The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"So, Akechi-san, you came to Toto Tower tonight to complete your commission. Then when will you return to Toto Tower and stay in the tower?"

"Maybe it's a little later than others. I received a call related to the commission in the afternoon, so I went to a nearby park, entered the Tokyo Tower and stayed until very late, because I saw a familiar people."

"A familiar person, specifically?"

"Well, to be more specific, it's Miss Mao Lilan and others who are taking notes over there..."

"On Chinese Valentine's Day, seeing other young people here doesn't seem like something worth waiting for until closing?"

"How should I put it? This actually has nothing to do with my own commission, but it is related to Detective Maori after all..."

Conan leaned against Mao Lilan's legs, looking down at the stones and dust in front of his toes, absentmindedly listening to Akechi Goro's lines that were obviously all nonsense, and thinking about some complicated things in his mind.

As he expected, Toru Adachi was indeed the guy with a suspicious identity.

However, this truth does not change anything, on the contrary, it seems to prove something worse.

Psychiatrists who take advantage of human nature, and the power of organizations to infiltrate and corrode the police. What role did the police play in Tangze's case, which cannot be called complex at all...

According to what he understood from Goro Akechi's words, Ireland was not in fact indispensable to Adachi.

If any policeman, a policeman whose entire information and life safety is under the control of the organization, wants to replace him, it may be safer to truly erase and replace him than to push Tohru Adachi into the investigation team.

Toru Adachi is just a by-product of the intrigue within the organization, and cannot even be called the tip of the iceberg of organizational planning.

He very much hoped that the other party was just saying this to express his bluff, but the facts were so difficult to overturn and deny.

Adachi Toru will be selected simply because this information is easier for the organization to obtain. This person is easier to master, more obedient and easy to control...

"...You said your client is a painter named Shindo Sumire?!" Conan's messy and painful thoughts were pulled back by Shiratori Rensaburo's exclamation.

Shindo Sumire, the name of the last victim in the series of cases, was a young and successful painter.

Goro Akechi's words were almost like saying that he had seen a ghost...

"Yes, well, at least that's what she calls herself." Putting his chin in the posture of thinking, Akechi Goro said thoughtfully, "Judging from your reaction, I seem to be involved in something again. What's wrong? "What's wrong with my client? She's quite generous."

Rensaburo Shiratori looked down at the booklet in his hand, and then secretly observed the other police officers around him.

Shindo Sumire is a semi-publicly deceased person. Akechi Goro, who has no police channels, may not know about this matter, but the person who made the commission must know about it.

In addition, Shindo Sumire actually survived, so no colleagues should have let this issue slip.

So the person Akechi Goro came into contact with...

"Tell me more about it."

Shiratori Rensaburo cheered up and opened a new page in the manual, preparing to listen carefully and try to find some necessary content from the clues here.

Conan, who had determined that Goro Akechi was most likely talking nonsense, rolled his eyes, faced Mao Lilan's worried and urgent gaze, and no longer distracted himself from listening to Akechi's movements.

Akechi Goro's purpose in coming to the Toto Tower is definitely not what he said, so the half-truths and half-false statements that follow are most likely just nonsense and lies, and there is no need to listen more.

The opponent's biggest mission target has been wiped out by Gin's gun. Even if he really came to see "Shindo Sumire", the identity of this Shindo Sumire is still coming out.

An unidentified woman who appears here and uses the identity of a deceased person is obviously here to help Ireland and others, so the answer is actually very clear.

Belmode...

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"Belmod, what are you doing?"

Being awakened by the slightly cold voice in his ear, Belmod looked at the long section of cigarette ashes in his hand.

Judging from the length of the ashes, she had maintained this posture and let the cigarette in her hand burn for a long time, so that Gin, who was standing two steps away, could not attract her attention.

Relying on Kumail's information to figure out the situation at the scene, she felt extremely complicated. She flicked her fingers twice and could only shrug her shoulders pretending to be relaxed.

"I'm thinking about when Kumail set his sights on Ireland. It's definitely not like he came to help by 'accident' or with 'good intentions'."

The subtext of her words was that she had to be careful when getting along with Kumail, lest she step into the other party's trap like Ireland, who was so frustrated and frustrated, and ultimately unable to fly.

In other words, she believed that the failure and disastrous defeat of the Irish mission was Kumail's hand.

"So, how did Ireland's identity come to light?" Gin was not interested in knowing the thoughts of his colleagues, and just asked coldly, "Tell me the specific situation."

Colleagues in the organization have been fond of intrigues for a day or two. Pisco, the veteran, is dead. Ireland, who has been working with him for many years, is already in an embarrassing situation where he may be killed by people from other factions at any time.

Is Kumail taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble and deliberately neglecting Ireland, causing him to get into trouble during the mission, or is there an instigation from Bourbon or even more people behind the scenes to use him to eliminate Ireland, an unstable factor? He is too lazy to guess and does not need an answer.

The organization provided a convenient identity and an excellent background without any worries. With such conditions for completing the mission, Ireland still could not do what he should do and finally stepped into Kumail's trap...

In Gin's evaluation system, such people are generally referred to as trash, and he is not in the mood to classify garbage.

Now let Vermouth, the off-site assistant, give a definite answer, just to confirm that Adachi Toru's identity is reliable, and to see how Ireland, who can't even play a small policeman with the help of two top disguisers, revealed his feet.

"How did Kumail bring him back to Tokyo... Ireland didn't ask about this matter, and he instinctively stayed away from Kumail out of disgust, so he lost the way to understand this matter." Vermouth lowered his eyes and whispered Conan's judgment that he had made before, "Kumel is even less likely to tell him that he actually entered the Metropolitan Police Department relying on the cases solved by Kumail. These days, he lacked foresight about meeting 'Karazawa Akira' before, and was easily tricked out."

In fact, it was Edogawa Conan who solved it, but neither she nor Kumail could leave any loopholes for the organization in this regard.

In addition, the causal order of time is also very subtle.

It is true that Ireland was tricked out, but when he was tricked out by Conan, Adachi Toru himself was already on the way back to the Metropolitan Police Department. The accusation that "Ireland was forced to attack the police because his identity was exposed, causing the situation to completely go out of control" is pure slander.

However, bullying the dead who can't speak is the basic quality of the winery employees, so Vermouth's heartbeat did not speed up even a beat when he lied.

"So, Ireland didn't have complete information, and was seen through by a group of police from all over the country." Gin concluded.

Vermouth glanced at him sideways and slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke.

Gin didn't show it on his face, but he must be secretly happy that Ireland, the guy who was chasing him and yelling all day that he would report to the boss, was gone.

However, anyway, Kenzo Masuyama died very early and died cleanly, and no one could redress Ireland, so the conclusion of this incident was determined.

This was a completely black whistle. No matter which referee it was, they would fast forward to the death penalty. It was all personal grudges and no reason. It was not surprising that Ireland would be blown down alive.

She leaned on the windowsill carelessly, adjusted her brown curly hair, and continued to look at the night sky outside the window without any intention of removing the disguise.

A crescent moon hook was cut by the dark East Metropolis Tower, like a sharp knife standing tall with its back to the light.

She also had things she had to protect and secrets she had to erase, Ireland, I'm so sorry.

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Perhaps because of the sincere curses from her plastic colleagues, Ireland, who was in a daze, frowned for a moment and struggled to open his eyes.

After a brief haze, the first thing that came was the unmistakable pain.

The penetrating wound of a sniper bullet at such a close distance was no joke. Gin, who came with Cohen and Chianti to encircle him, had no intention of holding back. The severe pain came with every breath.

Ireland instinctively wanted to raise his hand to check the wound, but he moved it, but found that his hands and feet could not move at all.

He adjusted his breathing, slowly regained his rhythm, tried to restore the blood flow, and adjusted the black vision back.

This is a laboratory, with a ceiling and instrument panel reflecting a silvery-white cold metallic luster, and an overly neat, clean and bright medicine cabinet, all of which are familiar to Ireland.

He is not one of Kumail's miserable experimental subjects, nor is he related to the organization's scientific research line, but he has seen pigs run even if he has not eaten pork, and he has seen the layout and decoration style of the organization's laboratory to some extent.

Except for the hurried pace of the experimenters wearing masks and white coats without protective clothing, he seemed to have come to a secret base of the organization in a trance.

... No, maybe it's not a matter of resemblance.

Ireland has heard about the story of the inexplicable loss of multiple underground research institutes by the organization after Kumail showed his head in Tokyo.

However, the most daring guess in the organization at that time was that Kumail was dissatisfied with the laboratory system because of his background, and because he was held hostage by the father of a middle-level member for many years with drugs for no reason, so he made some moves and tripped up some things.

Some even called it "the curse of the experimental product" and added it to the organization's collection of unfunny cold humor.

It is said that Kumail's code name is now one of the common codes for entering and exiting certain laboratories. If nothing else, it mainly plays a metaphysical role. The principle is probably similar to sending away the plague god...

Ireland, whose hands and feet were fixed to the examination bed, was thinking about it, when the airtight door at the door made a slight sound of deflation.

Unable to turn his head significantly, he reluctantly shifted his sight and looked at the entrance of this small laboratory.

A brown-haired woman wearing a white coat, as if she really came to the laboratory to inspect and do experiments, strode in with a bag of documents and medicines.

Ireland stared at her face and took another deep breath

The first time was painful, the second time was surprising.

Of course he recognized this face. After all, she was the first researcher of the organization who became a code member at the tender age of less than 16 years old with her talent in the field of biopharmaceuticals...

"Shirley, you actually got involved with Kumail..." Ireland opened his mouth and said this in surprise and ridicule.

Miyano Shiho lost her parents when she was still in her infancy, and then was raised as if she was a waste.

If it weren't for her aunt and uncle, and the family of Miyano Elena's sister, who entered the organization's vision, this girl who was destined to become a member of the organization before the age of one, whether she could get the education she deserved, whether she could hold on until the day when her talent was discovered and well cultivated, is still unknown.

Karasawa Ikawa and Karasawa Leona, whether they are willing or not, whether they want to cooperate or not, in terms of practical operations, the two of them are the highest leaders of the organization's laboratory in the past eight years.

As their relative, Shiho Miyano's status has been unprecedentedly improved, and therefore, she has been given the opportunity to go overseas and be carefully cultivated.

For her, who lost her parents when she was young, the parts that the Miyano couple missed were all taken over by the Tangze couple. She basically grew up with this couple.

This is a closer connection than he and Pisco, which makes it particularly ridiculous for her to turn to Kumail's arms now.

Have you really forgotten their death and Kumail's identity as the one who killed their children with your own hands?

Is your hatred and willpower really strong enough to overcome this resentment and cooperate with Kumail?

Shiho Miyano, who was forced to turn back into a large size and came to work urgently, paused.

She didn't need to ask more questions. Just by looking at Ireland's expression, she knew what the other party was thinking.

Ever since Kumail and Shirley were related and became part of Tangze's script, her reaction has been very flat and numb, and she didn't even have a glance at this time.

She didn't have much time and was in no mood to play with these emotionally rich members of the organization.

"Close your eyes." She raised the eye drops in her hand, pulled the equipment behind the examination bed, and like a cold and cruel dentist, dragged the shadowless lamp in front of her, "Or I can close it for you."