The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Mr. Mori, who is that vicious-looking man?"

"That's Inspector Matsumoto Kiyonaga, the manager of the Metropolitan Police Department... If you keep talking nonsense, be careful of getting beaten."

"So you can become an administrator if you look like this? Then, what about that person over there, who is also a detective in Tokyo? I think he has the same consultant brand as you..."

"...If you can become a police officer, your written test scores must be surprisingly good."

"Eh?"

As soon as the headphones were inserted into the ears, the first thing that came through was the conversation between Mouri Kogoro and Yamamura Kao who lowered his voice.

Conan understood Kogoro Mouri's complaints, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

If his grades hadn't been good enough and he had successfully entered the professional group, let alone been promoted all the way, it would have been a question whether Yamamura Cao would have a police station.

"Why isn't this kind of person who is only good at taking exams assigned to do logistical paperwork? Let him be a criminal police officer in charge of violent crimes. The officials in Gunma County are so arrogant..." Conan patted his forehead and couldn't help but He also complained about Yamamura Cao.

Although Kogoro Mouri's abilities as a private detective are limited, as a criminal policeman, his basic professional skills, including his worldly sophistication, are impeccable, regardless of his ability to solve crimes.

In contrast, Yamamura Cao's conduct and his current police rank are particularly eye-catching.

Tangze suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes couldn't help but drift to the glass door on the side of the police station.

This matter may have started when Yamamura Soo made up his mind to become a policeman...

One thing to say is that just looking at Yamamura Cao's work style and his state of solving crimes, he is indeed not suitable for being a criminal police officer. However, perhaps in order to fulfill the original agreement with Zhu Fu Jingguang, Yamamura Cao actually endured such a disadvantage. , relying on test scores to reach the middle level of the police force, I have to admit that he also has two brushes.

"Perhaps the Gunma County Police Department has discovered it. However, he is from the professional team and is coming over soon. He cannot return it." Karasawa guessed pertinently.

"Then I can only pray that there will be fewer difficult cases in Qunma County in the future..." Conan couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Yamamura Cao's identity.

While the two of them were sighing, there was a sound of tables and chairs in the conference room. A group of police officers sat down and formally began to discuss the case.

"Except for the sixth victim, the victims in the first five cases all died of stab wounds from large knives. Judging from the condition of the wounds, the murderer held the knife in his right hand and wielded the knife with great strength. The murder weapons in the five cases could It was identified as the same sharp weapon. In the first five cases, the murderer's method of committing the crime was also very consistent. The victims were all knocked down by the murderer with an electric shock device, and then held hostage to the place of death and killed..."

Mouri Kogoro, who was holding the file in his hand, listened to Shiratori's introduction and tried to match his description with the contents of the file one by one. His expression was more serious and reserved than the police officers in the audience.

This does not mean that he pays special attention to this case because of its scale, but his position is really weirdly arranged.

The other police officers sitting in the conference room were seated in rows according to their respective jurisdictions. In the front row were the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Investigation Division's own manpower, with clear arrangements and layouts.

Therefore, it would be very awkward for a guy like Mouri Kogoro who is not a policeman to arrange seats.

He understands the truth, but why is he placed in front of the whiteboard?

It was almost as if the seats were arranged next to the podium. It felt more like a public execution than preferential treatment.

Mouri Kogoro, who was sitting upright, adjusted the position of his tie again, and looked at the man sitting on the right hand side with a notebook writing something from the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, he was not the only one sitting here under scrutiny.

I don't know why, but this former criminal policeman who was also invited as a special adviser was just like him. He was bathed in everyone's glances from time to time, but his state was very relaxed, as if he didn't take the police officers from all over the conference room seriously. It was normal, and his face was filled with a bland expression that was hard to tell whether it was calm or fake.

Before coming, he heard his daughter mention a few things about this consultant who received the same treatment as him.

It seems that he is not only a former detective, but also a police officer involved in the case involving Karasawa.

After learning about Karasawa's situation, Mouri Kogoro took advantage of his connections as a policeman and his increasingly famous identity to inquire about it.

In any case, the relationship between the boy who lives downstairs and their family is indeed good. The changes in his relationship with Yingli, including his daughter's gradual change of mentality these days, are inseparable from him. If possible, , he still wants to help as much as possible.

However, the feedback from either side is not optimistic.

It’s hard to say what the truth of this case is. The water in the middle must be very deep. Mouri Kogoro is not only uneasy for Karasawa, but also anxious for his daughter who may also be affected.

Now, given the rare opportunity to gain access to those involved in his case...

"...In addition to the doubt of why the kidnapping victim was taken to another location to be killed, there is also a bigger doubt, which is the decisive evidence that finally made us decide to merge the sixth case with the first five. That’s the mahjong tile that appears next to every deceased person. Please turn to the first page of the appendix.”

Conan, who was sitting in the corridor and listening intently, couldn't help but frown and began to think about how to get the complete investigation data of the task force.

In a case that lasted for several months, hit as many as six victims, and spanned the country of Japan, the clues left in the files and scene photos have made it difficult to find more conclusive evidence through on-site investigation and evidence collection. The disadvantage caused by not having case data is really too great.

He was contemplating how to obtain on-site information when he felt Tang Ze, who was sitting next to him, touch his wrist lightly.

Conan, who was immersed in recording in his notebook, finally raised his head, and then watched in astonishment as Tang Ze pulled out a thick document from his commute bag and handed it to his hand.

It was exactly the same as the one that Memu Thirteen arranged to distribute to the participating police officers.

Conan's eyes widened, he looked at Tangze's treasure chest-like bag, then looked down at the position where he had just been touched by Tangze, and for a moment his thoughts began to diverge.

How was this done? Is this also a manifestation of Tangze's "ability"?

He was just a little bit eager to get a dossier, so he got a little nudge and "made a wish" and it was successful? Can you even directly copy all the information in the file one-to-one?

Is it so miraculous? Then, is he sincerely making a specific wish, for example, he wants to get the murder weapon used by the murderer, or the things the murderer took from the victim...

He was still thinking about how to use Tang Ze's power in the field of criminal investigation through more precise screening methods, when Tang Ze rolled his eyelids at him and patted the cover of the document.

Conan was stunned and turned to the title page of the document.

I saw the horizontal and vertical Chinese characters for "高木素" written there.

"I just feel that the details of this case are difficult for ordinary people to access, so I 'borrowed' them from Officer Takagi when I came back just now." Tangze narrowed his eyes and moved slightly away from him, "You seem to be Thinking of something very outrageous.”

There was no need to ask. Just looking at Conan's bright and scorching expression, Tang Ze knew that the guy who was thinking about solving the case was beginning to think about the possibility of Tang Ze's ability being his golden finger.

You kid, just be your serious detective and don't use me as a bug.

Conan touched those words, then looked at Karasawa's bag, still a little unconvinced: "Is it true? Then wouldn't Officer Takagi want to go in empty-handed?"

"That's the information they searched and compiled for the first class. Of course there is a lot of it. He went through this one himself and took some notes. I wanted to get closer to first-hand on-site information..." Tang Ze knocked He shook Conan's head and said, "I can indeed 'make magic' for you to a certain extent, but I can't completely 'make something out of nothing'. If I had this ability, those people should have been wiped out long ago."

"Really? Is it possible that you haven't tried it before..." Conan blinked, still feeling a little anxious inside.

"It's impossible. I know where the boundary line is. I can't change something I don't know." Tang Ze made a cross and resolutely defended his right to explain.

"Hey, okay, what a pity..." Conan temporarily withdrew his thoughts on developing gameplay, opened the document in his hand, and quickly found the appendix described by Shiratori Rensaburo.

In the appendix are six photos of the front and back of mahjong, listed in the order of the crime, with the time and location of discovery noted, corresponding to each victim.

They are all patterns of seven tubes. Each one is painted with red paint on one of the seven tubes. A letter is written on the back, and then a black line is drawn from the middle with a black marker.

Even if you don't understand the murderer's motive, just by looking at the suggestive content, you can guess that this kind of thing is closely related to the murderer's motive.

"What needs additional attention is that the murderer took one personal item from each victim. Because they were all very obvious features of the deceased during his lifetime, relatives and friends confirmed this after identifying them." Shiratori Rensaburo's voice Still ringing, "Because they are all very small items, the possibility of accidental loss during the kidnapping cannot be completely ruled out, but since this phenomenon has appeared in six people, we believe that it should be regarded as the murderer for the time being. Do it on purpose.”

"Well, I believe that anyone can see that this information is very critical." Seeing Shiratori Rensaburo finish introducing the situation, Megure Shisan cleared his throat and took over, "But the most important thing now is, the true meaning of these characteristics , and the murderer’s reason for doing so.”

Having said this, he turned his gaze to everyone in the field, glancing across everyone's face equally, indicating that they could speak freely on this issue.

Mouri Kogoro clicked on the information listing mahjong photos, and was about to stand up to explain the answer he had come up with. When he remembered something, his eyes couldn't help but drift to Adachi Toru beside him.

At this time, it seems that instead of trying to steal the spotlight, we should observe Adachi Tohru's reaction.

Before contacting this person, you should always find out the other person's temperament, and try your best to understand whether this person is kind or malicious towards Tang Ze.

"Mr. Adachi, what do you think?" Mouri Kogoro took the initiative to speak, without lowering his voice, and deliberately directed all other people's eyes in the direction of Adachi Tohru, "I heard from the Metropolitan Police that you often come into contact with this kind of time For a serial murder case with a long span and consistent crimes, you should have a unique insight."

He didn’t want to speak, and his attention was all fixed on Ireland who was on the list of the deceased’s lost items: “…”

The word "contact" is used very subtly.

If I remember correctly, this grassroots member whose identity was requisitioned joined the organization just to let the organization help with the aftermath and cover up his crime of killing multiple people.

No, he remembered that based on the content he collected and the conclusions of his observations before coming, this detective with a less serious temperament loved to show off and wanted to appear in the newspaper five times a week. He was completely prepared to use the other party's activeness to cover up his presence.

What drama is this now?

Could it be that Kumail took advantage of the opportunity that he had a good relationship with this person and said some nonsense to induce him to test himself and force himself to make some mistakes?

Thinking of Kumail's email before entering the door, which was not even sarcastic, but directly pointed at his nose and mocked him, and the obvious and undisguised sarcastic expression, Ireland's eyes jumped fiercely.

Under the influence of Bourbon, Kumail didn't learn anything else, but only learned to open his mouth.

Look down on his acting skills and think that he will make a fool of himself if he speaks in public, right?

"Ah, Mr. Maori, you are exaggerating." After a second to regain control of his expression, Ireland smiled and slowly stood up. "I was just lucky enough to play a role in the investigation of several cases. However, if I must speak first, I do have some ideas, just as a starting point." Ireland, who was not very familiar with the specific personality of Adachi Toru, tried his best to fit the image of an incompetent policeman who was lazy and did not pay much attention to rules and regulations, and said something in a standard way. This immediately attracted the attention of almost everyone in the investigation class. The police who had been targeting him overtly or covertly in the past two days all frowned, leaned forward slightly, and looked like they were ready to attack. It seemed that if he couldn't explain it clearly, it would be hard to say who would be hit by this brick. Ireland, who was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, took a breath, and cursed Kumail, who provided the identity, ten times in his heart, and finally considered the appropriate sentence. "If I were the murderer - oh, this is my personal habit of thinking. I would try to consider the case from the murderer's perspective. The deceased had been attacked by an electric shock device and lost his ability to act. I could transport the living deceased dozens or even hundreds of kilometers to the scene of the murder and body dumping. I should have the ability to subdue an adult male and be able to take people on a long journey without arousing suspicion. Then, I could choose to kill the other party on the spot or find a more concealed location to dump the body. But I didn't do it. Why?"

"Because you have other purposes?" Sato Miwako, who was sitting in the first row, said in a gloomy tone, "I have ulterior motives, so I have to make a lot of arrangements."

"Of course." Ireland, who always felt that she was scolding herself, glanced at her and continued, "Under normal circumstances, the murderer will tend to commit crimes in a more accustomed and convenient form. If I had done something different, then this decision must have been closely related to my purpose. The purpose of this case is actually closer to public execution, that is, I must have had a close relationship with these dead people. "

"That is to say, the murderer is in the network of these people, or knows the dead for some reason." Maori Kogoro nodded, and without waiting for Ireland's next sentence, he immediately asked, "What about mahjong? If you are the murderer, why would you put such a mahjong there?"

Ireland, who felt that this sentence was a bit wrong, was silent for a second before answering: "The information on the mahjong is indeed very critical, so it cannot be interpreted casually. I think we can investigate the dead again, and maybe there will be new conclusions."

"What about taking away personal belongings? Is this also part of the execution, for a 'symbolic' punishment?" Seeing the strong atmosphere of questioning, Megure Jusan also asked.

Ireland's eyes jumped again.

Good question, I also want to know why this murderous idiot did this.

If he didn't do this, would he be standing here, surrounded by a group of inexplicable police and detectives like watching a monkey?

"I think this may have nothing to do with the purpose of my action." Ireland pursed his lips and tried not to let their attention focus on those things. "Maybe they were not specially selected. I should just kill people to achieve a certain goal or purpose. After all, if I really want to find something as a 'trophy', I am fully qualified to take away more symbolic items, such as their ID cards, or things related to their profession."

In short, it shouldn't be a drawstring bag in the pocket of an ordinary office worker who is low-key, works hard, and has a bit of identity problems.

... Who is responsible for the contact with this guy, and why did he put such a critical thing in a drawstring bag? !

Put it away honestly, put it in your bag, and lock it in the safe! Damn it!

Irish's inner resentment was that the police present could not receive it.

They just exchanged a suspicious look, then looked him up and down for a moment, with an expression of noncommittal.

Takagi touched his ear. Although he couldn't say anything unpleasant, he still followed his emotions and whispered: "Yeah, yes, you are a serial killer, everything you said is right."

Ireland's eyes really twitched this time.