The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Huh——Finally there is only one subject left." Suzuki Sonoko threw away the pen in her hand and slumped down on the seat without caring about her image. "I take back what I said before. I am a little envious of Tang Ze."

"Don't let Tang Ze hear this, be careful that he will really get angry with you." Mao Lilan poked Suzuki Sonoko helplessly and straightened her messy hair.

"You really don't worry anymore, anyway, there is only Chinese, which you are best at." Suzuki Sonoko sighed heavily.

Although her family didn't expect her to have any excellent grades, if she didn't get into the university she wanted to go to, she would have to rely on donations from her family, which was indeed a bit embarrassing...

"Compared to that, don't you think the school seems a little too lively today?" Mao Lilan stood up and looked down following the roaring engine sound, and saw a heavy truck with a plastic sheet covering the truck bed driving in from the direction of the school gate.

"He's probably adjusting the gymnasium equipment. Didn't they say that they're going to hold a table tennis competition in our school later?"

"Well, that might be the reason..." Ran Mao Li nodded hesitantly.

She was about to leave from the window, but she saw a familiar figure coming down from the back car, approaching the truck parked downstairs, shaking hands with the driver who got off the car, and talking.

"Isn't that Mr. Amuro Toru downstairs?" She squinted her eyes to identify him for a moment, and muttered in a daze.

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"Stop! Don't run!"

When Yoji Motobashi slid down the emergency ladder to the first floor in a funny manner, he heard an angry shout from the other side.

He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a short-haired woman in a business suit sprinting towards him while pulling out a pistol from her bosom.

Police, this was undoubtedly the person arranged by the police to arrest him.

Without thinking, Yoji Motobashi quickly ran in the opposite direction.

"Don't even think about running!" Sato Miwako shouted, chasing him with a gun. Looking at the figure running ahead, she was confused and frustrated.

Damn, didn't Tang Ze and the analysis team say that the criminal was thin and weak, and suspected that his physical fitness was average? How could he still run with such explosive power like a track and field champion?

In front, Motohashi Yoji ran wildly while trying to overcome his inner fear.

As soon as he left his apartment, or left the range of the bomb, the endless illusions followed him again. The hot explosions brushed past his body, and some of the building fragments even hit his face, causing him further trauma.

Although he had been in this state for a long time, he knew very well that these visual effects were just some illusions that affected his mind, but the explosion scene with all five senses still gave him great stimulation. This feeling of running wildly on the front line of a battlefield that was constantly exploding made him unable to restrain his physical strength and run forward madly.

However, adrenaline can only bring a short-term incentive effect. The price of overdrawing physical strength is that he was caught up by Sato Miwako before he could even make it through the block.

Motohashi Yoji trembled and retreated, kicking the debris in the corner with his heels, making a messy noise.

With a gun, Sato Miwako approached him step by step, staring at his sweat-soaked, embarrassed and panicked face, and suddenly a surge of anger surged in her heart.

Motohashi Yoji's appearance is not only ordinary, but also has a sense of shrinking and gloomy. The messy hair covers his glasses, forming a fairly typical, gloomy otaku face away from real social interaction.

A mediocre person who may not have any outstanding characteristics in daily life. Just looking at this face, Sato Miwako can imagine this guy darkly away from the crowd, staring at the bright and beautiful people with jealous and resentful eyes, and his smug face when he installed the bomb and wrote the puzzle.

This guy is just like this...

"Wait, wait!" With the barbed wire already attached to his back and basically no chance of escape, Yoji Motohashi tried to think hard, observing the surrounding roads, trying to find an excuse to delay time, "Don't use violence, I, I'm in a very bad mental state, if you scare me again, I won't remember anything next..."

Sato Miwako paused for a moment when she raised the gun, lowered the muzzle, and stared at him with a sharp and angry look.

Takagi and the others had actually dismantled the bomb, and their hope of finding the second bomb still lay on this person. She couldn't cause serious harm to him, but had to strive for his cooperation as much as possible.

There was more than an hour left before the second bomb exploded. The only way to save everyone now was to let him tell them the location of the bomb, and it would be best to actively terminate the bomb detonation procedure.

This was Yoji Motohashi's biggest bargaining chip, and he still had time to continue dealing with the police.

Thinking of this, Yoji Motohashi gradually breathed evenly, the panic on his face slowly faded, and the feeling of pride surged up again.

If it weren't for those damned Phantom Thieves who used some unknown method to blind his perception, making it impossible for him to leave the house he rented, and using strange technical means to prevent others from interfering with the situation at the scene, and even temporarily blocked his eavesdropping on the scene, what could the police do to him?

In the end, he was not defeated by the police at all. His idea was absolutely correct. The police were a bunch of useless things!

The smile on Yoji Motohashi's face widened. His trembling muscles due to excessive tension and violent exercise made his smile exaggerated and stiff, with a nervous twitch: "I demand that the police pay compensation for the person who killed me seven years ago... "

As he spoke, the familiar sound effects of explosions sounded again from behind the barbed wire behind him.

Motohashi Yoji, who had been acting in a similar hallucination for two days, had long been accustomed to such scenes, so he didn't even look back.

However, Miwako Sato, standing in front of him, could clearly see everything happening behind him through the barbed wire.

A small, postal parcel-like object was suddenly thrown down from the safety stairs above the building, as if it was about to throw garbage into the messy pile of debris at the bottom.

But when the item that was tightly tied with tape fell halfway, a bright flash suddenly broke out.

Miwako Sato's expression instantly became panicked. She rushed over without thinking, trying to pull Yoji Motohashi out before the explosion spread.

There's a second bomb to defuse, Yoji Motohashi is a damn bastard, but he can't die now!

Seeing the change in the frightened expression of the policewoman in front of him, Motohashi Yoji was at a loss for a moment, not understanding the reason for her expression.

The next second, the high heat and energy caused by the explosion swept from behind.

He stood there without moving. However, after waiting for two seconds, the severe pain and heat not only did not disappear, but the huge energy even overturned the barbed wire behind him and pushed him forward.

This explosion, this explosion is actually real——!

"Honbashi, Honbashi!" Miwako Sato coughed and waved away the smoke in front of her. She tried her best to cross the fire and rushed forward, struggling to push away the ignited debris.

I don’t know whether it was the type of bomb used or some other reason. The explosion was very loud, but the scope seemed to be very restrained. Except for Yoji Motohashi, who was standing a few meters away, she was unscathed.

After trying her best to throw away the barbed wire that was holding them down, and seeing Yoji Motohashi's face exposed, Sato Miwako quickly reached out to test the other person's breathing.

Still alive for now.

Just as Sato Miwako felt, the bomb dropped behind him did not seem to be very powerful. It was not the explosion itself that caused the main damage to him, but the various debris and debris that flew out with the explosion.

For example, at a glance, she saw a broken wine bottle pierced into Motohashi Yoji's forearm, almost piercing his hand entirely. The barbed wire and garbage that fell down even more deeply pierced the sharp object into the flesh in front of him. among.

Almost his entire arm was about to be severed by the wine bottle. Even if he was treated in time, it would be impossible for his hand to return to normal function.

"Call for support, call for support, someone is injured, this is Sato, repeat..." Reaching out to press the more obvious wounds on Yoji Motohashi, Sato Miwako said to her colleagues on the other side of the walkie-talkie, and then couldn't help but raise her head. View of the winding iron frame staircase.

The person who injured Yoji Motohashi clearly had a premeditated plan. He looked like he had been crouching nearby for a long time. Maybe it was someone who knew the other person's identity who was deliberately retaliating, or maybe someone who had cooperated with him. Other criminals take advantage of others.

In short, although it is satisfying to see a bomber himself injured by another bomb, it does not mean that another prisoner can be condoned to use a bomb to hurt others.

The person who succeeded in the blow above her head obviously evacuated immediately after throwing the bomb. When she looked over, she could only see a thin line of black cloth disappearing around the corner.

A small card slowly fell from a high place.

"An eye for an eye."

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When Matsuda Jinpei walked up the stairs to the alley, a black car had been waiting there for a long time.

When he saw Zhu Fu Jingguang in the driver's seat, he raised his eyebrows, pulled away the co-pilot and got in without saying a word.

The car started and quickly merged into the city's traffic flow.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the brake lights of the car in front of him and suddenly asked: "Is this what you planned a long time ago? The hallucination and the bomb just now..."

"Absolutely." Zhu Fu Jingguang stepped on the brakes and replied while waiting for the red light, "As you know, that plastic bomb is not very powerful."

Speaking of explosives, the Phantom Thieves actually have quite a few on hand right now.

In addition to the part provided by the unlucky FBI, Teiji Moritani also made an indelible contribution to their inventory, and the one that was just thrown out came from this.

Plastic explosives are easy to control the dose and easy to make. Let's just talk about the power. The lethality of this bomb is not comparable to that of a grenade. It is probably equal to a bundle of two kickers.

——If Yoji Motohashi is a normal person and hides when he sees the explosion.

Sure enough, Matsuda Jinpei raised an objection: "He has been listening to the explosion in hallucinations for several days, and has long lost his instinctive reaction to avoid danger. The effect is not much different from that of a fragmentation grenade."

Although I didn't see the specific circumstances of the explosion, I thought it was impossible for the joker to ask him to throw something for no reason, just to create a special effects background for the arrest. It must have been to cause damage to Yoji Motohashi.

And because the content and power of the explosive itself are limited, the real cause of the damage was Yoji Motohashi's face touching the explosion itself.

Even if it is a two-kick, the face will still be disfigured, but throwing a two-kick itself is not easy to determine the subjective intention of the other party. Even if the police want to investigate later, they should not have the motivation to allocate resources.

By the way, people were killed by them, but the bomb still had to be disposed of. Next, they had to rush to the location where the second explosion was set to clean up the mess caused by their intervention to the police.

"No one can die." Zhu Fu Jingguang just replied with a shrug.

Matsuda Jinpei breathed out and leaned silently on his seat without speaking.

"What, you are in a bad mood? Do you think the leader is too extreme?" Capturing his emotions, Zhu Fu Jingguang asked, jokingly, "It is indeed very strange to let a police officer from the explosive ordnance disposal team use bombs to bomb prisoners. Too much."

After dealing with explosives for so long, it was probably the first time for Matsuda Jinpei to take the initiative to use explosives.

Zhufu Jingguang knew that Matsuda Jinpei was not the kind of guy with too strong principles and would not be dissatisfied with Tang Ze because of this arrangement, but he still didn't understand Tang Ze's intention of doing this.

It's understandable if it's placed in a place like the Jidao. This may be the kind of pledge that is used to swear that one is irreconcilable with one's past...

"He probably just wanted to express the meaning of a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye." Matsuda Jinpei shook his head, "I just, suddenly felt..."

Yoji Motohashi is not a great criminal.

He was able to get away with it for seven years only because of the special nature of the bombing itself and the randomness caused by him trying to make money at first and then venting his anger, which kept him completely outside the scope of the investigation, not how clever his methods were. .

Matsuda Jinpei, who had been chasing this figure for four years, knew this very well. However, when he saw Yoji Motohashi being easily knocked down by a small explosive, the absurd and confused emotions still surged uncontrollably. It came to mind.

A guy who is so fragile that even his despicable abilities cannot be called outstanding has ruined the bright future of so many policemen...

Not only Hagiwara Kenji, but also Matsuda Jinpei himself.

Even if he returns to the world now with the help of supernatural power, he has indeed been registered as a sacrificed dead person, and there is no longer the possibility of continuing his past life as if nothing had happened.

This man's legacy is still circulating in society even as the criminal network includes him.

"Somewhat unwilling." At the end, Matsuda Jinpei said.

"Well, I understand what you mean." After changing direction and driving into the 4th-chome street of Yoneka Town, Morofushi Jingguang responded, "I have a similar feeling. When the captain and the others investigated the specific information of this person, , that’s the feeling.”

Such an excellent and dazzling friend fell into the hands of such an inconspicuous bastard...

Even if they did use their bodies as shields to protect the safety of the residents, judging from the results, they are still worthy of praise and shining heroes. This anger is difficult to erase.

"I think this is what Joker wanted me to see." Matsuda Jinpei said in a deep voice, "He took me to the palace, not because he wanted me to look directly into the other person's despicable heart and then have murderous intentions. He just wanted to Tell me this fact. A small amount of meanness and malice is enough to destroy the happiness of so many people."

Just like his father's life, a small setback at a critical moment can shatter everything. Happiness is always so fragile.

"That's why I think it would be a good idea to join them. This way, we can stop them before the damage is caused, right?" Matsuda Jinpei concluded.

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced back at him and corrected: "It's us."

The car happened to drive into the garage, and the surrounding environment slowly darkened. Zhufu Jingguang stepped on the brakes, and led Matsuda Jinpei quietly along the passage of the garage towards the sports warehouse.

The underground garage of Didan High School was built near the gymnasium, and it was easy to get close to the oil drums containing the bombs.

"Hurry up, I'm indeed a little tired. According to Motohashi Yoji's habits, I guess there will probably be more here..."

Matsuda Jinpei adjusted his sunglasses and used his special vision to look into the dark warehouse.

...Then they saw a figure sitting on an oil drum in the warehouse, seemingly waiting for them for a long time.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took a breath of cold air, and Matsuda Jinping also stopped in his tracks.

Then the two people made exactly the same move at the same time.

He ran towards the entrance from behind.

"I knew it..." Toru Amuro rolled up his sleeves and threw the hat on his head, showing a ferocious smile, "Everyone, stop right there!"

Last time, he really beat someone lightly!