The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Shindou Sumire? I know the address."

After ending the call, Gin raised his chin and signaled Vodka to change the route.

"Hachioji City?" Vodka calculated in his mind after glancing at the message that popped up on his phone, and shook his head, "It's hard to get ahead of the police even if we take the fastest exit. I'm afraid we won't have time to force a confession or take the person away."

"Force a confession? That's not necessary." Gin lit a cigarette, looked at the road that was still full of traffic in the night, and stated the facts calmly, "Kill the person, just stay there and wait."

According to Ireland, Shindou Sumire, who contacted the police, was emotional and spoke in a strong tone. In addition, she asked the police to provide protection. The murderer probably knew that she had discovered her identity.

Regardless of whether this person is his next target, for the sake of self-protection, the murderer should come to do something to this person.

As long as Shindou Sumire is still at home when they arrive at the scene, they just need to wait and see.

"Then, the police won't care?" Vodka nodded, of course he had no doubt about Gin's decision, and then confirmed it.

The case was not making any progress, and the police were in a state of panic. It was hard to say how they would react to this new breakthrough.

"Don't worry about the police. They won't send too many police forces before getting the exact information from Shindo Sumire." Gin, who thought he knew the police's style of doing things very well, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number again.

"Hello, it's me."

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"Knock knock knock——"

Hearing the noise coming from the door, Shindo Sumire, who was sitting in the middle of the living room with a carving knife in her hand, trembled all over and subconsciously glanced at the warm yellow floor lamp next to her.

After confirming that she had become the next target of the murderer, she became a frightened bird and never dared to stay alone in the room again.

In order to prevent people from seeing that someone was at home, she didn't even dare to turn on the main light and lighting in the room. She only dared to move a dim atmosphere light and then nestled in the sofa in the living room, fearing that the attacker who was lurking somewhere would confirm her whereabouts and come to the door to attack.

Now, hearing the knock at the door, Shindo Sumire's nerves were extremely tense. For the first time, she began to regret that she didn't move to a safer address after her income jumped.

Although this is a small apartment of high quality, like most low-rise apartment buildings in Japan, there are not many bricks and stones in the building, and her exquisite and simple carved wooden door can't stop the murderer who is determined to kill.

After knocking three times, the person standing in front of the door waited patiently for a moment, and soon, there were three more rhythmic knocks.

Shindo Sumire, who was determined not to open the door until the police arrived, adjusted the posture of holding the knife, and her palms were wet.

"Miss Shindo, don't be nervous. It's me, Yusuke Kitagawa." This time, the visitor said in a deep voice without waiting for a response, "I am Mr. Kisaragi's disciple. We met a few days ago."

"Kitagawa...?" Hearing the unexpected name, Shindo Sumire opened her eyes wide in astonishment.

She had indeed seen Yusuke Kitagawa.

Kisaragi Fengshui, who has been low-key all his life, rarely participates in any activities except for some commercial social activities such as auctions and collectors' salons. He has become a national treasure-level Japanese painter. Even if he disappears and refuses to show his face, no one dares to underestimate him. His status is here.

But this old man suddenly started to operate recently, soliciting investments and gatherings everywhere, saying that he was going to hold a large-scale personal works tour. In addition to the domestic plan, it actually includes some overseas trips.

Of course, it is impossible for the old man to suddenly change his nature at this age. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that he likes his new apprentice and is going to train him as a closed disciple. This is to raise his reputation and pave the way for him.

After all, at Kisaragi Fengshui's age, this exhibition may really be his last in his life. Whether he will have the opportunity to accumulate more peak works in the limited years to come is a question.

Using such a swan song to solemnly push his disciple to the stage, everyone can see the respect and care in it.

Kitagawa Yusuke, who had no foundation, was originally just a rising star who suddenly appeared. It is hard to say whether he will reach the peak or be a flash in the pan. Now, he has become the next national treasure-level genius praised by many peers.

Shindo Sumire certainly knows him and has met him once at a small art exhibition, but the real rising star painter Shindo Sumire didn't even have the opportunity to introduce herself in such an occasion where bigwigs gathered. She didn't think she had any friendship with this rising star that was worth the other party's special visit.

Sumire Shindo stood up on tiptoe with doubt, and looked out in front of the cat's eye.

The blue-haired boy in a simple white shirt and jeans stood upright at the door.

It turned out to be Yusuke Kitagawa...

Sumi Shindo looked at the knife in her hand, hesitated for a long time, and still took off the anti-theft chain at the door with trembling fingers, and opened the door carefully.

There was no reason for Yusuke Kitagawa to get mixed up with Nanako Motogami's family and friends. On the contrary, if he really decided to visit her temporarily because of some industry problems, if he was implicated by the murderer, she would be in big trouble if she knew the danger and didn't warn him.

"Mr. Kitagawa, it's so late, what's the matter?" Shindou Sumire opened the door a crack and whispered, "I'm sorry, if there is any artistic problem, I'm afraid that recently..."

Before she finished speaking, Kitagawa Yusuke had already grabbed the crack of the door and opened it without saying anything.

"Ah! Kitagawa-kun!" Shindou Sumire was frightened by his action and almost raised her hand to stab him reflexively. Seeing that Kitagawa Yusuke who opened the door just frowned and looked into her house, without any intention of touching her, she slowly relaxed.

After the tension was relieved, she keenly realized the meaning of Kitagawa Yusuke's actions.

He was confirming that there was no one else in her home, and he did not consider her an enemy, so this action actually implies protection...

"No time to talk, Miss Shindo." Seeing that her doors were all closed and only one light was on in the living room, Kitagawa Yusuke's brows finally relaxed. Without any greeting, he said directly, "Have you ever received a piece of mahjong with a mark? And there was a black line drawn on the back."

There is no reason why Motokami Kazuki, who was quite ritualistic in committing crimes, would not confide his inner thoughts to the victims, as can be seen from the deceased who died in a car accident some time ago.

Even if the death itself was caused by Motokami Kazuki, the mahjong could not have been put in by him out of thin air.

In other words, the victim must have received the mahjong tiles before his death, and soon understood the targeted murderous intention from this item.

Shindo Sumire's sudden call to the police was probably due to similar reasons. She received the mahjong tiles from the murderer and realized that she was also being targeted, so she asked the police for help.

"Yes. Are you here for this?" Shindo Sumire's face was full of disbelief, "But..."

It had only been half an hour since she made the call, and the police had not responded in time. How could someone so quickly...

Kitagawa Yusuke, who was standing in front of her, did not mean to answer her question, and said solemnly: "That's it. Take your mahjong tiles and follow me. I will send you to a safe place to hide for a few days. Hurry up and don't take anything. The murderer will find this place soon."

Shindo Sumire's fingertips trembled a few times, and the knife wet by sweat could no longer be held tightly, slipped from the palm of her hand, and stabbed into the floor.

She sobbed softly with a little out of control, and immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and nodded vigorously in the face of the other party's inquiring eyes.

The threat was imminent, and it was completely unknown when the police would arrive. She had no choice at all.

Kitagawa Yusuke, as an excellent young man who had no position against her, was already her best choice in the current situation.

"Okay, I'll take the things..." She wiped her face twice, turned around and ran back to the studio, and grabbed the paper box on the workbench. Although she still didn't understand why Kitagawa Yusuke came to her at the critical moment, the art practitioner with a well-developed associative nerve had already made many assumptions about this sudden magical scene in her heart, and even had a vague premonition. Someone who came faster and more timely than the police and knew the murderer's movements... Clutching the box in her hand, Shindo Sumire obediently changed into a pair of comfortable flat shoes and followed Kitagawa Yusuke out of her home. Outside the quiet apartment building, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers. Shindo Sumire looked at the figure in front of her, a little nervous and a little moved, looking at the tall man in front of her, stepping on the shadow of the leader, and stepped into the moonlight without hesitation. It must be like that, a phantom thief who punishes evil and saves lives...

But, speaking of this, she remembered that Mr. Kitagawa Yusuke was a thin and beautiful boy with a classical beauty. Why did he feel that this man tonight had such a broad and strong chest?

Well, it was an illusion. Maybe she felt that the other party looked too reliable and couldn't help adding some filters. Besides, high school students in their teens are still growing up, which is normal...

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"What are you looking at?" Xingchuan Hui, who was sitting in the driver's seat, saw Tang Ze holding a sniper rifle casually and staring at his mobile phone intently, and couldn't help but lean over, "Is there any new news?"

Although the work thrown by Gin was not difficult, it was normal for Tang Ze to touch the fish casually, but according to his understanding, Tang Ze, who was busy with something, generally rarely distracted him.

When acting with someone else's identity, you need to be cautious. Tang Ze is very clear about the consequences of being careless, and he has been laughed at by the people in the group until now.

"Watch for fun." Seeing his curiosity, Tang Ze simply turned his phone around and shared the picture above with him.

The angle of view of the picture was not high, it felt like it was only at the height of a person's waist, and it looked like a camera placed on a table or something like that.

The picture showed an apartment with elegant and artistic decoration. Only a yellow ambient light was turned on, which made it a little dim.

A sneaky figure tiptoed into the picture.

Wearing sunglasses and a cloak, he had a very invisible effect in the darkness, but because of this outfit, he was very recognizable. Matsuda Jinpei looked around the apartment, thought for a moment, and started to decorate it.

He pushed down the clothes hanger and overturned the flower pot, making a sign that a fight had taken place in front of the door, and then pushed open all the closed doors and turned on the headlights in the living room.

After doing all this, he pulled out an envelope from his pocket, stared at it and thought for a moment, then turned around and casually stuck it behind the door of the apartment.

Then he opened the door directly, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and walked away in a chic manner.

I have to admit that his black clothes that can completely compete with Kidd are also very impressive, and the flying cape when he walks with big strides is even more free and unrestrained.

This makes the Motokami Kazuki who walked into the door behind him look particularly embarrassed.

Motokami Kazuki, who covered his head and face, held the prepared lock picking tools and stun gun in his hands, and his expression froze when he stood in front of the door.

The door was open, the lights were not turned off, and the door was still in a mess, as if someone had been scuffling.

No matter how you think about it, it feels like Shindou Sumire was taken away by someone who got there first.

Motokami Kazuki looked tense, but he didn't forget to put on shoe covers, and carefully searched the house first.

Of course, nothing was found.

His face was a mixture of confusion and anger, as if he felt that he was being targeted, but he was not sure.

Judging from the situation, it was not the police who did it, but it seemed unlikely that there were other attackers.

Shindo Sumire had simple interpersonal relationships and had just made a name for herself in the art world. She had a little money, but it didn't seem like she was rich enough to be robbed...

Motokami Kazuki was puzzled. After thinking it over again and again, he pursed his lips again and searched hard.

Forget about other things, the mahjong he delivered to Shindo Sumire's house was still in the house.

It was clear that she was missing, and the neighbors would definitely call the police tomorrow morning. Whether she was dead or not, this thing could not be found by the police.

The places where Shindo Sumire had the most personal belongings were the bedroom and the studio, and as he searched more and more anxiously, things fell all over the floor, but it was obvious that he could not find the things that had been deliberately asked to be taken away.

"What the hell..." Motokami Kazuki gritted his teeth and angrily squeezed the tool bag and checked the time.

I can't stay here any longer. After a while, the neighbors will definitely be confused by the noise and come to see what's going on.

Thinking of this, Motokami Kazuki turned around and prepared to go out. He stared at the door that was suddenly opened for a moment, and suddenly, as if an idea had come to him, he reached out and pushed the door.

The envelope that Matsuda Jinpei had casually pasted there appeared crookedly in front of Motokami Kazuki.

"…What the hell is this!"

This time, his voice was a little louder, and even a slight echo was heard in the empty living room.