The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"I really don't understand why the police station hires people like that." Sato Miwako couldn't help but complain to the colleagues around her as she sat back at her desk.

Although with the convenience of contact, everyone in the Search Class 1 calmed each other down a little, she was still furious when she thought of what Conan mentioned on the phone.

The environment in the detention center is very complex, and there are all kinds of prisoners detained there. There are gangsters who are detained because of public security issues, and there are also suspects who are temporarily detained because of cases.

In addition, because the detention center is basically a temporary detention center, it does not have the orderly arrangements of a formal prison. It is equivalent to a very rough Datongpu. Living under such conditions for a long time is already torture in itself.

Tangze's case took two months from detention to trial, which is not a long time from the perspective of a criminal case, but keeping a minor in a detention center for such a long time must have caused him a lot of suffering.

As a result, there happened to be a scum like Toru Adachi who used his sword to vent his anger on the weak!

"This case has been dragging on for such a long time, and the victims have appeared one after another. It must be quite stressful to police them." Shiratori Rensaburo guessed.

"I'm under a lot of pressure, but I can't be so non-vegetarian..." Sato Miwako shook her head, but she didn't use fierce words to criticize her anymore.

He has designed many serial murder cases in many places, and the announcement of the murderer has such a strong meaning, and the Metropolitan Police Department has been under considerable pressure.

Choosing to use Toru Adachi, a former detective with a dubious background, at this juncture is an exaggeration to say that he sought medical attention due to a sudden illness, but the real considerations are probably not far off.

The death scene of the previous victim was very horrifying, and the next victim may appear at any time. Now their most important job is to solve the case, and they can no longer stick to means.

"I have to admit that Toru Adachi has a really keen sense of smell on serial murder cases, which allows the police station to temporarily ignore some of his personal flaws." Shiratori Renzaburo, who has already read through the files, said pertinently, "It's very If you want to blame it, it can only be blamed on our lack of ability.”

If they could independently solve such a major case, the police force would certainly not want to invite Toru Adachi or Kogoro Mori, let alone all the police from the places involved in the case.

Except for Moori Kogoro, who was already active in Tokyo and did not ask for payment from them for participating in the case, the rest were all funds...

"Ha, the criminal police from Nagano Prefecture and Gunma Prefecture are here. I'm going to pick them up." Wataru Takagi, who walked out of Megure 13's office, exhaled as soon as he returned to his seat. "The police from Kyoto will probably be there too." Let’s go to the JR station together. What if they bump into Tohru Adachi..."

Several people understood what he meant.

Toru Adachi was originally the policeman who got involved in the Karasawa case. In other words, he should have been working in Kyoto, and the policemen who came here knew him.

If this guy's unclear background is known to police officers from all over the country, the Metropolitan Police Department will be really embarrassed.

"There is no way. On his way to Izu for on-site investigation, he solved another serial case that lasted for more than a year. The police will definitely attach great importance to his opinions." Shiratori Rensaburo can understand Takagi's thoughts, but I can't help but say pessimistically.

If he can solve cases, and can solve the long-standing backlog of important cases, the Metropolitan Police Department's patience with him will increase infinitely, and he will be given some conveniences within the scope of his authority, and it will not be a problem to turn a blind eye.

After all, the task of the criminal police is to solve the case. If the case cannot be solved, the murderer will go free and continue to create more cases and panic. If the professional ethics is in place, no one will look down upon you even if you break the case.

These people all know it well, so they can only sit here and talk fast.

Sato Miwako lowered her head, squeezed the notes in her hand, and reluctantly opened the photos of the scene again.

"Can't the case be solved without relying on such a wicked guy? I don't believe in evil..."

"Sato." Shiratori Rensaburo interrupted her next words and pointed to the passage behind them with his eyes.

Holding a stack of files in his hands, Toru Adachi was walking out of the archives room, passed through their work stations, and walked slowly towards the office area on the other side.

When passing by their location, he didn't know whether he heard their previous discussion or felt their hostility and targeting, which was almost openly stated. He glanced around with squinting eyes, and raised the corner of his mouth while holding a cigarette. Walked away slowly.

"This guy..." Knowing that he had officially started work and was about to be assigned to a suitable office area, Sato Miwako looked at his shaky and unkempt back and gritted her teeth.

This arrogant face, with a look like "I just like that you can't stand me but can't kill me", made her furious.

"Our exclusion is already obvious, Sato, please be restrained." Shiratori Rensaburo advised, "The investigation is about to begin, and the police force will not allow us to do anything too outrageous."

"Well, if we continue to target him, he might take the opportunity to cause trouble for Karasawa-kun again." Takagi Wataru remembered what Conan said on the phone that Karasawa had begun to suffer from anxiety and insomnia due to Adachi Toru's appearance, and turned sideways , blocking Sato Miwako's angry sight, "Don't worry about him for now. There are more things worth caring about than him."

Sato Miwako was stunned, not understanding what Takagi Wataru meant: "Investigation of the case? But hasn't this mahjong tile murder case been handed over to the joint investigation team..."

"No, Sato." After exchanging a look with Shiratori Rensaburo, Takagi Wataru took a breath, "The hospital said that Yoji Motohashi has almost recovered, and we should bring him back for interrogation."

More than ten meters away, Ireland, who had been unlucky all day, shrank his neck, looking around at the other police officers who seemed to be looking at him with unkind eyes, and cursing bad luck in his mind.

Is this some policeman who is watching him from behind, preparing to give him a sudden blow, right...

Damn it, he knew that Kumail, who could hold grudges for twenty years over a trivial matter, couldn't be trusted at all. Look at the identities he and Bourbon provided. What are they?

When Bermod handed Adachi Toru a complete set of information and certificates into his hands, he only said that this was a nail in the organization's police force. He resigned after it had played its role and was reactivated with the help of Bourbon. He was given a sinecure job at the Metropolitan Police Department, but he was not told that there was such a big trap behind his identity? !

When he walked into the Metropolitan Police Building, after he introduced his name, the people in the search section kept paying attention to him, so that he was always in the eyes of others, and he did not dare to ignore any small movements. Tea was spilled on him, stepped on, and tripped over on the road. When he was printing a document, a long queue suddenly formed in front of the machine. When he was having a cigarette, he was scolded several times that this was not a smoking area, causing him to have a lawsuit on his forehead.

The most outrageous thing is that he just wanted to go to the vending machine to buy a cup of coffee. As soon as he put the coin in, the police came and used a "malfunctioning" seal to seal the entire panel in front of him. The coffee was not purchased. If you don’t tell me, you won’t even be able to spit out the change!

He spent a lot of time eavesdropping and carefully checked the resume of "Toru Adachi", only to find out that this identity was actually the enemy of Akira Karasawa, whom Kumail was replacing now, and the gangster who was responsible for capturing him back to the base at that time. police.

If Kumail had no selfish intentions when he provided this identity, you wouldn't believe it to death, right? !

I don’t know how Kumail managed to win so much sympathy and trust. During the entire search, I almost had the word “unwelcome” written on my face and completely refused to cooperate with his work.

When he thinks about how much workplace bullying he will suffer for the fake Kumail in the next period of time, and who may even be targeted more thoroughly when the other party shows up, Ireland feels out of breath.

Due to the difference in body shape, the suit he was wearing was already tight and somewhat forced, and now he felt even more suffocated.

He shouldn't have listened to Belmod's lies and changed his original action plan! He saw that this woman of unknown age was completely attracted by that pretty boy!

Just wait, he will find his place sooner or later...

With a dark roar in his heart, Ireland sat in front of the computer at his workstation, typing hard on the keyboard, his fingers typing in numbers and passwords with extra force.

The top priority is to make good use of the permissions of this identity and check the information you need first.

He also needs to look for cases that may involve Gin or Kumel. The amount of texts that need to be reviewed is huge, and he doesn't have time to argue with Kumel at the moment.

Just wait, Kumel, Bourbon, you dark conspirators, sooner or later you will be counterattacked...

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Tangze, who was being talked about by Ireland, had a premonition and suddenly opened his half-closed eyes.

He suspiciously observed Kiharakawa sitting next to him for a moment, and then glanced at the bug that Mao Lilan had secretly stuck on the side of the folder with a paper clip. He couldn't find the source of the malice, and then slowly relaxed again.

Who is speaking ill of him loudly behind his back?

After dimming the room lights, Kiharakawa, who was guiding Karasawa step by step, apparently misunderstood his reaction to waking up. He smiled helplessly and pushed Karasawa, who had sat up, back onto the recliner without any doubt.

"Relax, relax, take a deep breath, relax... Is it still difficult? Maybe, some music? But I think your hearing is a bit too sensitive, and the extra sound may disturb your concentration. How about trying some incense?"

Facing Karasawa, who was still struggling on the edge of wakefulness and coma, Kiharagawa showed extra patience.

If it weren't for the fact that he looked very much like Ichikawa Karasawa, Karasawa would have believed that he was really a good doctor who was responsible and ethical.

It's been half an hour, and it's still not working despite his dry mouth. It's a shame he can still hold his nerve.

"Yes, that's good. Let's do it again, look at my hands." Kiharachuan lowered his tone again, and once again entered that deep and magnetic voice.

Each of his syllables is like a carefully crafted note, and the pitch and beats match well, like a slowly played melody, flowing slowly.

He slowly lowered his hand and placed it on Tang Ze's arm, as if acting as a support, he grabbed Tang Ze's arm.

"Imagine a color, say dark blue. Imagine an endless ocean or blue sky, with waves gently lapping at the shore. The wind blows on your face, and you smell something..."

The persevering Kiharakawa once again covered Karasawa's field of vision with a piece of solid-colored paper and began to guide.

Karasawa's eyes moved away from Kiharagawa's hand. With the darkness of the environment and the approaching objects, his pupils slowly dilated, as if they were losing focus and looking towards a non-existent location.

But in fact, what unfolded in front of Tang Ze at this moment was not the blue sea, blue sky or Death Stranding, but the system interface that he was all too familiar with.

Although he did not enter the battle, Tang Ze clearly saw a line of text prompt bubbles that said [Muharakawa's eyes turned to you and he was trying to hypnotize you], which were displayed in the interface.

These are some prompts that appear occasionally during the battle, used to indicate the enemy's actions or goals, and to foretell that there may be big moves in the next round, and are used to remind players to prepare countermeasures.

After coming to this world, since the battle mode is no longer turn-based, Tang Ze has only seen this kind of information before some bosses change stages. He was a little surprised to see something so new.

This guy can come up with a prompt, maybe he is a guy like Maruki who has not awakened but has cognitive ability...

Thinking of this, Tang Ze's eyes flashed because Muharakawa has no credit but has worked hard and has worked hard to recite the sutra for half an hour.

He cut a P, put away the invalid P that was always hanging outside during daily actions, and cut out the twenty faces that he had not used for a long time.

There is no way, he really has few masks with less passives. The characteristics of the twenty faces are mainly used in attack, so just make do with it.

Come on, let him see how high cognitive hypnosis can reach under the background of science, whether it can reach the level of Maruki who relies on superpowers to skip classes, he will wait and see.

Not knowing how the person sitting in front of him tried to suppress the level with pity, from Muharakawa's perspective, he could only see that Tang Ze's eyes were gradually blurred, his body was unconsciously sliding down, and the tense muscles in his palms were also relaxing.

His efforts seemed to have finally worked.

With a faint light in his eyes, Muharakawa pursued the victory and had no intention of stopping when he saw the good.

It was a rare opportunity to sneak into the gap that no one noticed and contact Tang Ze Zhao himself.

Now, he can contact Tang Ze Zhao alone, and even use treatment methods on him without scruples. Compared with personal ability, he is more of a time difference.

By paying attention to Tang Ze Yichuan's information, he was able to discover the appearance of this child at the first time, and he was able to apply for the job of psychologist of Teitan High School as quickly as possible.

Originally, there seemed to be a lucky person in front of him, who was more advantageous than him because of his origin in Teitan.

He almost couldn't hold back his impulse and thought of some means to replace the other party. Fortunately, before he made his move, this guy who was hard to say whether he was lucky or unlucky encountered an accident, otherwise there would be more twists and turns.

In short, it is rare to be able to sit here and contact Tang Ze Zhao himself, and even directly make a move on him, and Mu Yuanchuan has always been the one who predicts the opportunity first.

Without hesitation, he began to try deep hypnosis, and a faint golden light jumped in his eyes.

"Here you are free, without any restraints or restrictions, darkness and cramps leave you, the world is open, warm water flows around you, and you slowly sink into it..."

As Muharakawa's voice became lighter and lower, Tang Ze clearly saw that a new debuff flashed next to his avatar.

Although it was soon overwhelmed by the buff from the brooch bound to his body, the extremely tenacious Muharakawa kept trying, and it kept trying to refresh it, trying and stubbornly brushing its presence.

It's hard to say whether it's strong or not, Muharakawa really has a bit of unique power.

Tang Ze, who had already expected it, was not surprised, but just silently watched the poor debuff jumping up and down, and then silently felt the actual experience brought by Muharakawa's so-called hypnosis.

There is indeed a sense of relief. Although sitting in a dark room, a feeling similar to sunlight slowly fills the senses, making people feel happy.

It's not strong, and the compulsion doesn't seem to be high, but it does work without deliberately resisting.

This may be related to Muharakawa's current operation. Let's see what effect Muharakawa will have if he wants to give more commanding or negative guidance.

Thinking of this, Tang Ze made a gesture of being completely wrapped and immersed in this power, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the recliner in complete relaxation.

He really dared to relax when he said he was relaxed. His joints and muscles that were always unconsciously in a state of preparation were really relaxed. He lay flat with his head raised and his throat and other fatal vital positions exposed to Muharakawa.

This was contrary to Tang Ze's habits and training, but as long as this was a necessary disguise, he could easily adjust his state.

Such a thorough disguise really fooled Muharakawa.

Muharakawa, who took off his glasses, increased the strength of his fingers, confirmed that there was no resistance from the muscles under his palms, and smiled with a sure victory.

He was different, or in other words, he was unique.

He was bathed in the academic brilliance of his senior without any haze. He had been looking up at the pioneer who was hanging high in the sky like the scorching sun for many years, but he knew that he would go further than his senior.

"You can open your eyes now. How do you feel, Tang Ze?"

Under the expectant gaze of Mu Yuanchuan, Tang Ze opened his eyes again. His light blue eyes still maintained a slightly dilated state of pupils, and his face was calm, or even blank.

He opened his eyes as Mu Yuanchuan requested, but there was no additional physiological feedback, and he did not answer his questions, as if his consciousness had really fallen into a dream.

Kiharakawa looked at his face carefully, as if he wanted to find some traces from it, and also as if he was considering how to cook a piece of food that fell into his hand.

"Kanze-kun, can you see things?" Kiharakawa asked tentatively in a voice that imitated that of Karasawa Ichikawa.

Hearing such a voice in his ears, Karasawa was very disgusted, but he controlled his eyelids and did not blink at all.

Facing Kiharakawa's question, his mind moved and he suddenly had an idea.

Is the end point of cognitive learning the power of making your wishes come true...

So, in Kiharakawa's expectant eyes, Karasawa, who was looking straight ahead, blinked, and then his eyeballs moved, and the focus of his vision suddenly turned.

It was as if he saw something that Kiharakawa could not see at all.

Kiharakawa's fingers tightened excitedly.

He felt that this time, he was really about to catch it...