The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Received a new commission? Is the efficiency so high?"

Conan looked at the time and looked at Maori Kogoro in surprise.

This was only the second day of the banquet. Maori Kogoro and Kisaki Eri had only been handing out business cards for ten hours. He hadn't gotten over the last case yet, but he had just gotten up when he heard Maori Kogoro's announcement.

Artists, do they have such a strong demand for detectives?

"It's not just me. Eri has also received several new commissions and invitations." Maori Kogoro yawned as he adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. "These people are rich and free, so it's normal for them to want to spend money to solve some problems."

"So, Mom left so quickly this morning?" Maori Ran raised her head, her expression perked up again.

She was a little annoyed because her mother washed up and left as soon as the sky was bright, and she was worried that her father had problems getting along with her again and they parted unhappily.

"Yeah, it was late, so I came here to rest for a night." Maori Kogoro cleared his throat, ignoring the teasing looks of the three young men in front of him, "She had a court hearing in the morning..."

"Well, I can only sleep on the sofa in the living room..." Conan said this while making a wink at Tang Ze.

Tang Ze understood immediately.

It seems that Kisaki Eri and Maori Kogoro slept in the same bedroom last night.

"Anyway," Maori Kogoro coughed twice deliberately, avoiding the topic and awkwardly talking about the commission again, "Yesterday's banquet was indeed a good opportunity, and I still have to thank that blue-haired boy."

Being able to start receiving orders with good treatment so quickly, his reputation is only one aspect, Kitagawa Yusuke's invitation and Kisaragi Minemizu's good impression of him because of Tokiwa Mio's accident also played an important role.

This industry values ​​connections and relationships much more than ordinary people imagine. In addition to the gap caused by status and personal achievements, family prejudices also affect all aspects of the art world.

Thinking of the amount marked on the commission letter, Maori Kogoro felt excited and smoothed the creases of his suit more carefully.

"Okay, I'll go to deal with the situation at the Metropolitan Police Department first, and go to the client's house in the afternoon. You guys, stay at home."

Watching Maori Kogoro walk out of the office door with his back straight, Tang Ze took out his mobile phone to confirm the time, and also stood up on his own initiative.

"I'm going to get my information back. Mr. Amuro prepared a sandwich, so you don't have to wait for me for lunch."

"Get the information back?" Conan blinked, feeling that Tang Ze's vague description might contain a lot of information.

"Dr. Kihara has confirmed that he is involved in multiple criminal cases, and he will definitely be prosecuted." Tang Ze stood up and calmly narrated the fact caused by himself, "I have to get my medical records back."

"Ah..." Conan was stunned when he remembered the so-called treatment that Tang Ze had received to confirm the other party's intentions.

No one knows whether Kihara Chuan will record the special features of Tang Ze that are closely related to cognitive science on paper. This is indeed a matter of life and death, and it cannot fall into the hands of others.

"See you later."

At the last moment when Tang Ze closed the door of the office, Conan caught a serious contemplative look on his face. He guessed what he was thinking and smiled slightly.

Rather than saying that he really wanted to get something back, it is better to say that he was intentionally reminding Conan to collect more information about Tang Ze himself.

In order to overthrow the wineries in this world, in addition to simply exposing their criminal facts, they must also be wary of the resources and connections that these cutting-edge scientific and technological strengths may bring to them, especially the influence of cognitive science, a supernatural discipline.

The relationship between him and Cognitive Hexology is closer than anyone can imagine, and Conan will confirm this sooner or later.

"Cognitive Hexology?" Sitting in the supportive but overly soft embrace of the bean bag sofa, Yuga Kyosuke read the name of this strange and difficult subject, "Is this the source of Kitagawa-kun's ability?"

Shimabukuro Kimie, who was placing tea in front of him, paused and exchanged glances with Asai Narimi who was sitting opposite.

The leader revealed some extraordinary things to him, but did not give any hints about Kitagawa Yusuke's true identity. The meaning conveyed to them was very clear.

Asai Narimi quickly adjusted his attitude and responded to his question seriously: "I don't know how you understand his ability, but if you feel something different from ordinary people from him, it may be like this."

"Different from ordinary people, brain?" Yuga Kyosuke blurted out without thinking.

Having seen Kitagawa Yusuke played by Karasawa, Asai Narimi always felt that this was a sarcastic remark: "..."

"Oh, that's not what I meant." Yuga Kyosuke said, and he also felt that this sentence was quite ambiguous, and he couldn't help but wave his hand, "I want to say that it feels like the world that Kitagawa sees and feels is very different from that of ordinary people, as if he has experienced some kind of sensory mutation. Is this related to cognitive science?"

"Indeed." Asai Narimi picked up his teacup, "Since you can get the address here and walk in safely, it means that the person who gave you the card thinks that you have something in common with us. Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

Saying this, Asai Narumi looked at Haga Kyosuke with a softer look.

If anyone in the group knows this talented musician best, it is him.

The palace of Haga Kyosuke took him a long time. In the process, he inevitably looked directly into Haga Kyosuke's heart and also heard his inner voice.

He could probably guess what Haga Kyosuke was troubled by.

It's just that he doesn't know how to face the Shitara family who are his enemies and his last relatives, let alone Shitara Renxi, who is truly innocent in this matter.

His hatred for the Shitara family was real, but he also truly loved and tolerated Shitara Renxi, the little girl he had watched grow up. Once he chooses to take revenge, he will never be able to return to his current position. He will become completely alone because of his weak relationship.

But he couldn't help but do it. The increasingly approaching date was like a reminder, constantly reminding him of how that greed-driven drama had destroyed his entire life and caused him to lose too many things.

What he wanted to ask most might not be people in a similar situation like Kitagawa Yusuke, nor the phantom thief who could change people's minds, but the elders who were ashamed of him.

After killing his parents, wouldn't they look at him with guilt? When stroking that peerless piano, did they feel the intoxication of the beautiful tone, or the smell of blood flowing in it?

Asai Narimi had many guesses, but at this moment, he wanted to hear what Haga Kyosuke would say.

Haga Kyosuke touched the tea cup in his hand, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally plucked up the courage.

"I felt hesitant and at a loss on some questions. Kitagawa-kun gave me an answer, but he also said that there might be an answer that is more suitable for me. I came here to find a new answer."

He raised his head and looked at Asai Narumi's handsome face: "So, are you the other answer Kitagawa-kun said?"

Asai Cheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth after appreciating his words.

This was said tactfully, but Haga Kyosuke was indeed not an idiot. He fully understood the meaning of the completely different answers described by Karasawa.

When he was Kitagawa Yusuke, Karasawa could not express his position. For the future of this identity, and for the expectations of Mr. Kisaragi Hosui, Karasawa would not let the image of Kitagawa Yusuke be associated with a ruthless vengeful man.

But the real Tangze didn't think so, and never encouraged repaying evil with kindness.

He was an example, as was Shimabukuro Kimie, who sat down on the other side with a dignified manner.

At that time, Tang Ze said that he did not choose to forgive his former teacher, but only because the other party's confession allowed the law to punish him. Therefore, it was completely different from his answer, which meant that he chose another path and chose revenge.

"It seems that you have completely figured it out. You still have the courage to sit here, which is really admirable." Asai Narumi kept smiling and said some scary words, "As you guessed, yes, I chose the darker path and I killed my enemies."

Although Haga Kyosuke, who had made some assumptions before arriving here, was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but hold his breath when he heard him directly admit it.

"Although now, even if I take the initiative to plead guilty, the methods I used are extremely difficult to hold accountable, and there is no evidence to prove that I killed someone, but I know that I did it." Asai Narumi answered calmly, "I originally planned to use my life to ignite a bigger flame after doing all this, but leader helped me and gave me a chance to continue my life."

At this point, Asai Narumi, who had basically explained the situation and no longer needed to hide his identity, put down his cup.

Haga Kyosuke instinctively paid attention to his movements, but was stimulated by a burst of scorching flames and was forced to narrow his eyes.

When he opened his eyes to look again, the clothes on Asai Narumi were completely different from the loose casual clothes just now. The flame-like feathers and the black and gold fox face completely revealed his identity.

When he got the notice letter from the envelope, Haga Kyosuke had already guessed that the destination of this trip was definitely not simple, but at this moment when seeing was believing, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"The Phantom Thieves of the Heart... you and Kitagawa-kun, and..."

Shimabukuro Kimie, who was sitting next to him and pouring tea, also smiled back.

"Abandon the past identity, abandon all the past, and treat it as the me who has completed my revenge. I have died in the fire, and I am 'resurrected' like this." Asai Narumi took off his mask and revealed his face again. , "I wouldn't call this atonement, or repentance for past crimes, because I don't think I did anything wrong. The law cannot give me justice, so I will give myself one, that's all."

Haga Kyosuke was still immersed in shock, but his eyes when he looked at the other party had involuntarily brightened.

Yes, the law cannot give him justice.

It has been 20 years since his father died. The original murder case has long been concluded. Everyone believes that those fictional robbers really exist. His father did not die intentionally by his relatives, but was robbed by a strange robber. Lost his life.

Now, even if he learns the truth, even if he asks the Phantom Thieves of the Heart to help him, change all his arrogant and greedy father's brothers, and sincerely repent for his father's death, the established fact cannot be reversed.

The case has already been concluded, and even if the case was not misjudged at the time, the prosecution period would have already expired by now.

Let’s take a step back and say that even if we can find some evidence to prove that those people killed people in order to embezzle his father’s property, his father was not murdered intentionally, but just rolled down the stairs during the dispute and died of his injuries, and those people could not pay any price…

It is this cognition that has been gnawing at his heart like an ant in the past two years, making him unable to sleep for a moment…

“We are doing exactly this.” Shimabukuro Kimie rolled up her sleeves and picked up her cup of tea. “The boundaries of the law, the things that the system cannot judge, the infuriating and despicable meanness, we will solve them. The desire that cannot be quantified but has long been rampant and disordered, this is what we are ‘stealing’.”

Haga Kyosuke touched his upper and lower lips and opened and closed his mouth several times.

This time, he could not make a sound, but he finally heard the sound from his heart.

A piercing cry that was hard to tell whether it was crying or laughing...

"Want to formally commission us?" Asai Narimi, sensing his inner wavering, invited him at the right time, "Not many people can come to us and make requests to us in person, Mr. Yuga."

"I, I... I think..."

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"It feels like a big house, and it's quite grand..."

Pulling the shawl on her shoulders, Mao Lilan stood in front of the iron gate, looking at the manor building through the lush trees, and praised it dryly.

It was a bit stiff and sounded not very confident, but she had no choice. Facing the house of the Shitara family, she really couldn't squeeze out words of praise.

Following Mao Li Kogoro and Suzuki Sonoko, she had seen too many grand mansions.

Japanese and European, exquisite and magnificent, her horizons are getting wider and wider. Looking at this house wrapped in ivy and completely immersed in greenery, it can be praised as quiet and peaceful, but it is too dilapidated to be neglected.

She couldn't help but think of the few words she heard yesterday, the conversation between Kisaragi Minemizu and Kitagawa Yusuke.

The Shitara family once produced a genius who was once famous for his musical talent, but in this generation, the only son and nephew with outstanding achievements changed his surname because of his father's early death. For those who don't know him, few people associate him with the Shitara family, and now it looks even more bleak.

She turned her eyes back to the lady in front of her.

The middle-aged woman in a suit and formal wear had a tight bun and a silver chain hanging on the legs of her glasses. She was a stereotyped housekeeper who was not easy to talk to.

"I just checked and didn't find that my master has arranged a meeting with you." Butler Tsukune Hongsheng pushed his glasses, "Are you sure he has entrusted you in advance, Mr. Maori Kogoro?"