The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"It's the Big Dipper and the Morning Star. Do you like this, Mizutani?"

Mizutani Hirosuke, who had been standing in front of the counter and looking at the pendant for a long time without saying a word, was awakened by this voice. He looked up blankly and saw the comforting smile on Tang Ze's face. Only then did he come to his senses that he had been holding the pendant in a daze for too long.

Perhaps it was the approaching Qixi Festival, and time kept reminding him of what happened in the past, and the emptiness after some losses was aching again.

"I always feel a little too sentimental these days..." Mizutani Hirosuke said self-deprecatingly and picked up the metal keychain.

Before he noticed this forum section because of the news push he received one day, Mizutani Hirosuke, who lacked interpersonal communication in real life, had always lacked a channel to confide.

He was penniless, had no stable job, and had a very narrow social circle.

The only people who can empathize with him are probably Nanako's family, but in their eyes, he is not recognized, and even thinks that he is one of the culprits who caused this result...

This emotion has been suppressed in his heart for too long, so that when he rarely has the opportunity to talk about it with others, he often feels dazed after releasing his emotions.

"This can't be called sentimentality, Mizutani-kun. Being traumatized by the loss of a close person only shows that you are a person with normal emotions. You always say that you are prone to indulge in the past, but who can really abandon the past completely?" Tang Ze persuaded in a gentle tone, "You were criticized too much in the past."

"But you are all very strong. Compared with you, my emotions seem to be difficult to control..." Mizutani Hirosuke handed the keychain in his hand to the cashier to pay, and watched it being put into the shopping bag, and whispered with embarrassment.

After joining the mutual aid association, Mizutani Hirosuke realized that there are so many people in the world who are in a worse situation than himself.

Some of them lost their fathers when they were young, like Tang Ze, some lost their only child in middle age, their original life plans were interrupted by natural disasters and man-made disasters, and some will spend the rest of their lives immersed in the pain of loss and regret.

Mentioning his own experience in front of these people often makes Mizutani Hirosuke feel ashamed, and he wonders if he is too weak to get out of it.

"How could it be? Mizutani-kun, there is no high or low in suffering." Tang Ze patted his shoulder, "Pain should not be compared. It is not easy for you to come to this day alone after going through all this."

Mizutani Hirosuke looked back at Tang Ze, who spoke in a tolerant tone like an elder, and couldn't help laughing at his particularly childish face.

"I'm so lame for letting a minor to enlighten me."

Tang Ze smiled and walked out of the observatory shop with him. Seeing that Mizutani Hirosuke seemed to have calmed down a lot, he asked back: "How do you feel? Are you in a better mood?"

Putting the keychain into his bag, Mizutani Hirosuke exhaled as if he had accomplished a mission.

As they walked out of the planetarium, he gradually became more talkative.

"I feel much better just by being able to see the stars. Nanako and I both like stargazing. I think it's because we can feel a sense of stability from the stars, as if the moments together can continue with the starlight..."

"You think it's clear, don't you? Why did you say in the discussion thread that your girlfriend took care of your financial situation and chose a hobby that doesn't cost much to participate?"

"Uh, haha, maybe there is also this reason..."

"It seems that you really need someone to chat with you. Do you want to go drink?"

"Ah? But, Tang Zejun, you are not old enough to drink..."

"Yes, but I can watch you drink. Let's go, I know a cheap izakaya..."

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"Three years ago on the Tanabata Festival, a fire broke out in a hotel called Vega in Kyoto?" Hearing Hattori Heiji's answer, Conan's voice suddenly rose.

"Yes, this incident was on the news at the time. Didn't I go to Kyoto to investigate the fire at the Karasawa family home? I found it when I was screening similar news. Two residents died in the fire." Hattori Heiji recalled the relevant content he had read before, and slowly frowned, "Do you think this is related to the case you are investigating?"

"It is very likely. How many details do you remember? Can you go to the local area to help me confirm it carefully?" Conan clenched the notebook in his hand and confirmed quickly.

"I saw it when I went to the library to search for news with relevant keywords. It was probably that the residents on the fifth floor smoked in the non-smoking area and did not extinguish the cigarette butts, causing the carpet to ignite. The resident who caused the fire also died in the fire. In addition, there was another person on the sixth floor who died of carbon monoxide poisoning due to the thick smoke." Hattori Heiji said, and his hands were already neatly sorting out the schoolbag he had just put down.

Skipping classes to conduct detective investigations, whether it is him or the teacher, should be used to it.

"Didn't the fire department rescue people in time?" Conan looked at his watch, gestured to Huihara Ai, and also picked up his schoolbag and tiptoed out of the classroom.

"No, the hotel's fire inspection was missed. The escape ladder on the sixth floor was stuck because of the fire and could not be used. The only safe staircase was on fire, and the residents on the sixth floor were forced to use the elevator to escape."

"That hotel, there should be only one elevator?"

"There should be only that one elevator that can be used in the fire."

Conan exhaled, and Hattori Heiji on the other end of the phone was also silent for a short while.

Their smart minds were naturally very capable of associating, and at this time they had already thought of the possibility of that mahjong tile.

"So the black line drawn by the murderer on the mahjong tile means the elevator. Hattori..."

"I understand, I will go to the scene to confirm the maximum number of people in the elevator of that hotel."

"Thank you."

Conan actually had a premonition of the most likely situation while asking for this.

There is a high probability that this number will be 7 people.

Just like the seven barrels on the mahjong tile.

I am afraid I have to go to the library to check the Kyoto newspapers from three years ago to see if I can find any personal information about the victims who died in the fire.

"It's no trouble, it's just a piece of cake." Hattori Heiji laughed on the other end of the phone, "Hurry up, this time, we can't let Adachi Toru succeed, Kudo."

"Oh, of course."

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"How's it going, did Mizutani Kousuke hang up?"

As soon as Karasawa returned to the base, he heard Matsuda Jinpei asking this, and he almost couldn't help but spit out the coffee that was close to his mouth.

He said this like an outlaw.

Although strictly speaking they are indeed criminals, referring to a room full of black accounts with unknown sources of funds engaged in illegal industries, but this tone, which sounds like a member of the Yakuza, is too...

"How can I say that? I just went to chat with him, not to torture him." Tang Ze shook his head with a smile, "Whether he wants to tell others is his own business."

In the whole process of contacting Mizutani Hirosuke, except for guiding him to the forum at the beginning, Noah made some moves, including contacting him on the Internet, communicating for two or three days, and calling Mizutani Hirosuke out to meet with him with the planetarium tickets that were difficult to book, all of which were done by Tang Ze with his mouth, oh no, with a keyboard.

He did not induce others to say anything inappropriate, don't falsely accuse him!

Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyes from the edge of his sunglasses, looked at him unconvincedly, and changed his words: "So did he confess?"

"... He confessed." Tang Ze shrugged and gave up correcting his words. "He has been in a bad mental state for the past few years. Motokami Kazuki has been pressuring him with words like he can't avenge Nanako and he is also the murderer who killed Nanako. He was almost at his limit."

Really, how could he not ask? Do you know the value of thoughtfulness 5?

Mizutani Kousuke has a gentle personality, and it can even be said that he is a little submissive.

His girlfriend chose to run away from home because of her relationship with him. He always felt guilty about this. As a result, after living with his girlfriend for two years, his girlfriend died in an accident while traveling with him.

The double guilt and pressure almost overwhelmed him. There was a suitable opportunity, and Tang Ze always used an attitude of tolerance and understanding to guide him to confide his feelings after meeting offline. After two glasses of wine, Mizutani Kousuke said everything.

In addition to the fact that people tend to speak the truth when drunk, the relatively private conversation space of the izakaya booth is also a very important part, so Tang Ze would try to meet him offline.

This is equivalent to reporting and exposing his girlfriend's brother in disguise. Considering that the other party's motive for killing is to avenge his girlfriend, these words are even more difficult to say.

It is easy to leave traces when talking online, and there will be fewer such concerns if you meet and talk offline.

After losing the pressure, Mizutani Kousuke's sense of burden suddenly became lighter. After all, he was afraid that the worst case scenario would be that the listener would want to report to the police after listening, and it would be difficult to take drunken nonsense seriously.

"It's not as simple as you say..." Matsuda Jinpei glanced at Tang Ze's emotional expression, shook his head, and did not continue to say the rest of the words.

Good at grasping the weaknesses of people's hearts, and even better at fabricating a suitable environment to paralyze and relax the target, Tang Ze seemed to know how to do these things by nature.

Again, Tang Ze's own ideas are still firm, and he will not use his personal ability to commit crimes. Otherwise, with this ability to induce confessions alone, this guy will definitely cause more damage than Kihara River.

"So, are you going to replace the memory card later?" Matsuda Jinpei stopped dwelling on this question and asked instead.

Morobushi Kagemitsu is sending supplies to Shindo Sumire who is hiding in a basement in Kanagawa as Kitagawa Yusuke, so he can only ask this question.

Although Morobushi Kagemitsu himself looks like he is not in a hurry and will have plenty of opportunities to solve the problem after the dust settles, Matsuda Jinpei can't wait.

Already knowing the cause of his friend's death, and knowing that it is related to some deeply hidden cancer in the police force, Matsuda Jinpei really doesn't want to wait a moment.

"We have taken Shindo Sumire away and disguised the death scene. The murderer will definitely wait until the night of Tanabata for his next move. We just need to exchange the things from Mizutani Kousuke before then. He can't carry those things with him." Tang Ze waved his hand, "I understand your feelings, but don't worry, it's not too late."

Anyway, Morobushi Kagemitsu has been dead for three years and revived for a few months, so we can still wait for a few more days.

"Noah, did you capture the content you were asked to monitor?" Tang Ze patted the doll on the bag.

After contacting Mizutani Hirosuke, it was easy to find the contact information of Motokami Kazuki through the contact information recorded in his mobile phone.

"It was monitored. As you guessed, he would call Kiharakawa regularly, and sometimes he would even come directly to Kiharakawa's hospital for treatment." Noah answered calmly in a childish voice, "I excerpted some recordings and processed the voice of Motokami Kazuki according to your requirements."

"Okay, just send it to Vermouth." Tang Ze spread his hands, "She knows what to do."

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"Are you calm now, Mr. Motokami?"

"I have nothing to be upset about, doctor. But how could it be possible? That weak coward, how could he dare to do it..."

Ireland, who couldn't listen any longer, closed the recording file and hammered the table hard with great indignation.

He said why Kumail was so calm and collected, and the files he brought were so complete, as if he was really a famous detective. After all this time, the murderer had nothing to do with any political struggle or conspiracy, but was the result of a researcher in the organization who experimented with mind control without authorization and instigated others!

Vermouth said that this researcher now lives in Beika Town and has had contact with Kumail.

Thinking of what he had witnessed in the past, Kumail instigated the murderer, even assisted the murderer in killing and destroying evidence, arranging the scene, etc., Ireland suddenly felt that he had realized it.

Even if Kumail was not involved in this accident, he must have known the cause and effect in detail.

No wonder he looked so lazy from the beginning of the mission!

"What do you mean this is the sequelae of a psychotherapy? This is a shitty psychotherapy..." Ireland was so angry that he pressed the delete key with extra force, "Wait until I take the things back..."

Now his goal is to find the victim's family members with inexplicable brain circuits in time, and he has no time to tangle with Belmode for the time being.

When he finishes the task, he must teach this psychologist who has caused trouble for himself a lesson...!

On the other side, Belmode, who received the reply, clicked on the message and saw Ireland's cold answer as expected.

She curled her lips and slowly exhaled the cigarette in her mouth.

Through the curling smoke, she looked at the message sent by Kumail in the mailbox and asked her to pass it on, and squinted her eyes slightly.

It is understandable that Kumail targeted Ireland, but what is the purpose of encircling and constantly angering Ireland?

Forget it, it is undoubted that Ireland will not survive until the end of the mission. No matter what this child wants to do, everything will disappear into the darkness again with the death and silence of the insider.

She picked up her phone and continued to edit the message she was going to send back.

"Be careful with your steps, don't get caught by those wolfhounds, Kumail. I have high hopes for you, too."