The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Feeling the murderer's silent madness in the air, Xingchuan Hui shook his head sympathetically, but couldn't help but wonder: "What letter did you ask Mr. Matsuda to leave? A warning letter? But it's not good to try to change his mind now, isn't it? …”

However, whether they or the organization, the fundamental purpose of the operation is to investigate the list of crucial personnel in the hands of the murderer. Even the role played by people like Kiharagawa in this matter is not that important, and they just need to be solved incidentally. Just the goal.

Sending a warning letter to the murderer now will certainly have the opportunity to correct his distorted and paranoid thinking, but at the same time, it is also likely to alert the snake. If the murderer later figures out and surrenders, it may even lead the organization's bomb to more people...

According to his understanding of the organization, the problems caused by this list falling into the hands of the police will only become greater.

"Of course it can't be a warning letter." Tang Ze waved his hand casually, "Of course it's impossible for the murderer to deviate from the route at this time, something specious."

Leading Ireland to the Toto Tower and inducing Gin to encircle him was a very important part, and it was also an opportunity to find the memory card more accurately. Karasawa would naturally not let it go astray.

The purpose of saving Shindo Sumire was to reduce the casualties of innocent people as much as possible. Kazuki Motogami, who had already killed six people out of anger, could no longer look back, so why use another life to add to his sins.

"There was only one sentence in that letter, 'I will finish what I should do.' As for what he thinks, I can't control it." Tang Ze shrugged.

"Oh, you want him to misunderstand that this is Mizutani Kosuke's masterpiece." Hoshikawa Teru suddenly realized.

Karasawa showed a childish smile, raised his finger and pointed at Kazuki Honami, who was holding the letter on the screen and striding away: "Sumi Shindo is being taken away by us now. Whether she lives or dies is of course up to us. It's not difficult to fool him."

If it is really blood revenge, and the dead victim is indeed responsible for the death of Nanako Motojo, Karasawa may not be so targeted, and at most he will use some tricks to make Kazuki Motomo's assassination fail. That’s it.

Whether he is angry at all the survivors because of his sister's death, or he hates Mizutani Kosuke who caused his sister to run away from home and travel to Kyoto, these can be understood as extreme actions of an irrational brother who is angry, but he tried to It seems a bit worldly and shrewd to completely erase his own presence in this matter and prepare to blame the entire murder case on Mizutani Kosuke.

There is nothing wrong with such shrewdness. Self-preservation is human nature.

But in the context of blood revenge, this shrewdness is somewhat out of place, so much so that it subtly offends Tang Ze.

Thinking of this, Xingchuan Hui completely understood.

Hoshikawa Hui, who understood what kind of fun Tang Ze wanted to see, looked away, looked at his mobile phone speechlessly, and took a photo of Tang Ze: "Don't look at me, boss, the police and their cars are coming."

"Huh? Well, let's drive on the bridge. Did you throw the nail down?"

"Throw it down."

Tang Ze nodded, motioned for him to press the window to make way for him, and put the muzzle of the gun on the edge of the window.

At the other end of the road, several high-beam headlights were lit in the distance, and two cars were approaching at high speed from the direction of downtown Tokyo.

"How have your sniper training been recently?" Tang Ze asked softly while adjusting the direction of the scope. The gun in his hand did not tremble at all and had quickly entered a resting state.

"...it's not bad." Xingchuan Hui touched the gun body in his hand and answered uncertainly, "Senior Jingguang said I'm still far behind."

Tangze smiled.

Close range marksmanship and sniping are two different things. For a newcomer with a busy schedule and just a few months into sniping, for a veteran like Zhu Fu Jingguang who has seen what a real top sniper is like, it is normal for him to be far behind. thing.

If it doesn't get any worse reviews, then it's considered passable.

"Then give it a try. You are responsible for the left side." Tangze said casually without any pressure.

After all, it was the tire that was being hit, not the person. Even if one side was missed, the goal of delaying the police action would have been achieved as long as the tire was punctured.

"good……"

Among the vehicles below, the police officers from the search section who had not yet known that an accident was coming were still discussing the newly obtained information.

"Sumi Shindo is an up-and-coming painter who lives in Hachioji City and is from Tokyo." Rensaburo Shiratori, who was sitting in the back row, supported the back of the seat in the front row and stubbornly stuck himself between Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru, " Before setting off, I briefly checked her interpersonal situation in the system and still couldn’t determine her relationship with other victims.”

"Officer Morofushi suggested before that we could check the mail packages and express delivery received by the victims recently. Are there any results?" Sato Miwako asked seriously.

"There is no result. Although I also support his suggestion that 'Mahjong may have been sent to the victim before his death,' they may not have received it through the same channel." Takagi Wataru shook his head, "I didn't find anything special. of letters or packages.”

"How cunning..." Miwako Sato looked at the asphalt road ahead illuminated by the car lights, her brows furrowed.

The scene of the first crime is far away from the scene where the victim was kidnapped. There are almost no flaws. All the clues are full of mysterious rituals...

This kind of serial killer may be what those detectives who engage in psychological profiling like to propose as "psychopaths with typical mental traits such as obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"The most urgent task is to find the common points among the victims." Takagi Wataru answered distractedly while driving, "In fact, although Fukase Minoru is not the murderer, he gave me some inspiration. Could a place like Dorobiga Park be the place where a group of almost completely random strangers come into contact? Entertainment venues, commercial venues, etc...."

"It is possible, so Officers Morobushi and Ogino are screening the victims' travel expenses in recent years... Be careful!" Sato Miwako was halfway through answering when she suddenly caught a shadow on the road with the corner of her eye. She was startled and shouted loudly.

Her reminder was timely enough, but the expressway at this speed did not give much reaction time. Before Takagi Wataru stepped on the brakes in time, he felt the car body turn suddenly, as if it had lost control.

"It's a flat tire!" Shiratori Renzaburo shook violently and immediately grabbed the side handle, "Don't step on the brakes, slowly pull over!"

Takagi Shigeru nodded, nervously gripped the steering wheel, and began to slow down. Realizing something, Shiratori Renzaburo raised his head and looked at the second car behind them through the rear window.

In a flash, the second car obviously followed their footsteps and slithered on the road.

The two cars parked in the emergency lane on the side one after the other. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles on this road at night, so no accidents occurred.

As soon as the car stopped, Sato Miwako immediately got out of the car and checked the wheels on both sides.

The front tires of the two cars were obviously damaged, and the entire car body tilted forward a little.

She frowned and bent over to confirm, then turned her head to look at the black shadow she had seen.

A small express box the size of a palm fell in the middle of the road. Due to being crushed twice in succession, the scattered steel nails rolled all over the ground.

"Did the steel nail pierce the tire?" Takagi Wataru, who ran to the road to check and put up warning signs, quickly came back with something in his hands.

"It seems so." Shiratori Renzaburo patted the dust on his hands and stood up, "There is an obvious hole in the tire."

"Really, who threw the steel nail on the expressway at night? It's too lacking in public morality."

"Maybe it wasn't thrown down, maybe it was lost by a passing truck."

"Tsk, take a photo first to collect evidence, and then notify the traffic police. There's no time to dawdle, change the spare tire, we have to hurry to Hachioji City."

"It just happened to be at this time... It's like God is helping the murderer."

"Don't talk nonsense, Chiba..."

The two police officers in the car behind rushed over to meet them, quickly assigned their respective tasks, and got busy while complaining.

Sato Miwako, who carefully examined the steel nail for a while, looked at the car with broken wheels on both sides and one front wheel, and then raised her head and looked at the bridge above the road.

Is it really such a coincidence that a foreign object was thrown on the ground where there is a bridge...

There is no street light on the empty bridge, and there is only darkness in the night.

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"It's too late." Standing in the studio of Shindo Sumire, Gin looked at the messy room and said coldly.

"Where is Kumail?" Vodka looked around the empty room and asked.

This is asking whether the person was taken away by the murderer or the police. Gin glanced at the new message prompt on his mobile phone: "Success."

In fact, this confirmation is unnecessary.

If Kumail, who has excellent sniping talent, can't hit two cars on a five- or six-meter-high highway bridge, he should have died in the training camp and never come out.

"This murderer is really lucky..." Vodka was amazed.

In other words, in the less than an hour since they received the news and rushed over, the murderer found the target, quickly succeeded and left.

Gin deleted Kumail's reply without comment and sent a brief message to Ireland.

"Let's go. We shouldn't stay here for long." He said lightly and walked out of the room without any care.

He wanted to seize the time to intercept, and it was not his problem if he failed.

He had done his best anyway, so let Ireland worry about his own troubles.

Half an hour later, the police who entered Shindo Sumire's house sighed the same as him.

"It's late." Picking up the photo on the table and looking at Shindo Sumire who was holding a large plush bear and smiling very cheerfully in the photo frame, Shiratori Renzaburo sighed a little sadly, "I also went to see her art exhibition."

It's hard to say whether others are pretending, but Shiratori Renzaburo is a real art lover.

Is it that artists in Tokyo are prone to getting into trouble, or does he, as a criminal policeman, really have some special ability to pay attention? Why does he feel that his attention to the art world is so unlucky...

"According to previous cases, if the murderer took away Shindo Sumire, there will probably be news tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Takagi Shigeru hammered the wall heavily, "It was just a little bit..."

If the car didn't have a flat tire on the road, could they actually save the person or even stop the murderer?

"Don't touch things randomly, it will affect the scene investigation." Sato Miwako stopped them, squatted down and touched the dried paint marks on the ground, "It's too late. It's estimated that the murderer found her not long after she called the police."

Looking at the state of the paint, when the intruder entered this room, they had just formed a team to set off at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"If only she could say a few more words, or even provide some clues." Takagi Wataru sighed sadly when he thought of the possible death he might face again.

The reason why the police here were not mobilized in a big way to cooperate with the blockade and protection was that the news about Shindo Sumire could not be verified for the time being, and the application could not be approved at all.

Now, looking at the situation in her family, what she said must be true, but it was too late.

Sato Miwako pressed the completely solidified paint again, and looked at the faint trace of a shoe print on it, frowning.

Something was wrong, it was really wrong...

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"Do you think there are other forces interfering behind this case?" Takagi Wataru heard Sato Miwako's speech and couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Hush, keep your voice down!" Miwako Sato slapped him, looked in the direction of the conference room, and said with a serious and solemn expression, "Don't you think this case is weird from beginning to end?"

It's not strange that a serial killer who spans multiple places appears, but the investigation process of the whole case...

The killer has been around for so long, and it was not until the sixth victim appeared that someone suddenly organized a joint investigation.

The task force was finally set up, but the situation was very strange. The detective who joined inexplicably added many variables to the whole case handling process.

The vehicle suddenly had a flat tire when rushing to the location of the reporter...The victim's home showed signs of suspected third-party intruders...

"There is a little bit." Takagi Wataru touched his chin, "especially Adachi Toru. It feels like, like..."

Adachi Toru doesn't look like a detective who came to assist. Compared with Maori Kogoro, he seems to be a spy who came to check the progress and report to someone without them.

He had seen this feeling before. Generally speaking, the murderer or the deceased had some secrets related to important people or serious issues, so that the investigation process became tortuous and bizarre, and it was kept secret.

"It's like deliberately inserting an observer who doesn't get along with everyone." Sato Miwako curled her lips.

If you don't get along with everyone, you won't have any inclinations, and you won't be involved with the existing investigators. From this perspective, the boss really made the right choice.

"You say that, a little bit..." Takagi Shigeru thought of their targeted "pranks" and smiled awkwardly.

Without waiting for Sato Miwako to say anything, Megure Jusan hurriedly approached from the other end of the corridor. The two immediately stopped talking and followed him into the meeting room.

"Inspector Yokomizo's message." Megure Jusan held up the faxed document in his hand. "In a park in Ayase City, someone called the police and said that a lot of blood was found. After the local police station dispatched, they found a mahjong tile at the scene."

After taking a deep breath, Megure Jusan knew that it was inappropriate to announce this news, but he still accurately conveyed the information he received.

"A lot of blood, the forensic department has not yet issued a report, but it can be confirmed that it is basically the same blood. Officer Yokomizo believes that Shindou Sumire is likely dead."