The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

When he opened his eyes in a daze, Motohashi Yoji instinctively raised his hand to block the direct sunlight from his eyes. It took a lot of effort to recognize that he was lying in his apartment.

His hands and feet were numb and he stared straight ahead. His face did not improve in any way because of the relatively safe environment. On the contrary, it became paler with the silence around him.

Like a frightened bird, he moved his eyes around nervously before sitting up hesitantly.

It's not a question of his mental state now. Under the attack of successive terrifying dreams, his sanity has long been gone.

I don't know if it was the effect of the medicine given by the psychiatrist, or his attempt to use medicine to eliminate the hallucinations angered the attacker. After swallowing the pills, his severe auditory and visual hallucinations suddenly changed their course.

If the previous attacks were intensive strafing, which kept him seeing visions of the policemen he killed three years ago and the flames of bombs, after taking the drug, the scenes he experienced suddenly became more terrifying and more hidden.

The reflection in the mirror will have a different expression than his, and suddenly change into another look. Things he touches may suddenly appear blood stains at any time. Even if he is just walking normally, the ground will suddenly be covered with sharp thorns. The severe pain from the metal digging into the sole of his foot made him scream in agony, to the point where he almost alerted his neighbors to call the police...

Is this the method used by the "Phantom Thieves of the Heart" to make criminals kneel down and beg for mercy and confess their past?

His painful and fragile spirit screamed unwillingly in his brain.

Using such despicable means to defeat someone, those guys, those guys...!

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Just when Motohashi Yoji was about to smash the thing at hand, a slightly joking voice sounded beside his pillow.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at the source of the sound, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage and hostility.

That was his cell phone on the bedside.

"Because you will be anxious later."

The speaker played the last half of the sentence. Yoji Motohashi grabbed the phone and was about to click on the call or anything else. When the conflict threatened the person, or his own hallucination roared something, he suddenly realized in horror. arrive--

He turned off his cell phone before going to bed last night.

Just when his body was stiff and he was holding the phone and not knowing what to do next, a human silhouette suddenly appeared on the black screen of the phone.

Motohashi Yoji, whose mind was in confusion, thought it was some kind of remote control video or picture, so he frantically pressed the power button several times.

The next second, his phone turned on under his control.

His cell phone was indeed turned off before.

The shadow on the screen seemed to be placed in front of all the pictures and cast directly on Motohashi Yoji's retina, still walking forward leisurely.

"Yoji Motohashi, you probably feel that you have become our 'target' and you will soon have to 'change your mind' in humiliation through torture and seek asylum by bowing your head to the police you despise the most..."

Speaking of this, Shadow's footsteps stopped.

"...You really think too highly of yourself. Some people are not worthy of repentance."

At this point, this joking, full of laughter voice completely dropped, and a cold temperament came out of his words.

"I heard that you are a genius in bomb making. Seven years ago, you relied on self-study and patchwork materials to make a powerful enough plastic bomb. I am very curious about this. I guess you don't mind your business either. Can your skills be tested by professionals?”

Yoji Motohashi, who was staring at the screen of his mobile phone, felt his heart tighten when he heard this. Then, as if the fog in front of his eyes was suddenly lifted, he finally noticed the ground outside the bed in the bedroom.

Some rough electrical tape and wires were randomly exposed there, with his bed as the center of the circle, as if a magic circle was drawn. Together with the pressure plate, photoresistor and other components, it formed a circuit that covered a large area. .

At the outermost edge of the circuit, close to the balcony, was a metal block whose size made Yoji Motohashi tremble with fear.

No matter how you look at the length, width and height of that thing, it is almost the same as his favorite time bomb.

"This is your favorite design. I appreciate guys with personal taste, so I choose to respect your setting. All materials, including the bomb itself, come from your own inventory, and are things you are very familiar with. Well, it’s fair that we spent a lot of time setting it up, right?”

"...You, you fucking..." Motohashi Yoji, who wanted to curse a few words, glanced at the lines on the ground. He didn't dare to say the next curse words, but responded with an angry tone, " You are just colluding with the police by using shabby lynching and torture..."

"You don't really think your skills are better than the police, do you?" The figure on the phone interrupted his resentment in surprise, "My purpose is not to tell you that we are better than you - everyone knows that we are better than you. , no need to prove. I just want to tell you that you can hurt others not because of your level, and you are not a genius to be proud of. You just have no bottom line."

The figure on the mobile phone slowly enlarges, as if it is getting closer and closer to the "lens".

The voice of the voice also changes with the figure, and gradually becomes like a whisper, or the low hissing sound of a snake.

"When you meet an opponent who has no bottom line, how much better can you be than the police you look down on? I'm curious. So——"

"I want to play a game."

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Matsuda Jinpei watched Karasawa chattering on his phone for a long time. In the end, his whole body was almost glued to the screen and he gave a classic super villain speech, his expression was slightly speechless.

Although the truth is correct, the look of this dark whisper...

Should I say that the joker is very playful, or should I say with emotion that he is really an underage guy?

"It's done." After saying the last words, Karasawa cut off the communication that Noah helped to build, stretched out, and sat up from the soft pillow.

This is a divination cabin in an amusement park. It is designed like an ordinary witch's room, with heavy curtains and blankets, soft pillows and a huge crystal ball in the middle.

Tangze was very satisfied with this resting place, so he threw the witch wearing oil makeup out and occupied this place to rest for the whole night.

Although he and Matsuda Jinpei stayed in the palace and did not go out, they were much more energetic than the members of the Phantom Thieves who had been out all night planting bombs.

"So, the bomb and trigger circuit you asked me to design yesterday were used on the prisoner himself?" Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows, threw away the blanket covering himself and stood up, "Are you trying to give us a vent? ? Anyway, thank you."

But what this bomber hurt was not just the police officer of the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team No. 2 of Hagiwara Ken who was killed in the bomb, but also many more people who were shadowed by this unscrupulous threat.

Matsuda Jinpei, who has seen the inner world of Yoji Motohashi, can understand what the Phantom Thieves are doing, but he still doesn't support it.

Letting such a dark and dirty guy die just to vent his anger would miss the public comfort of an open and fair trial.

Only by letting this scum be dragged out of the shadows into the light and accepted for scrutiny and trial can the damage caused to society by his wanton behavior be truly repaired.

"Are you trying to say that you shouldn't blow him up directly?" Tangze was keenly aware of Matsuda Jinpei's subtext and raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, I didn't mean to blow him up directly, I just killed him with one explosion. Just explode."

That bomb was not filled with explosives.

It's not that Tang Ze didn't have it. Thanks to Emperor Baisen Valley, their warehouse was equipped with a considerable amount of high-energy explosives. But as Tang Ze said before, letting this guy die is a bit too cheap for him. Tang Ze Ze still wants to make the best use of everything.

"Just like the smoke bombs he made that caused the police to run around, there were just some colorful ribbons and some small gifts from us." Tang Ze smiled, "He likes making smoke bombs so much, he must have a sense of humor. person, right? I have asked Noah to send the specific game rules. It is now 7:30 in the morning, and he still has 4 and a half hours to actively use his brain to solve the puzzle. "The bomb may be fake, I've already said that, it's fair."

The corners of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth twitched and he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.

He guessed the joker's reason for doing this.

The criminals will spread suspicions, and through a vague notice, they can make the police in Tokyo investigate 24 hours a day. It is nothing more than relying on it. Even if the police know that the bombs on the railway are probably fake, they still have to do it. After checking, I had to confirm them one by one.

He had no scruples, but the police didn't dare to gamble.

But now the joker is very carefree and tells the prisoner bluntly that the bomb might also be fake, using the same psychology.

Now it is the prisoner himself who has received the bomb threat, so does he dare to take a gamble?

This bomb is definitely not likely to cause death, but it is extremely humiliating. Especially after the threat of death fades, the prisoner will definitely go into a complete rage.

A self-important person who looks at and plays with others arrogantly will only feel doubly humiliated when he is treated with the same arrogance.

"... Anyway, thank you." He smacked his lips, and in the end, Matsuda Jinpei could only express his thanks again with complicated emotions.

"You're welcome. Just relax, I will leave enough time for those who are dissatisfied with him to kick him one by one. Let's go, we'd better arrive at the core location before 12 o'clock."

"Huh? Didn't you say you don't need to change your mind?"

"Yeah, but what if he gets mad at our bomb at 12 o'clock? You still need to be aware of the crisis."

Matsuda Jinpei, who didn't know whether to believe Karasawa's lies for a moment: "..."

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"Red...red...red..."

"Stop reading it, you're making my head hurt." Haiyuan Ai let go of the towel on his body and poked Conan with his elbow, who was humming mosquitoes nearby early in the morning. "If there are no clues for the time being, it's better to let it go."

"How can I rest at ease..." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Conan put down the map in his hand and exhaled.

The malicious criminal doesn't know where he is hiding, and his active brain can't stop until he solves this man's conspiracy.

Haiyuan Ai glanced at Xingchuan Hui, who was sleeping uneasily in the last row and was about to be woken up by Conan, and silently shook his head.

Well, it's not incomprehensible. After all, Kudo didn't know how close Karazawa and the others were to the case.

The person who died three years ago is now on his way to settle the score with the prisoner. In fact, even if Kudo completely lets go and doesn't care about the case, the Phantom Thieves can still solve this incident well.

But if Kudo was someone who let go so easily, he wouldn't have received such a level of recognition from Karasawa.

Thinking of this, Haiyuan Ai cleared his throat and gave some hints: "As I said before, this prisoner is like a naughty child who got a bomb as a toy. He didn't design any tricks at all, he was just full of desire. He can’t design too complicated a puzzle because of his malicious intent.”

This is a naive prisoner who is out of touch with society. He only knows how to judge everything based on his own likes and dislikes.

The child's IQ and purpose did not allow him to design an overly complicated riddle. Kudo respected the other person's IQ too much, but it was easy for him to fall into misunderstandings.

"You're right. Maybe my thinking is too complicated. Maybe it should be simpler..." Conan put the map on his lap, turned his head and looked out the car window at the morning light in Tokyo.

A thin layer of misty blue enveloped the rows of buildings. Sitting in the driver's seat of the SUV, Wataru Takagi was still concentrating on driving, not noticing the movement behind him.

Sato Miwako, who couldn't sit still for a moment, handed them over to Takagi Wataru and asked him to call the police station's vehicle to send these elementary school students and high school students home.

No matter what, it is still inappropriate for a group of minors to stay up late into the night with the police.

Takagi Wataru took in several children and is now on his way back to Yoneka Town from the station.

Traffic jams in Tokyo during the morning rush hour are insane, so it will probably take a while to get to Yoneka Town.

"Get on the red...iron box..." Standing by the car window, Conan looked at the silhouettes of city buildings and muttered.

"If it's red, that one can be considered red, right?" Covering his ears, Xingchuan Hui raised his hand unbearably and pointed in a certain direction outside the window.

Conan's eyes immediately turned to that location.

That is--

"Eastern Capital Tower!"

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"What, the bomb is in the Toto Tower? Are you sure Takagi!"

"Absolutely not wrong!" Standing at the bottom of the radio tower, Takagi Wataru looked up at the tall red and white building with a very firm tone, "There is something wrong with their controller."

The Toto Tower is one of the landmark buildings in Tokyo. It is a radio tower built with the Eiffel Tower as its parent model. In addition to the tall iron tower itself, there are four-story iron towers below, as well as multiple observation decks and even an aquarium. and shops.

There are many tourists here. Relying only on the reasoning of Conan, a primary school student, Takagi Wataru would definitely not dare to draw direct conclusions, and let the search class cooperate with him to evacuate the crowd directly.

The reason why the call can be made with such certainty now is because something has happened to the Dongdu Tower.

"Not long after I arrived here, there was a slight explosion in the elevator, and it has stopped now." Takagi Wataru patted his forehead, with a sense of self-blame in his tone, "Maybe it's because I drove a police car and approached the scene, the prisoner I probably think the police have found the location. I should have been more firm when I contacted Officer Memu."

Precisely because he did not dare to directly report the reasoning from the elementary school student as a conclusion to Memu Thirteen, now that the first explosion has occurred, it is very likely that the second stage of the bomb will be activated just like three years ago. However, the official arrival at the scene , Takagi Wataru is the only one.

Three years ago, the person sitting in the malfunctioning car of the Ferris wheel was at least Matsuda Jinpei, an extremely professional EOD technician. Three years later, he was the only one left, a small policeman from the Investigation Division.

But if he didn't enter the elevator immediately, no matter how quickly the surrounding reinforcements arrived, he wouldn't dare to bet on whether the prisoner would immediately activate the bomb in the elevator.

By then, the people accompanying the explosives in the elevator will have to be replaced by innocent tourists and citizens instead of the police, and the impact will only be worse.

"Sato, I have to go take a look at the stopped elevator." Takagi Wataru said in a deep voice, having made up his mind.

"No!" Miwako Sato, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand and driving fast on the expressway, let out an almost broken scream, "That bomb is a trap used to lure the police! You can't go in!"

She has lost so many people, and her love is like a lingering curse.

Now, she finally got out of some of the shadows of the past, and felt the long-lost peace of mind from Takagi Wataru. The shadows came as expected so quickly.

She can't make the same mistake again! She would rather sit there and die on her own!

"Give me another 5 minutes, no, 3 minutes! Don't be impulsive. I'll arrive at the scene right away. You stay there for me, do you hear me?"

"Uh, I..." Takagi Wataru stood under the tower, looking up at the building above his head, and was caught in a dilemma.

"Hey, I heard someone was tied up in the elevator."

"It seems like he's a little kid, so unlucky."

"Eh?" Hearing what the leaving crowd said, Takagi Wataru was shaken again.

There are indeed innocent citizens who have been implicated, and they are still children...

"Calm down, Takagi. There are still more than two hours before the scheduled first explosion. There is still plenty of time. You don't know how to handle explosives. You will be as dangerous as those citizens after you go!" Sato Miwako shouted almost hoarsely. , "Please, don't go there, you let me find a way, I will rescue them all..."

Gao Mushe's swaying heart suddenly became firm after hearing her words.

As Miyamoto Yumi said before, facing this situation, Sato Miwako must be very emotional, and might embarrass herself or even choose to sacrifice herself...

He couldn't let Sato Miwako take this risk.

"No! Sorry, I can't let you take the same risk."

"Takagi, Takagi!"