The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Are you sure that the deceased is Shindo Sumire?"

"No, we are not sure yet whether there are dead people."

"With that level of bleeding, if all the blood came from one person, it would be impossible for him to still be alive..."

"I don't think it can be so absolute. Anyway, the forensic department has gone to her home to collect hair with hair follicles and other evidence. Whether it is yes or no, the results will be available in a day or two."

Zhu Fu Gaoming turned the pen in his hand while listening to the arguments and discussions in the conference room.

"Have you checked the piece of mahjong found at the scene?" He turned around and asked Henggou Zhenwu who was sitting next to him.

"Your question is very similar to that of my brother." Henggou Sengo scratched his head, "It does look like one piece. The composition of the red paint on the mahjong seems to be similar to the previous pieces."

The scene where Shindo Sumire was suspected to have been murdered was discovered in Ayase City, Kanagawa Prefecture. The person who went to the scene to participate in the investigation was naturally Yokomori Jugo from Kanagawa, the younger brother of the Yokomzo brothers.

"The same series of mahjong, but the murderer suddenly changed his killing method..." He held his chin and frowned.

"It's so strange. According to the previous analysis, the murderer shouldn't have changed his attack method casually." Yamato Gansuke, who was sitting next to him, picked up the pictures and maps at hand, "Do you think this appeared during the murder? An accident, or something else?”

"Not necessarily. Didn't the deceased who left the last words die in a car accident?" Henggou Sengo scratched his head and said uncertainly, "Well, maybe the murderer is not particularly obsessed with form? Or, this Shindo Sumire , different from other victims?”

Zhu Fu Gaoming stared at the map in his hand and shook his head slowly.

Although solving a case is a competition between the murderer and the police to see who makes fewer mistakes, it is not feasible to pin all hopes of solving the case on small-probability events.

The murderer himself should be a rigorous and thoughtful person, and there should not be such an abrupt change as hiding the body of the deceased.

"I think we should still consider the possibility of a second murderer." Zhufu Gaoming said slowly, "We can't just believe that Shindo Sumire is really dead."

The disappearance of the body means many things. Finding out what happened last night is the key step to solving the problem.

"If she is not dead, how do you explain those blood stains? No matter how you look at it, the amount of bleeding at the scene has reached one thousand milliliters." Yamato Gansuke grabbed his hair and patted the photo in his hand.

"This is the problem we should solve."

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"It's pretty awesome..." Standing in the convenience store across the street, looking at the alertness and flashing police lights in the distance, Matsuda Jinpei squeezed the paper shell of lemon tea in his hand, "I have no doubt that the blood is Where did it come from? How did you do this to deceive the forensics department? "

After briefly observing the scene, he, who had participated in some criminal investigations in the Search Division, couldn't help but be speechless.

If he hadn't witnessed Zhufu Jingguang take the crying Shindo Sumire away from home last night, and personally deliver her to the hiding place prepared by Karasawa, he would have doubted whether Shindo Sumire was really dead.

Plasma that can deceive the police and trace inspections cannot be forged from simple man-made props or other animal blood, right?

"It's also a product of the palace." Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had taken off his disguise, wore a mask and sunglasses, and his whole face was hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat. He replied dully, "According to Noah, this is the A 'gift' left behind by a psychiatrist who provoked Tang Ze. Just think that his palace form is rather weird, and some of the mechanisms of his palace were learned by Noah."

"Is there a mechanism for the energy source to continuously produce plasma that is fake and real..." Matsuda Jinpei pinched the bridge of his nose and was disgusted by the scene he immediately imagined.

"So if you have to say it, you can think that the raw material of the blood outside is Karasawa's blood." Zhufu Jingguang pointed to the warning tape opposite, "That's what the tube of blood I asked for from Shindo Sumire yesterday was for. Used.”

"So, there will be no flaws in the DNA test?" Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but hissed.

"Although there is a slight difference between the blood born in the cognitive world and real human blood, well, it is impossible to use it for medical purposes anyway, but it is enough to sprinkle it on the ground and pretend that a person is losing blood rapidly. "Zhu Fu Jingguang also pressed his eyebrows, "Don't ask for details. It's easy to have trouble sleeping."

As for what kind of pervert can create a "sacrament" using human blood as wine, it is difficult to understand even if we look back at the past records.

According to other people who were watching at the scene, this guy was scared crazy by his own palace and was almost killed by his own palace inside. He felt that the credibility was quite high.

"Ha, is it 'fake blood' that cannot be detected by scientific means?" Matsuda Jinpei shook his head, "If I were still a policeman, I would feel sad for myself."

A different world that cannot be explained by common sense, can directly touch and kill a person's soul.

Relying on pure power, you can change other people's minds, create something out of nothing, and turn falsehood into truth...

If one day something goes wrong in Tangze's thoughts, it would be terrifying to think about how much disaster he could bring to the world with such a world as his backing.

No wonder, the organization that Zero and the others are working undercover are so fanatical about this kind of power and are desperate for anything.

"That is enough power to create gods, and the impact it will have after being developed and used is immeasurable." Zhu Fu Jingguang twirled his fingers twice, remembering that the blood that passed through his fingers last night was no different from real blood. The "red wine" also lamented, "I only used it to create false murder cases, which is already very restrained."

"Kami..." Matsuda Jinpei squinted at his obscured expression from behind his sunglasses, "He said it so conclusively that it seemed like you had seen him before."

"I haven't seen it before, but... you don't know the current situation in Miss Junhui's hometown." Zhu Fu Jingguang pressed the brim of his hat and lowered his voice.

"Why are we involved again? What's wrong with her? Did she do anything with this power?" Matsuda Jinpei's impression of Shimabukuro Kimie is still that of a very energetic, motivated, gentle and reliable woman. Monk Zhanger was confused.

"...When you have time, you can also read more about the group's information." Zhu Fu Jingguang said euphemistically, "Although you have nothing to do with the organization, so you have no urgent need to understand this power, the teammates' This situation should be considered more carefully.”

Having been in contact with Karasawa Ikawa, Morofuku Kagemitsu, who was somewhat aware of the organization's ambitions, was slightly anxious for two days after he just woke up and confirmed the ability of the Phantom Thief of Heart.

Anxious about the real existence of this power, the organization's research is not aimless, and anxious about what the organization will do with it if the Phantom Thieves cannot hide this power.

He did not express this emotion, but silently resisted and digested it in his heart, but Tangze seemed to be aware of it, so he asked Noah to show him the "criminal records" of everyone in the group.

I have to admit, I really don’t feel anxious after reading it, and the effect is immediate.

Regardless of the starting point, in terms of lethality alone, it is difficult for the organization to beat his ruthless teammates.

"I will naturally say this kind of thing when I want to say it. There is no need to look at it secretly." Matsuda Jinpei waved his hand nonchalantly, "Forget it, after all, it is very powerful, right?"

"Yes, it's very powerful. So, there is nothing to worry about with Kiharagawa's little power. You can rest assured to hand over the investigation results to Karasawa." Zhufu Jingguang patted his back, "No matter how difficult the maze is, it is difficult." Don’t defeat them.”

"I knew you wanted to say this. I'm not worried about the difficulty..."

"Don't worry, Tangze won't be fooled by his father's phantom. Besides, it's impossible for him to go alone. We are still here."

"Okay, okay..."

Matsuda Jinpei, who was more or less convinced, lowered his head, pressed the keyboard of his mobile phone to integrate the information he had confirmed, and started writing a document, while Morofuku Kagemitsu was still staring at the "crime scene" across the street.

The list handed over to Kosuke Mizutani by the murderer should include those guys who had put him to death...

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"Kousuke, this is our first time traveling together!"

"Kousuke, this tastes really good!"

"Don't worry, Kousuke, it will get better. As long as the two of us are confident about the future, we will be able to overcome these difficulties one day. Don't be sad!"

"Kosuke, Kosuke——"

There was a "pop" sound, and the surrounding lights turned on. Mizutani Kosuke blinked his eyes as if waking up from a dream, and then felt tears almost slipping from the corners of his eyes.

No matter how long it takes, some pain cannot be erased. It is like a crack on a piece of porcelain. Once it exists, even if it does not break, it will only become wider and deeper, and will only become wider and deeper as time goes by. Soaked in memory, it cannot be bridged.

Death hurts especially.

If possible, if there was a choice, wouldn't it be better to die with her in the fire three years ago?

"Sorry, it's so beautiful. I'm a little stunned." Thinking of this, Mizutani Kosuke sat up and wiped the water marks from the corners of his eyes covertly, "I've wanted to come to the planetarium here for a long time. Thank you for helping me buy tickets and make reservations. , If I were to come by myself, I don’t know when I would be able to get the tickets.”

Although Karasawa, who is studying alone in Tokyo, is not a native of Tokyo, he still has more to spare than he who is busy working odd jobs all day long to make ends meet.

Mizutani Kosuke is very grateful for this kind of kindness that he is willing to spend this kind of energy for a stranger who has just met on the Internet.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a little effort." Tang Ze, who was sitting next to him, smiled and thoughtfully did not ask the reason for his emotional breakdown. He just stood up and pointed in the direction of the exit, "There are also special souvenirs over there. The planetarium next door makes pretty good stuff. I even came here to buy some of their stuff. Do you want to check it out? "

"Okay. I'm sorry to trouble you, but you still have to come with me today." Mizutani Kosuke stood up and bowed again apologetically to express his thanks.

"That's right here. Thank you very much for your willingness to listen and share your own affairs." Tang Ze returned the greeting to him, his tone was calm and melancholy.

"No, in this case, I am the same. In many things, empathy is just a comforting excuse. Only people in the same situation will understand each other." Mizutani Kosuke lowered his head and subconsciously touched the bag hanging on the zipper. Yushou.

"I think this is the meaning of the mutual aid association." Tangze said, his eyes already falling on his canvas shoulder bag.

Mizutani Kosuke himself is indeed difficult to find.

At a young age, he lost his girlfriend whom he truly loved. He has no family and no stable job. He is on the edge of society and is the kind of guy who will not be discovered even if he dies accidentally one day.

He does have serious inner trauma and can find his own shadow, but even if he finds out where he is going to work today from the shadow, whether he can stop him in time and whether he can get close to him quietly is still a problem.

So, Tang Ze followed his most familiar habit of collecting intelligence.

Find the commonality between himself and the other party, use the most resonant methods and words to make the other party actively approach and reveal the information he needs.

Is there any commonality between Mizutani Hirosuke and Tang Ze's own experience? Of course there is.

"I never thought that there would be such a place as a mutual aid association for fire victims." Mizutani Hirosuke, who was unaware of Tang Ze's scrutiny, carried his bag, which was actually worth more than a thousand gold, and followed Tang Ze to the souvenir shop, "Are there really so many fires in Kyoto?"

He thought that tourist cities should invest more resources and police force in this regard.

Seeing the photos that Tang Ze sent privately on the forum, Mizutani Hirosuke was secretly shocked.

Tang Ze's home was not simply a disaster, it was burned to a scorched earth.

Even if he had some money, the real estate was destroyed like this. A minor who lost his parents might not even be able to rebuild it properly.

Seeing Tang Ze's discussion threads, although the other party did not lose his relatives because of the fire, Mizutani Hirosuke still felt the pain of not being able to find the last trace of his loved ones from his words.

A pain he was very familiar with.

Time has passed, and such a long time has passed. The people around him are no longer willing to listen to him repeat those sorrows. This pain has become more and more severe. After receiving news from his girlfriend's family, it has gradually become unbearable.

He has the opportunity to share this feeling with strangers who met by chance at this moment because of the mutual aid section of the forum, and his anxiety has been relieved and comforted.

Perhaps this is, a shallow friendship brings deep feelings.

Mizutani Kousuke sighed like this.