.

"Eh...?" Turning his head, he saw the face of a strange curly-haired man. Takagi was stunned for a moment. Before he could ask what the other person's purpose was, a loud noise came.

He looked back hastily.

His car was lifted up by the huge air wave and exploded without warning.