The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"...Why are you here?"

Through the noise of the helicopter propeller, Tang Ze heard Gin's question in a completely declarative tone, and made an innocent expression: "Why, didn't you ask me to clean up after it?"

Gin gave up looking at him through the unclear imager, and directly passed through the glass of the helicopter, staring fiercely at Akechi Goro standing in front of the railing.

He didn't need to say more, Gin, who had received the news directly from Vermouth, could guess what had happened.

It was nothing more than Vermouth thought that Kumail and Ireland had refused to cooperate to the extent that she thought that something had happened here in Ireland, so there was a good reason for Kumail to come and beat the dog when it was down.

Gin's mood improved a little after glancing at the trigger of the weapon that could fire directly in Vodka's hand, and he said in a very indifferent tone: "Is there anything you need to clean up after it? Don't talk nonsense here."

"Well? At least that's the order I received." The man standing by the railing spread his hands.

The too close distance shone too brightly on the other person's face, so that it was difficult to see Goro Akechi's expression, but Gin didn't need to look closely to know that he must have the kind of mask-like smile that always appears on the TV screen and light box.

Gin couldn't help but make a disgusted expression full of disgust at the fact that he could subconsciously imagine Kumail's expression, and suddenly felt that the phone in his hand was very dirty.

"Since you are here to clean up the mess, what were you doing over there just now?" Gin gave up reasoning with the other party and asked the question just now.

He felt that there was another person at the scene. It was because he saw Ireland, who was completely limp on the ground, suddenly made a sideways movement. According to Gin's judgment, it was obvious that someone turned Ireland's body over and tried to check his frontal gunshot wound.

This was a completely subconscious reaction of rescue or assistance. Maybe there were still conscious policemen in the tower, so Gin immediately made a vigilant move to turn back and make up the knife.

But since it was Kumail...

Sure enough, the next second, a voice that was justified and justified came from the phone.

"You mean when I came up just now? I just checked if he was pretending to be dead." Tang Ze smoothed his hair that was blown by the airflow of the propeller, squinted his eyes and smiled brightly in the direction of the helicopter cockpit, "But it doesn't matter even if he is pretending to be dead."

Conan, who was nestled in the light box, stared at Akechi Goro with fear as he stepped on the steel structure walkway under his feet, bent down, and pulled out the gun behind Ireland's waist.

Conan curled his fingers, restrained the movement of reaching out to stop him, and clenched his teeth tightly.

No matter what Akechi Goro thought, what his identity was, at this moment, if this person had not appeared, he would probably have been exposed to Gin's vision.

Gin, a killer who has carried out too many organizational tasks on the front line, has insight that ordinary people who grew up in peacetime can't easily compete with.

Looking down at the pool of blood that was still expanding, Conan felt an unspeakable wavering.

If he didn't stop it now, Ireland would die in front of him no matter whether Akechi Goro really wanted to clean up the mess and silence him.

And he himself would have to watch Akechi Goro kill people in front of him.

To protect and cover up his existence.

If he didn't move, the tragedy would happen soon. If he moved, not only would he be exposed immediately, but he would also probably drag Akechi Goro, who pretended to be indifferent, into the water...

What to do, how to find a way to have the best of both worlds?

Conan gritted his teeth, his mind was working fast, and he bent his legs that were huddled in the small space and moved them, trying to use the convenience of the cover to create a blind spot that Gin couldn't detect, so that the bullet in Akechi Goro's hand wouldn't really fall on Ireland.

He was about to make a move, but Ireland, who was lying on the ground with a weakening breath, suddenly raised his hand and pressed his body, which he wanted to stick out, firmly in place.

The noise of helicopter propellers was in his ears, and Ireland's words, as soft as mosquitoes, could only be heard vaguely.

"Don't do it, Kudo Shinichi..." Ireland, who was already breathing out more than breathing in, said with all his strength, "Keep going, keep chasing..."

If there really is someone in the world who can rely on his passion and forge ahead to really drag the organization out of the shadows, it must be a guy like this child, as bright and warm as the morning sun.

With the favor of Vermouth and Kumail, he might really go to unimaginable places.

While Ireland said this, Akechi Goro, who was obviously very skilled in shooting, had bent down and pulled out the revolver behind his waist.

He skillfully loaded the gun, raised the gun, and fired...

In just a few seconds, Conan's eyes seemed to be infinitely slowed down and stretched, and his raised hand, which wanted to stop all this from happening, was so slow and weak.

"Bang, bang, bang--"

Without the silencer blocking it, the standard police pistol in Goro Akechi's hand made a loud noise and movement, which was deafening to Conan who was just a few feet away.

Conan looked at everything happening in front of him, his expression in confusion.

Most of the pistols used by the police are not high-precision firearms. He, who often deals with the police, certainly knows this.

But he remembered that Goro Akechi was a guy with excellent shooting skills...?

This, the direction he was aiming at...

Without changing his expression, Tang Ze emptied the magazine of the gun in his hand, and then raised his foot again and kicked Ireland, who was lying on the ground, twice.

Conan, who had just been kicked by the sharp leather shoes, knew that this kind of pain must be very sharp, but Ireland, who was lying there, did not give any feedback of pain, and let him kick, as if he was really dead.

"You are really pretending to be dead." Tang Ze, who emptied the magazine, spread his hands, put his index finger through the trigger ring of the pistol, and turned the revolver in his hand like a toy, "But it's okay now."

Gin, who witnessed the whole process through the glass of the helicopter, raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to Vodka silently.

Vodka understood what he was saying and controlled the helicopter, circling the pointed spire of the iron tower and turning to the other side.

After changing the direction, the situation in the entire corridor was in full view.

Ireland, dressed in a tight black suit, was lying on the ground without any movement. The only person standing beside him was Kumail, who was playing with a pistol. Apart from that, the entire circular corridor was empty.

This place was more than 200 meters high, and there was no shelter that could hide an adult. At this point, even the suspicious Gin completely put aside his doubts.

"I'll leave this to you." After saying this, Gin had no intention of listening to Kumail's answer and was ready to hang up the phone.

As a killer trained by the organization, Kumail didn't need to elaborate on the minor issues of aftermath, bloodstains and corpses.

Ireland, who had replaced a police consultant for many days, was originally a suspicious third party to the police. His identity was not reliable at all. Even if they were caught, with Kumail's eloquence, there was no need to worry about the other party being exposed.

...If it is really exposed, that would be great.

"Hey, Gin-senpai, be careful, don't lower the helicopter's altitude. Although there are no police, there are now in the tower..."

Tang Ze deliberately spoke in a slow tone. When Gin, who was about to hang up the phone, really realized what he was saying, Vodka, who was about to finish his work, had already distanced himself and lowered the flight altitude, preparing to return to the helicopter base.

So, a steel bar like a javelin shot straight at the helicopter from the bottom of the observation deck, hitting the tail of the helicopter.

Gin turned his head in shock and anger.

In the Tokyo Tower, where the lighting was completely turned off, the attacker's appearance could not be seen clearly with the naked eye. Only a faint reflection of glasses could be seen from the steel structure stairs below the observation deck.

"...There is a very powerful karate genius." After finishing the second half of the sentence slowly, Tang Ze hung up the phone in his hand slowly, as if he didn't see the helicopter that started to smoke and was preparing for an emergency landing in a panic.

Before Gin called back and roared, he turned his wrist and directly squeezed the phone in his hand, leaving several cracks, and then threw it lightly outside the railing.

This is Ireland's phone. He didn't deliberately refuse to communicate with Gin. He was just destroying the evidence normally according to the process.

Tang Ze, who had no psychological burden, put down his hand and finally met Conan's eyes this time.

Conan, who was still observing whether Ireland was an excellent actor or really dead, couldn't help but be shocked.

From the time Goro Akechi appeared here to Gin's complete departure, Goro Akechi completely resisted any response to his existence, as if he really couldn't see his existence.

At this moment, the two of them really looked at each other for the first time.

"Why don't you hurry up and squat here? Do you want to take pictures of my crime scene to collect evidence?" Tang Ze adjusted the gloves on both hands and said in a calm tone.

Gin did not notice Conan's existence, so Ireland did not take the bullet for him.

Ireland on the ground was of course alive.

At this time, it can be seen that the organization likes to wear black clothes, because the clothes are all black, and it is difficult to confirm where the hit is or whether it is hit by naked eyes from the helicopter.

Ireland had a penetrating wound, and the ground was full of blood. Moreover, due to the distance, Conan had no chance to step on the blood. There was no trace of a third person at the scene.

So Gin was fooled without a doubt.

The East Capital Tower did not suffer from ruthless shooting, and the kind-hearted child did not perform parkour horror. He saved a lot of repair costs for the municipal planning and broadcasting company in the port area.

... After counting with fingers, why is it still a bit unhappy?

Hearing him say this, Conan's extremely stiff body trembled for a moment, then regained consciousness and crawled out of the light box.

The box was full of old dust and oil. After staying in it for just a few minutes, he completely turned into a dirty cat with black and gray streaks on his face, which made Tang Ze laugh.

Conan, who was trapped in his own emotions, did not notice his uncontrollable smile, but just stared blankly at Ireland lying on the ground.

He knew that even if Akechi Goro did not appear, it would be difficult for Ireland to survive tonight.

From Gin's unhesitating actions, it is not difficult to see that, as described by Akechi Goro, Gin came to silence people tonight.

Whether it is the helicopter that did not leave space for the other party at all, or the helicopter with more cold barrels than rescue equipment, it can reflect the undisguised killing intention.

If Akechi Goro did not appear, Ireland would also die here, but if he really had to witness a life that could have been saved, die in such an unclear way...

"What about him, what will happen?"

Conan wanted to ask a question and get an answer, but when he spoke, he found that his voice was lighter than expected.

Too much lighter, as if he didn't want to hear an answer.

He and Akechi Goro have never been familiar with each other, and it can even be said that their relationship is extremely bad. Being able to appear here and cover his existence is already a very kind act that far exceeds their relationship.

Can't ask for more, shouldn't push an inch.

However, he really is...

"Okay, let's go." Tang Ze waved his hand, as if to drive away mosquitoes or small animals, and waved his hand casually, "Go find Kyogoku Makoto, and then wait for the police to come, don't act on your own."

The next thing is the work content of the organization members, and it should not be shown to children.

Ireland, who had been lying on the ground for a long time without moving, finally moved at this moment.

He raised his head and cast a look at Conan.

The blood flowing from his chest wet his own cheeks, and a large pool of blood stained the ground.

With many years of experience in and out of the crime scene, Conan knew that his bleeding had reached the limit of the human body.

He also knew the meaning of Ireland's eyes.

Without the appearance of Mingzhi, he could not survive.

Hit by a sniper rifle, he could not get timely treatment and still died. It was not Akechi who caused all this, but Gin. To be more specific, it was because he exposed his identity and showed his hostility towards Gin too early...

It's not Akechi Goro's problem, nor is it your problem.

Conan, who clearly read this sentence from Ireland's eyes, clenched his teeth again.

He didn't say anything else, walked over the pool of blood on the ground, walked over Ireland's body that was gradually losing its breath, and walked towards the stairs. His movements gradually turned into running.

Go downstairs, ask for help, maybe it's not too late now...

Watching his back go away, Tang Ze restrained the expression of pretending to be indifferent on his face, squatted down, and poked Ireland on the ground.

Ireland's body trembled slightly.

If we don't consider their relationship and the fact that the two of them have hatred even without the cover of their identities, this plastic colleague unexpectedly cooperated well.

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and felt a little satisfied.

The fact that Ireland is still alive is essentially something he has earned.

"Alive. Now let's talk about your problem, Ireland. Do you want to live?"