The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Hearing the howling-like noise coming from afar, Suzuki Sonoko, who was walking on the forest path, shrank her neck and looked around anxiously for a while.

She was panicking now.

After being dragged into the woods by Dokyo Masahiko, she quickly recalled the words that Tang Ze had not finished saying.

The murderer was a person who was good at using knives and climbing trees. Perhaps he often played similar sports and had many marks on his palms.

Through her grasped hand, she clearly felt the roughness of Dokyo Masahiko's palm. There were protruding calluses at the base of almost every finger, scratching her smooth back of the hand, as if she had touched several pieces of sandpaper.

The surrounding environment gradually became darker, the shadows of the trees swayed, and without the voices and shadows of other people behind her, she felt more and more dangerous. After asking Dokyo Masahiko twice where he was going to no avail, she tried her best to break free from his grasp.

At that time, Dokyo Masahiko turned around with a look of resentment on his face, as if he wanted to get close to her and do something to her, but the panicked Suzuki Sonoko dodged.

As a result, after just a passing by, Michikyo Masahiko disappeared, leaving only the rustling of the bushes.

She had no time to observe and left the place as quickly as possible. As a result, she was completely lost. She could not find other people, nor could she find the direction to return to the road. As she turned around, she could vaguely hear sharp sounds from time to time, which were not sure whether it was birds singing or people screaming...

"Damn, why do I always encounter such things." Suzuki Sonoko muttered softly with her emotions accumulating, and tears that she could not hold back accumulated in her eyes, "I just want to find a handsome guy happily and have a relationship..."

The handsome guys with good character she met either had their own ambiguous objects or had no interest in her at all.

Anyone who showed some affection for her was always proved to have ulterior motives or other intentions in the end.

What's wrong with her just wanting to have a sweet relationship! What happened to this world! There are so many handsome guys, what's wrong with sending her one!

She was already emotionally agitated because of the environment, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged. She couldn't help but hold the tree trunk beside her, covering her mouth and sobbing softly.

She couldn't even cry out loud. There might be more than one dangerous attacker in this forest. She couldn't take the initiative to attract other people's attention...

There was another rustling sound in the forest behind her. Suzuki Sonoko turned around suddenly, her back against the tree trunk, and looked in horror at the location where the sound came from.

"Are you okay?!"

The one who pushed away the branches and walked out was not Mikyou Masahiko or the mysterious stalker she thought, but Kyogoku Makoto with some sweat on his face.

"It's you..." Suzuki Sonoko's knees softened slightly, and she almost slipped to the ground, "I was scared to death..."

Although this guy named Kyogoku was not her acquaintance, he took the initiative to protect her and beat out the attacker who broke into her room with his own hands. He was still trustworthy.

If that person's target had always been her, if he had not followed her closely because of Tang Ze's request, maybe she wouldn't have to wait until today. If she had been alone and returned to her room, she might have been killed by the knife...

"Be careful!" Kyogoku Makoto strode forward and supported the somewhat exhausted Suzuki Sonoko, "You will get scratched like this."

Probably considering the reason of going out on a date with a boy, Suzuki Sonoko wore a very cool suspender skirt, the hem of which could not even cover her knees, and the skin was quite exposed.

This certainly looks cute and sweet, but in an environment like the woods, the completely exposed shoulders and arms can easily be hurt.

In fact, she had already suffered a lot of injuries. He saw the large and small scratches and scratches on her delicate arms...

"You shouldn't wear this kind of clothes." Kyogoku Makoto supported the girl in front of him, trying not to let his eyes fall on inappropriate places, "Your arms are all scratched. This kind of clothes doesn't suit you."

And wearing this kind of clothes on a date with a man is too provocative. It doesn't suit her style, and it's too flattering, and it's easy for others to take advantage of her...

"It's none of your business..." Suzuki Sonoko wiped her tears and sniffed, "You don't mean to say that I became the target of the murderer because I wore this way?"

"That's not what I meant." Kyogoku Makoto grabbed a handful of hair, not knowing how to explain.

He was not good at expressing himself, so it was difficult for him to express his feelings of subtle jealousy and awkwardness, and even a little sadness for Suzuki Sonoko's lonely expression. In the end, he could only say simply: "Anyway, you should stay away from people like Dokyo Masahiko."

"This is another bad guy, right?" Suzuki Sonoko complained after her mood eased a little, "I knew that no boy would like me like this. He came to me because he misunderstood that I took a photo that day, and I just happened to have brown hair..."

"No! This is not your problem. You, uh, you are fine..."

"Ha, there is no need to say comforting words."

"No, I'm not comforting you... Forget it, I'll get you some band-aids first."

The two people sat on the roots of the tree and talked. The person hiding in the dense branches and leaves observed the atmosphere below that was gradually getting better and raised his eyebrows.

It's full of youthful vibes...

"Hey, why don't we just carry Mikyou Masahiko out and hand him over to the police." Jinpei Matsuda whispered, not wanting to interrupt them, "It's a shame to just throw him out like that."

Although the case is somewhat imperfect without the identification of the detectives, any blame can be handed over to Adachi Toru anyway, and there is no need to pursue catching him in the act.

"Let's just throw him out." The hard-hearted Karasawa was unmoved.

"Why, do you think it would be more impactful to be a hero saving a beautiful woman?" Matsuda Jinpei glanced at Karasawa's expression, "I can't tell, is this your style?"

Karasawa's expression was calm, and he didn't look like he was attacked at all.

What's my style? I can even write a bloody script, and my heart is colder than the one who killed fish for ten years in RT-Mart.

What's more, if there is no suspension bridge effect, with the style of Kyogoku Makoto who can't make a fart with three sticks, relying on himself and Suzuki Sonoko to develop feelings, he will really be a widower.

"Throw him out. I'll tell Cheng Shi to get ready." Tang Ze waved his hand. "If you say you want to beat him, then beat him. Dokyo Masahiko should not be spared from any beating."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Matsuda Jinpei heard that Tang Ze valued Kyogoku Makoto, and couldn't help but carefully observed the dark-skinned boy who was clumsily applying a band-aid to the girl. "He's still a high school student."

"What's wrong? I'm also a high school student?" Tang Ze, who was painted green, remained calm. "Moreover, if we really fight with all our strength, I guess Mr. Furuya can't beat Kyogoku now."

With a reference system, Matsuda Jinpei was shocked and no longer hesitated. He turned over and jumped onto the tree next to him, throwing Dokyo Masahiko who was lying there out.

Kyogoku Makoto frowned as if he had noticed something, and looked up at the trees around him alertly. When he didn't see any obvious movement, he lowered his head again.

Strange, just now he seemed to hear someone talking somewhere, was it his illusion...

"Hiss, I didn't notice, I scratched here too..." Pressing the band-aid on her shoulder, Suzuki Sonoko adjusted the lace shoulder strap, and couldn't help blushing, "Thank you, thank you."

"Be more careful. That Dokyo Masahiko, I saw him chatting up two or three women before you came, and I was a little worried..." Kyogoku Makoto pushed his glasses to cover up, and couldn't help but remind him, "You should be a little vigilant against men like this in the future."

"Hey, have you been paying attention to me?" Suzuki Sonoko was really a little stunned this time.

"Well, I noticed Tang Zejun's movements before, and that's why." Kyogoku Makoto was embarrassed to say that he was observing all the boys who approached her, so he had to say it awkwardly.

"Why, did we know each other before?" Suzuki Sonoko pressed her cheek, feeling quite at a loss.

"You don't know me, but I have seen you." Kyogoku Makoto turned his head and said a little embarrassedly, "I saw you once during a karate competition. You were cheering for your friends loudly. I didn't expect that I would meet you in my hotel."

He has a good impression of Suzuki Sonoko, this is a certain thing, even Tang Ze saw it, and his tone of voice was not without teasing.

The reason why he took the initiative to say it now is that on the one hand, he really wants to express his feelings to Suzuki Sonoko, and on the other hand, he always feels that Suzuki Sonoko seems very depressed after knowing that Dokyo Masahiko is likely to have bad intentions...

She is not as bad as she thinks, she is also a shining girl.

Kyogoku Makoto just wants to convey this idea.

Suzuki Sonoko pressed her chest, not knowing what to say for a while,

Is this a sign of goodwill to her?

If you look closely, this guy named Kyogoku has broad shoulders and long legs. Although it seems that his face is not clear because of the glasses, he seems to be pretty good-looking...

She often talks about hooking up with handsome guys, but in practice, she has not really had much effective interaction with the opposite sex she likes. Faced with such active and frankness that she can't tell whether it is comfort or confession, she is tongue-tied and doesn't know how to respond.

Kyogoku Makoto, who turned his head, was still trying to express his true thoughts in one go. "Actually, I just want to say that even if you don't deliberately wear sexy clothes, it's..."

The words he had finally organized were interrupted by the movement behind him.

Kyogoku Makoto turned around suddenly, instinctively shielding Suzuki Sonoko behind him, and saw the white light stabbing at him with a sharp blade.

"Ahhh - be careful -" Suzuki Sonoko, who was paying full attention to Kyogoku Makoto, turned her head and saw the twisted and hideous face of Mikyou Masahiko, and screamed instinctively.

"Over there! It's Sonoko!"

"Sonoko! Kyogoku!"

Facing the attack that was already approaching, Kyogoku Makoto didn't think twice, and instinctively raised his knee and kicked Mikyou Masahiko's arm, kicking the short knife in his hand away.

When the kick hit his elbow, his expression was slightly stunned.

What's going on? The feeling of his foot is not right. He didn't feel the resistance that the joints and muscles should instinctively feedback. This feeling is a bit weak...

Before he thought more, Mikyou Masahiko, who was attacked, just uttered a short muffled groan, and didn't care about the flying weapon at all, and raised his other hand hidden behind his back.

It was a thick branch, and it was not known whether it was picked up from the ground or simply broken from the tree. The cross section was sharp and rough, and it looked very lethal.

Concerned about Suzuki Sonoko behind him, Kyogoku Makoto, who had no room to dodge, could only turn his head slightly, trying to reduce the possible damage caused by this blow.

His face dodged, but the big glasses did not escape the attack range. They were hit directly, and the lenses shattered and flew out.

This time, his face was completely exposed, and Tang Ze couldn't help but sigh.

After releasing the controversy of thanking who had lost his mind due to the rage buff, he changed direction and pretended to be attracted by Suzuki Sonoko's figure and ran over. At this time, he was not much different from the scene and Mao Lilan.

"One likes to wear a headband, and the other likes to wear glasses. These two, probably should be called the group of ruining their looks..."

"What are you mumbling about." Matsuda Jinpei, who adjusted his expression and followed behind him, couldn't help asking.

"No, I said they are a good match."

Kyogoku Makoto, who had a small wound on the lens, frowned, and took advantage of the gap when Dokyo Masahiko swung out and his center of gravity was unstable, raised his foot, and kicked the opponent directly in the face.

The full-strength blow without reservation almost made Dokyo Masahiko's face, which was still considered to be upright, crooked and shook.

Seeing that he hadn't fallen yet, Kyogoku Shin changed his legs and raised his knees without hesitation, hitting the opponent's abdomen with his knees again, kicking the already shaky Mikyou Masahiko out and falling to the ground.

Mikyou Masahiko fluttered his limbs weakly twice, and this time he probably couldn't get up.

Mao Lilan, who happened to run in front of him, looked at the blue and purple marks that were almost black under Mikyou Masahiko's loose clothes, and couldn't help but gasp.

This is not a bruise at all, this is internal bleeding...

Kyogoku Makoto seems to really like Sonoko. In order to protect Sonoko, he didn't hold back at all. So cruel...

Following the shocked sight of Mao Lilan, I saw the same scene of Kyogoku Makoto: "..."

Not really, he clearly felt that he didn't kick hard...

"Is everyone okay?" The hidden mastermind ran to the position realistically, "I couldn't find you once I ran in..."

Conan, who felt like he was about to die after being caught by Mao Lilan who was running in a hurry, struggled to get off the ground, and heard Daoxie Masahiko, who was staring with his eyes wide open and looked like his brains should be kicked evenly, still muttering in a low voice.

"The brown-haired ones... are all bitches... all..."

So, he was so desperate to find the one who could fight the most. Is it because his mental state is completely wrong, and he has gone crazy?

Shaking his head, Conan looked at the short knife that had been kicked out and stuck in the ground, and no one cared about it at all. He resigned himself to pulling out his handkerchief, wrapped its handle and pulled it out.

"Dokyo Masahiko should be the murderer who killed those women. If this knife is sent to the police, the forensic doctor should be able to compare the wound situation..."

Before Conan finished speaking, a hand in a white glove reached out and pulled the knife from his hand without saying anything.

He frowned and looked up, and saw Adachi Toru's smiling face.

The man, still wearing a suit and looking casual, smiled and stuffed the knife and his handkerchief into the evidence bag, pinched the transparent evidence bag with his index finger and thumb and shook it twice, and smiled kindly at him.

"Thank you for your hard work, little brother. The police will take care of the rest."

"You..." Before he could finish his words, Conan was choked by someone who jumped out to take the credit.

He has been a detective for so long, and no matter he was shrunk or not, he had never been so blatantly overshadowed by someone...

He looked at the direction where Adachi Toru was walking.

This guy, although he and Karasawa did not arrive at the same time, they were walking from the same direction...

After a little thought, Conan suddenly realized: "So, the one who followed us in the woods just now was you!"

"Yes." Adachi Toru was not embarrassed at all after he was exposed by his words, and just pointed at Mikyou Masahiko who was still struggling on the ground, "I was following this guy. I suspected this guy a long time ago, but I have always lacked sufficient evidence for the murder. I didn't expect that he couldn't help but take action again when he came to Izu. What an impatient guy."

This sentence sounds fine, but Conan, who has already obtained off-site information from Hattori Heiji, can hardly help but think about it.

Judging from his tone, it seems that he is mocking the criminal from the perspective of a police officer, rather than mocking the murderer from the perspective of an experienced person, mocking the murderer for his poor skills and being a rookie.

"But now it's okay. The murder weapon has been found, and the attacker has been caught in the act. I can finally get my job done. It's not easy." After putting the short knife into his bag, Adachi Toru shook the camera hanging around his neck again, looking relieved.

If he didn't know the other party's suspicious identity and background in advance, he would look like a relieved expression of a social animal who has been working overtime for a long time and it's not easy to get off work.

But Conan, who never let down his guard, slowly clenched his fists.

"So, uncle, you were taking pictures just now." Conan tried to maintain the expression that a child should have, but he couldn't help it and said in an angry tone.

In order to catch Mikyou Masahiko and complete his mission, he just watched Mikyou Masahiko who had lost his mind attack Kyogoku Makoto and others.

What's more...

Thinking of Michikyo Masahiko's inexplicable obsession with the photo, even though he had already deduced that Michikyo Masahiko misunderstood Suzuki Sonoko because of the flash of light from the train, Conan couldn't help but speculate that it was malicious...

Could it be that the person who actually filmed the crime scene and watched the crime happen in order to achieve his goal was actually Adachi Toru?

Under everyone's gaze, Matsuda Jinpei felt a chill on his back. He looked at the briefcase in his hand and couldn't help but stop working again.

In the end, Adachi Toru took the blame...

But it doesn't matter, he'll take the blame. Anyway, it was Adachi Toru who did the bad thing, what does it have to do with Matsuda Jinpei!