The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The moment he stepped into the mirror maze, Tang Ze only saw countless mirror images of him walking forward in all directions, as if countless selves were standing in front of each mirror at the same time.

In reality, the effect of the maze is enough to be a visual spectacle. After the magnification and distortion of the palace, it shows 10% visual oppression. Each projected optical fiber is infinitely refracted and projected, intertwined into a kaleidoscope. Weird picture.

From the outside, the maze is not unusually high. When you walk into it, you only see towering mirror walls facing each other at incredible angles. The layers of images that are constantly replicating each other make it impossible to distinguish the direction and height. It is confusing. And dizzy.

Karasawa frowned and looked at Matsuda Jinpei who was following closely behind him.

This is just the direction of the entrance. Currently, I can still distinguish the mirror wall from the real person. When I go further in, I don't know when the mirror image will attack from the mirror. It is almost inevitable to get lost.

The two people with specialized visual abilities inexplicably reached an agreement through eye patches and sunglasses. Then Karasawa pulled off the scarf around his neck and shook his wrist.

The scarf turned into a rope stretched back flexibly, wrapping around everyone's wrists one by one, connecting everyone in a string.

"That's good, so you don't get confused." Tang Ze held the head of the rope, like a teacher taking the children out for a spring outing. "Don't touch the mirrors around you. If you are attacked, remember to give a warning in time."

This is also one of the difficulties of this maze. In a normal mirror maze, if you can't tell whether the mirror is the exit or the exit, you can tell by raising your hand and touching it. But in this unfriendly place, you will be attacked if you touch the mirror randomly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang changed the gun in his hand to his right hand, shook the rope on his left hand twice, and commented helplessly: "I don't know if this guy is strong or not. His ability to cause trouble for others is indeed first-class."

The abilities of many people in their group are inseparable from flexibility. If they keep walking like this, they won't get lost, but they will definitely be restricted.

The tips of his ears moved, and Tang Ze keenly caught a faint collision sound, and smiled.

"It doesn't matter, my ability to cause trouble for him is not weak either."

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After Kiharagawa made that collapse and hysterical sound, what responded to him was not Ireland's thoughts or observations, but two more solid fists.

Having said that, Ireland's interrogation skills are not strong at all, which means that he cannot tell whether the other party is serious or pretending.

So his style is actually quite straightforward.

If you can't tell the difference, they will all be treated as if they are pretending to be crazy, and they will be punched a few times first.

Seeing that Kiharakawa, who was almost vomiting bile after being beaten, was still cowering, as if the scene described in his mouth was more terrifying than the gangster who was beating him violently in front of him, Ireland put away his fist and handed Kiharakawa's hand with suspicion. The head is raised a little higher.

"What are you talking about? What found you? Pretending to be sick doesn't work here." When Ireland spoke, he also showed his gloved fists.

Without the organization's supplies, he did have very little equipment left, but he still prepared some things with him these days when he was pretending to be Adachi Toru. He took the time to collect some things before rushing to the hospital to find Kiharagawa.

Before seeing the actual results, Kumail may not care about his life or death. He must be prepared to be self-reliant.

Kiharagawa, who was beaten and salivating from the corner of his mouth, looked at Ireland with his bloodshot eyes and said with all his strength: "You don't understand, I will be exposed soon, my soul will be traumatized, and my personality will be tampered with." …”

Then, according to what they call justice, it was modified beyond recognition.

If it hadn't been for Ireland's appearance and attack, he guessed that he wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

He is different from the ordinary people who are attacked by the phantom thieves of the heart. After all, he has studied cognitive science for many years, and he still has some protective methods and his own experience. In order to prevent being breached from the spiritual level, he even knows how to He uses psychological suggestions on himself for a long time to resist various mental attacks.

Not only is he studying these, he is even studying how he should attack others, and has obtained preliminary results on many people.

Now that he still has Tang Zezhao, he is only one step away from a real harvest, but at this time...

Kiharachuan was indignant and wanted to angrily ask Ireland if he was with the Phantom Thief of Hearts. Seeing the other party's strong body, he finally swallowed the unpleasant words.

"You don't understand at all, what's the use of telling you this..." Kiharachuan closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

Now there are no mirrors here, and he cannot be in a working environment similar to that of Karasawa-senpai. His psychological suggestion is being hit like never before. He must concentrate his attention, think attentively, and find a way to get back that sense of nothingness. Impossible, the self-confidence of genius...

Ireland looked at his refusal to cooperate, and he, who was completely Muggle, raised his hand ruthlessly.

This time, his fist landed directly on the side of Kiharagawa's face, severely interrupting Kiharagawa's attempt to read the message again.

"I'm talking to you, why are you pretending?" Knowing that his interrogation skills were limited, Ireland didn't bother to ask questions. He directly started to tell the conclusion that he could confirm, "It's you, kid, who has nothing to do to instigate Kazuki Motojo and let him He avenged his sister, right?"

At the end, Ireland's voice was almost squeezed out from his teeth, and it was completely true and sincere.

According to the information provided by Kumel, after surrendering, Motokami Kazuki said that his psychology had undergone two changes. At first, he actually thought about giving up revenge and reached a consensus with Mizutani Kousuke for a short time, but soon, under the guidance of the psychologist, his anger was completely ignited and he entered a kind of sober madness.

It was precisely because of this distorted state that he formulated such a cruel, logical but inexplicably rigorous murder plan.

Ireland, who felt that he had suffered an undeserved disaster, was really getting angrier and angrier.

His anger was not even entirely directed at Kiharakawa, but also at Masaaki Okakura, the secretary of the representative who could be killed by an ordinary person and also a member of the hidden organization, who was also a member of the organization.

Although you are indeed a clerk, you are a clerk from a criminal organization!

That Motokami Kazuki, although he looks strong, he is just an accountant. How could you be easily subdued and killed by an accountant!

However, no matter how dissatisfied he was, Okakura Masaaki was dead, and the murderer Motokami Kazuki was in the hands of the police, so his anger could only be directed at Kiharakawa in front of him.

"If you have the ability, you can climb up by yourself, like Mr. Karasawa Ichikawa, prove your value, and the organization will naturally give you what you want. If you don't have the ability, just accept your fate. Doing such disgusting tricks can only prove your incompetence." Ireland gritted his teeth and tried his best to convey his sarcasm.

If you can't become Karasawa Ichikawa, you can't become him. No matter how similar you pretend to be to him, it's still fake.

Kiharakawa caught the key words in his words and quickly widened his eyes.

"What, what, you know... So, you are also that..."

From his surprised expression, it is not difficult to see that he wants to take the initiative to confess his identity to ease possible misunderstandings and contradictions, but what greeted him was another solid straight punch from Ireland.

"Thanks to you, it's not anymore." Ireland said coldly.

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“…It hurts just looking at it.”

Watching the lens that was about to change direction in front of him shatter on its own after a moment’s pause, Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his arm and accurately expressed his feelings.

The hall of Muhara River is flexible and changeable, which they have experienced more than once in outer space.

In theory, this lens that can rotate angles will automatically change direction and rotate to another angle like those outside before they quickly pass through the passage, blocking the next exit they may find, but before it rotates to the right position, it shattered gently.

No one attacked it, they just stood in front of the mirror, so it was Muhara River himself who was shattered.

“There is no way, the method he uses to enhance his strength is inherently too weak.” Tang Ze waved away the fragments that were about to fall on him, watching it shatter into crystal clear powder in the refracted light, “That is not his own power, once it is interfered by external forces, it will be discounted.”

Muhara River has been under the shadow of Tang Ze Ikawa for too long.

As the shape of the temple depicts, to this day, the dead Karasawa Ichikawa is still the Jehovah in Kiharakawa's mind, a god and idol that can never be surpassed.

He worships Karasawa Ichikawa, is jealous of Karasawa Ichikawa, and dreams of becoming Karasawa Ichikawa.

His overly similar appearance to Karasawa Ichikawa, as well as his unconcealed desire for Karasawa himself, are all due to this inferiority and jealousy, so when he loses his safe environment and cannot maintain his deception, his defense naturally collapses.

"The progress is faster than expected, Ireland's hands and feet are quite nimble." Matsuda Jinpei's evaluation of this unlucky guy who has been beaten for himself is acceptable.

"Keep going, I seem to see the altar in the middle." Karasawa, who squinted his eyes and used his third eye to search for the passage, raised his hand and pointed to a corner reflected from behind the broken lens.

This is a completely different scene from the previous light, that is, if you go in this direction, you can reach the real core of the maze.

The group followed Tang Ze's accelerated movements in unison, crossed the central axis exposed in front of them, and walked to the center of the maze.

Turning a corner, the real secret treasure appeared in front of everyone.

Unlike the biblical theme displayed by the huge sculpture above his head, the style of the shadow Mu Yuanchuan standing on the altar was a bit out of place.

He was wearing a white coat representing his identity, but the ornament hanging in a Y shape around his neck was not a stethoscope that a doctor should wear, but a white wool shawl that only high-ranking clergy such as bishops would wear.

The shadow Mu Yuanchuan, who had his back to them and was looking up at the statue in the sky, heard the movement behind him and slowly turned around.

His face was not wearing anything related to Christianity, but a red mask.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes were wide open, and the corners of his mouth were cracked to his ears, but there was no smile at all. It seemed that only endless wailing and curses could be heard between his cracked lips and teeth.

What is more obvious is the pair of high and sharp horns, which can be identified at a glance.

"Hannya?" Tang Ze blurted out at the extremely distorted mask.

"Hannya? That fits his image quite well." Miyano Akemi raised her fan to cover the lower half of her face and hide her downturned mouth.

The ghost who fell into the devil's path due to jealousy and resentment and lost his identity is indeed very consistent with Kiharagawa's image.

Kiharakawa on the stage turned his head and looked directly at the group of uninvited guests through the two deep and dark holes in the mask.

"We found this place after all, thief." The palace master didn't seem surprised by their appearance. His voice was cold and low. He didn't know if there was some Irish influence in it. "You can't succeed if you defy my will." of."

These rumbling words with echoes made Tang Ze raise his eyebrows.

He was speaking with Karasawa Ikawa's voice, so he used the word "my will" first.

After saying these opening remarks, the palace master standing on the high platform raised his hands.

Everyone stretched out their hands towards their masks, staring in the direction of Kihara River, ready to jump into the battle at any time.

Tang Ze raised his head and looked at the sculpture in the sky.

The Creator, whose fingertips were originally connected to Adam, suddenly changed the posture of his hand and made exactly the same movement as Kiharagawa, who curled his fingertips below.

The next moment, shadows like puppets suddenly fell from the sky, and a circle of shadows stood abruptly around the empty altar.

"I knew it wasn't that simple." Matsuda Jinpei pinched the temples of his sunglasses and pulled them off, "Be vigilant."

Tangze carefully observed these puppets that seemed to be hanging from the top of the stage for a while, and a concept briefly flashed in his mind.

The term "mecha deus ex machina" originally came from stage plays, which refers to the use of stage mechanisms to lower actors playing gods directly onto the stage...

"Shade! Lunar!" The moment this inspiration flashed through his mind, Tangze immediately raised his voice.

The two people who were accustomed to fighting in accordance with his instructions didn't even think twice and acted completely according to muscle memory.

Asai Narumi shook off the haori on one side, revealing a neat and out-of-the-way shirt. Then he immediately bent his bow and nocked an arrow, getting ready to take aim.

Xingchuan Hui supported his bow in the next second, his whole body turned into a shadow, and his center of gravity had completely shifted to the arrow.

"Ignore these artificially manipulated 'agencies' and keep an eye on the shadow himself!" Karasawa raised his hand and pointed the tip of his knife at the high Kihara River. "Those disguises are all illusions. The true image of this shadow is an 'agencies' puppet." division'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as he expected, Kiharagawa's health bar revealed his true form from his perspective.

[Shadow Kihara River·Manipulator].

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"I-I said, I said! Stop fighting! Pfft——"

Kiharakawa, who was luckily let down by Ireland, had just touched the ground with his feet. Before he could tell the difference between east, west, north and south, Ireland's fist came at him again.

It wasn't that Ireland's reaction was too slow and he couldn't hold back his punches, it was mainly that his main purpose at this time was to vent his anger and hit people, and it didn't matter whether Kiharagawa was attacking or not.

trick? It has nothing to do with him even if he is recruited.

Ireland had been so troubled that he defected, and the person he really wanted to persecute, Tang Zezhao, had long since been nowhere to be found. Even if he did something to Kumail, who was pretending to be Tang Zezhao, it had little to do with him.

Anyway, Kumail's order was just to teach him a lesson, and he didn't expect to get any information from Kiharagawa.

Ireland simply regarded his voice as noise and completely ignored it.

As long as you don't beat him completely to death, it's totally fine to draw the fire onto Kumel and beat him half to death to vent his anger.

"Stop, stop!" Kiharagawa, who gradually felt that his condition was beginning to decline seriously, staggered back, tried hard to distance himself from Ireland, and let out a scream that sounded like he was being strangled, "I, I'm going to ——”

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, the panic and despair in his eyes almost turning into reality.

The next moment, a black, muddy substance surged out of his seven orifices and flowed across his face that was already red, swollen and cracked due to the beating, instantly smearing his face in an extremely horrific manner.

Ireland, who had witnessed similar scenes, frowned and finally put away his fists.

So this Kiharagawa has been talking about for a long time, is he referring to the fact that he was targeted by the Phantom Thieves of the Heart?

Then, if Kumail allowed himself to find Kiharagawa at this time, he was expecting that he had become the target of the Phantom Thieves of the Heart, or...

Before he could think about it, a message came from the phone on his waist.

This brand new number will currently be contacted by only one person.

Ireland immediately took out his phone and checked for new messages he had received.

[Okay, it’s almost in place. Your hands and feet are pretty neat, so you pass. Next, you will be sent a location. That is your new safe house. Go there and wait. 】

After Ireland read the content on the screen, he instinctively raised his hand and groped for the clothes on his body to make sure there was no pinhole camera left behind by Kumail.

How did this guy determine so accurately that he had completed his mission and could leave the scene even though he was clearly not at the scene? Is there any monitoring on the mobile phone, or was Kiharagawa himself tampered with?

Ireland frowned and thought for a few seconds, then quickly gave up on trying to compete with the people hiding in the city, put away the ropes and other kidnapping supplies on the ground, and stood up straight.

Forget it, it's useless to think about this. He is just a wage earner who lives by the emperor's salary and is loyal to the emperor. So what if he understands it?

Without any lingering feelings, Ireland ignored the rolling Muharakawa on the ground, cleaned up the scene, and turned away.

On the other side, Tang Ze in the hall was stepping on the shadow Muharakawa under his feet.

Around the altar, the ground was full of broken puppet limbs. Asai Chengji and Xingchuan Hui, who went out to attack Huanglong, and his other teammates were stepping on the puppet fragments on the ground and gathering in his direction.

Tang Ze lowered his head, looked at the struggling shadow Muharakawa, and drew out his Tang sword.

He used the blade of the Tang sword in his hand to fiddle with it twice, and after confirming that it did not move, he cut the red mask off Muharakawa's face.

The Prajna mask, which had no knots or straps at all, finally fell off his face until it was cut by the sharp knife.

There was only one reason why it could stay on his face without any fixation.

"Your jealousy is really engraved in your bones and blood. How does it feel to have a mask growing on your flesh and blood and unable to take it off, Dr. Muhara?"