The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Feeling that the situation was slightly out of control, Megure Jusan cleared his throat to draw everyone's attention back.

He knew that his subordinates were getting restless recently because of Adachi Toru, the paratrooper.

It's not that it's not okay. To be honest, he also disagrees with the decision of the top leaders, but this kind of internal contradiction is not suitable to be publicly displayed in front of colleagues from all over the country.

Before Ireland could not help but fight back, he interrupted the discussion: "Thank you Mr. Adachi for your reference. Does anyone else have any ideas?"

"I think we can think of this clue in a simpler way. Could it be that there is a conflict between the murderer and the victim caused by the card game?"

"It's unlikely. How do you explain the pattern and letters behind the mahjong?"

"Compared to the straightforward surface meaning, the murderer should use a code that only he and the victim can understand..."

Except for Ireland who was holding his breath secretly, everyone else in the conference room followed the discussion and entered the heated discussion atmosphere. Conan, who was sitting outside, listened to the various speculations in the room, flipped through the documents in his hand, and thought.

"Why, what do you think about the case?" Tang Ze turned his head and saw him in a classic thinking posture, and asked aloud.

"Hmm? Oh, not yet. I think that although there are still many mysteries in this case, the nature is actually very clear. The murderer is a character who has intersections with all the victims. The main difficulty is actually to analyze and discover this intersection. In this part, as long as the police from all over the country work together, I believe that some traces will be found soon." Conan shook his head and changed the subject, "I feel that Adachi Toru is a little bit wrong."

"Why, his "If I were the murderer" made you feel uncomfortable?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows.

If you want to say it's wrong, it's really wrong, and it's not only Adachi Toru who is wrong, but the current "Adachi Toru" is even more wrong.

If Conan can see through Ireland's identity one step ahead, it won't be a bad thing for Tang Ze's next plan.

"I can't say. It doesn't seem to match my impression of him." Conan frowned, not knowing how to describe this subtle feeling for a while.

Is Adachi Toru a bastard? Judging from his words and deeds, not only is he, but he may be more of a bastard than everyone thinks.

But according to the impression left by the encounter with this person in Izu, the current Adachi Toru is a bit too sharp and a bit too "normal".

Combining his usual speaking style and the tone of his private conversation with Karasawa, according to Conan's understanding, Adachi Toru has a very strong tendency of darkness and world-weariness in his heart. It is manifested in his usual appearance that he seems to care nothing and has no expectations for his work and life.

In other words, he is a person who is impossible to express himself actively and even a bit of a slacker on the outside.

Will he really stand up and make such an attention-grabbing speech because of a squeeze from Maori Kogoro? Or is this case really very important to him, so important that even a slacker like him has to show the greatest enthusiasm to face it?

"In short, what can be confirmed at present is that this is definitely not a random nature or a serial murder of random people under specific conditions by the murderer."

While Conan was still thinking, the calm voice of Morobushi Takaaki sounded in the headset, which was very prominent in the discussion of the whole audience.

"Although we are still not sure why the murderer and the victims were connected, the nature of this case is definitely for revenge and revenge. The mahjong left behind and the items taken away can all prove the murderer's emotions when he acted. The behavioral logic of the entire case must revolve around this point."

What he meant was that it would be difficult to figure out the murderer's purpose just by sitting here and speculating and researching. It is still important to start investigating and visiting step by step, and try to find the common points among the six victims.

Megure Jusan and Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who were sitting under the whiteboard and projection, nodded with satisfaction.

For this serious serial murder case, what they want is definitely not to rely solely on the inspiration and wisdom of the detectives to try their luck. More solid investigation work is what the criminal police are good at and willing to do.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga stood up and began to summarize the investigation meeting to introduce the case.

"Everyone present, whether it is the last words of the deceased or the situation reflected by the evidence, it shows that the suspect is very likely to commit crimes again. The impact of the case has been very bad today. This matter concerns the credibility of the police. We must do our best to prevent the case from happening and prevent it from happening. Please abandon the sense of jurisdiction and the selfish desire to compete for merit, synchronize any information in time, and do your best to arrest the criminal as soon as possible!"

After the uniform response, the police in the venue stood up and filed out.

Conan and Karasawa also took off their headphones, pretending that nothing had happened, and quickly put away the information that Takagi Shi secretly gave them, waiting as if nothing had happened.

Mouri Ran, who had been reading a handout for a long time, glanced at the two people and shook her head helplessly.

When she was with Shinichi all day, she had seen how desperate the detectives were to find out the truth. Unexpectedly, now that she was a child who was less convenient to contact the case, she could see the more exaggerated side of this group of reasoning madmen.

Speaking of eavesdropping on internal police meetings, is it really not illegal?

She was still hesitantly thinking, and the police who walked out of the meeting room approached her.

Mao Lilan looked up and saw a familiar face, and quickly stood up and saluted: "Matsumoto, sir, long time no see. How are you doing, Mr. Sayuri?"

"Oh, it's you, the daughter of the Maori family, long time no see. Sayuri is doing very well and is still thinking about changing jobs." Matsumoto Kiyonaga saw it was Maori Ran, his face brightened a little, and he said hello in a friendly manner.

His eyes glanced at Conan and Tang Ze behind her, he also nodded and calmly looked back.

Mouri Kogoro brought his whole family to the meeting, which was a bit unscrupulous if we looked into it further, but because these children were all participants and victims of Sayuri's thrilling wedding, his attitude could not be hardened.

"Hey, Teacher Sayuri is going to change jobs?" Mao Lilan was surprised, "Is there something going wrong at work?"

What else could it be because of that bastard Takasugi Toshihiko?

Matsumoto Kiyonaga rolled his eyelids and his voice became completely cold: "She feels that she may be better at soothing other people's emotions, and is planning to work as a psychological counseling volunteer at the Suzuki Group's Victim Assistance Foundation."

Upon hearing the familiar name, the expressions of the three people changed and they silently looked away.

Among them, Tangze's expression was the most subtle.

Sayuri Matsumoto, oh no, her name is Sayuri Takasugi now. Although her husband Toshihiko Takasugi is an adopted son, he is also the heir to the Takasugi Consortium. She is now a rich wife who no longer needs to worry about her livelihood.

Because of the ups and downs she and her husband had gone through, and the fact that former student Suzuki Sonoko took the lead in establishing a charity fund, it was only natural that she would have this idea.

As for her father, because he was in the wrong when it came to Takasugi Toshihiko, if she proposed the idea of ​​reducing tragedies and misunderstandings like Toshihiko's, Matsumoto Kiyonaga would probably not even stand to stop them. The mood of a few people who are more or less inseparable from each other will indeed be very delicate.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who was in a bad mood, caught a glimpse of the policemen coming out behind him from the corner of his eye. He immediately saw Mouri Kogoro and Adachi Toru walking in tandem several meters apart, and his expression completely darkened.

"Moori, and Adachi, right?"

The two people who were still sizing each other up secretly straightened their backs immediately when they heard this.

"This case involves a wide range of things. It is an attempt to choose you. I hope you will not disappoint us." Matsumoto Kiyonaga's fierce appearance became even more sinister after his face sank. What he said was like It's like a threat.

"Yes!" Mouri Kogoro was excited and instinctively tightened his heels and saluted.

"Thank you for your trust." Ireland also tightened her face and bent slightly towards him.

Matsumoto Kiyoshi nodded calmly, turned around and continued to leave.

Shiratori Rensaburo, who had been following them, saw the stunned expressions of several people, and took the initiative to stop. He explained to Mao Lilan and Karasawa in a soft voice: "Matsumoto's warning to him is not aimed at you, don't worry. He's a little bit off. I am satisfied with the high-level interference in the investigation, but I am a little dissatisfied.”

As he spoke, he gestured with the corner of his eye to Tohru Adachi, who stood up slowly, and it was very obvious who Matsumoto Kiyonaga was dissatisfied with.

Karasawa, who was somewhat responsible for this situation, understood what was going on.

Since the identity of Ireland's replacement is no longer Matsumoto Kiyonaga, the person in charge of the entire investigation team, the fact that Mouri Kogoro was originally invited should not exist.

It's not a technical problem. What's the point of asking for help from people outside the police force? Doesn't this mean that the police have no confidence in solving the case?

Mouri Kogoro received the invitation this time, mainly because of the arrangement between him and Amuro Toru. Adachi Toru, a non-staff member, suddenly airborne, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the real person in charge, Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

After the opposition was fruitless, in order to counter the decision of the top management, he additionally nominated Kogoro Mori, a "close relative" detective who was also a policeman and was closer to the Investigation Division, which seemed to let them compete in the ring.

So now he sees that the two consultants who have been inserted have noses, not noses, not eyes, and that is perfectly normal.

According to the plan of Karasawa and Toru Amuro, when the case advanced to the final stage and Ireland's identity was exposed, Toru Adachi's role changed from a simple airborne soldier to an equally innocent victim. Everyone's emotions about this identity were huge. The probability has been vented, and if it is handed over to Matsuda Jinpei, the safety factor will be much higher.

To put it bluntly, Ireland plays the role of a filter and absorber this time, which is convenient for Adachi Toru's vest to be whitened.

So even though Ireland stared at him with a malicious look, Tang Ze did not show any displeasure, but instead responded with an inclusive smile.

Just stare, you can just stare, it's understandable that the wronged person will feel a little resentful.

"When they fight with gods, those of us below will be unlucky." Mouri Kogoro scratched his head and sighed helplessly.

He also knew that this invitation was a bit tricky. Matsumoto Kiyonaga didn't really value his ability. He mainly wanted to resist high-level interference. He was more of a convenient tool than the detective who helped him.

But because of his background and the relationship with his old boss, it was impossible for him to refuse this commission...

"It's really a difficult matter, Mr. Mori." Knowing that he was also in a difficult situation, Takagi Wataru patted his arm comfortingly, "If you need help with the investigation, just ask."

Takagi Wataru himself, or in other words, most of the people in the First Search Division, had a similar attitude to Matsumoto Kiyonaga. They were also disgusted with Adachi Tohru, a guy who came down by air and was given a lot of authority.

As long as Mouri Kogoro can suppress him, the entire search class will help.

Mouri Kogoro thanked him for his kindness and looked at the police officers who were gathered in twos and threes on the other side.

These non-Tokyo police officers who came on business trips had to be uniformly arranged for food and accommodation by the Metropolitan Police Department. Now they had to have meals together, and they couldn't get along with the local police officers.

"Don't you need to contact the police from other counties first? In this case, interpersonal relationships are the highlight. Most of the victims are not from Tokyo." Mouri Kogoro pointed in their direction.

Looking at the backs of those people, Conan couldn't help but nodded.

It is indeed possible to get in touch with him, and Mouri Kogoro is quite famous in various places. He has contacted many of them, which is definitely an advantage compared to Adachi Tohru.

"That police officer named Zhufu, I think he is quite powerful." Conan poked Tangze's arm and whispered, "I feel that his investigation ideas are very clear. Otherwise, we..."

How about using Mouri Kogoro's name to contact him.

After listening to the entire conversation, Conan had a good impression of this clear-thinking policeman - especially in contrast to the fact that Yamamura Kai was sitting next to him.

Having a policeman like him with solid and reliable working ability to investigate together can effectively improve efficiency.

Tangze looked at the back of Zhufu Gaoming walking forward while talking to the policeman beside him, and his eyes unconsciously looked to the other side of the corridor.

Zhufu Jingguang, who had been sitting there before the meeting, had disappeared, probably heading towards the zero group.

"Officer Zhufu, police officer Zhufu——"

Morofuku Gaoming, who was about to make a call to inform Yamato Kansuke of the current situation of the meeting, heard a call from his side and raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.

A female clerk in charge of the front desk ran up to him and asked carefully: "Are you Police Officer Morofushi Takaaki from Nagano Prefecture?"

"Yes, I am."

After taking a look at the nameplate on his chest, the female staff member breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly handed the tied bag to his hand.

"Great, I caught up. I was worried about missing the end of the meeting. This is something someone just sent to the front desk and told me it must be handed over to you before noon."

"For me...?"

He had no connections in Tokyo and rarely came to Tokyo after graduating from university. His participation in this investigation was also a temporary decision by the bureau.

Why was there a package delivered to him by name?

Zhufu Gaoming, who was confused, took the heavy bag and felt a heat through the outer packaging, and couldn't help but be stunned.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a lunch box.

A very brand-new lunch box, simple and solid color, without any printing. There is a folded thank-you note on the lid, which is personally signed by Zhu Fu Gaoming.

"It's a thank you letter." The other police officers who were paying attention couldn't help but smile when they saw this. "It seems that it was sent by the citizens who have helped. You are really prestigious and capable, Officer Zhufu."

Zhu Fu Gaoming stared at the writing on the envelope with a dazed expression. After hearing the words, he only smiled reluctantly and opened the envelope eagerly.

To his disappointment, there were only two blank pieces of paper in the envelope, and there was no identifying information left on the empty paper.

He turned his attention to the lunch box again, and slowly opened the lid as if he had a premonition.

In the lid of the box, there is a full portion of pasta, mixed with mushrooms and shrimps, and the warm noodles are still slightly steaming.

Holding this lunch that had no signature but completely matched his taste, Zhu Fu Gaoming froze on the spot.