The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Haiyuan Ai listened to Tang Ze's description quietly. After a while, she held her chin and briefly summarized: "So, your idea is that the massacre that happened in the Twilight Pavilion forty years ago also caused similar consequences. "

"Yes." Karasawa nodded, observing the expression on his sister's face, "There is something wrong with the Karasuma Group, you know that, Shiho."

Regarding whether the organization's BOSS is Karasuma Renye, and whether the organization's BOSS is still Karasuma Renye, or whether the identity of the other party has changed after the A drug takes effect, Karasawa, who has not been exposed to the core content of the organization, cannot help but He knew that the Karasuma family was inseparable from the organization, and both he and Miyano Shiho could confirm this.

After all, he and Haibara Ai's parents fell into the control of the organization after they accepted the olive branch of Karasuma Group and joined their pharmaceutical company. Karasuma Pharmaceutical is the organization's research institution operating in society. One of the skins, this is the undoubted part.

Why on earth did the organization suddenly adopt Karasawa Ikawa's theoretical system, which seemed so fantastical at first glance, to the extent that it even established half of its research lines with his research as the core? Obviously his father himself has never entered any cognitive world.

"Except that they have witnessed the cognitive world and discovered its existence through other channels, I can't think of any other answer." Tang Ze pointed to the tall building outside the window again, "So, I want to verify it. Although there are many differences "But this is the closest we can find to that bloody night."

"Did you bring that reasoning madman to verify this conjecture?" Haiyuan Ai looked at Noah smiling and waving at him on the monitor, and asked uncertainly.

Since she decided to activate the plan to resurrect the dead and enter the deeper and more taboo realm of cognitive mythology, the Phantom Thieves' actions and decisions will basically not be hidden from her, so even though she has not entered that world yet, she will not She didn't know whether she still had a chance to enter or not, but she could already roughly outline the action route and capabilities of the Phantom Thieves. She also knew that the members of the Phantom Thieves were facing dangerous battle scenes.

She was really curious about what role a little detective who would occasionally fall into crises due to his personal combat power in reality could play.

"That's not true." Tangze spread his hands calmly, "Bringing him is mainly for fun."

"Hey..." Haiyuan Ai's palm that was supporting his chin slipped, and it felt like the atmosphere of the finally serious discussion instantly dissipated without a trace.

"I'm not kidding. I don't intend to let him really enter that world, but if he doesn't see it with his own eyes, it will be difficult for him to understand how we practice my father's theory." Tang Ze patted his sister Puffy twice. Soft hair, "What's more, his unauthorized brain operation is really interesting, isn't it?"

Although the cognitive environment here is different, what he sees must not be completely the true appearance of the cognitive world, but how he will understand all this, Tang Ze is really curious.

Other people were doing other work in the car, and the other people who were sorting out the information looked at each other, and they all saw the same curiosity on each other's faces.

Don't say it yet, don't say it yet, it's quite curious...

So when the hands pointed to 12 o'clock, what Conan saw as he crept out of the room was the rare Phantom Thieves who were fully armed and ready.

You know, since the number of members of the Phantom Thieves continues to increase, and everyone is busy in their own way, it is really rare to have the opportunity to gather everyone together to put on Phantom Thief costumes and start a battle together.

"You, what are you..." Seeing everyone turning their heads to look at each other, Conan couldn't help but take a step back.

While eating, he had already seen the members of the Phantom Thieves led by Joker, who disguised himself as Karasawa this time.

Maybe it was because they had all changed into regular clothes. Although I could feel that each of them had their own unique temperament, overall they looked like a group of handsome men and women with eye-catching looks. They all looked pretty good. Other than that, It doesn't seem to be anything special.

But now, after all of them have put on their own clothes, the visual impact of this unique style of dressing but quite unified in color is indescribable.

Conan didn't dare to speak anyway.

"Here he is, quite on time." Tang Ze raised his hand to greet him, "It's almost time."

"Time? What time?" Seeing joker waving to him, Conan carefully walked out from behind the pillar and walked towards joker, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs and was vaguely guarded in the center.

Hearing the other party mention the time, he lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

The minute hand is slowly approaching 12 o'clock, and there are only two minutes left before midnight.

"Of course it is. It belongs to the time of fairy tales and fantasy." Karasawa held Conan's hand and led him up the stairs to the huge oil painting hanging in the center of the hall. "It's 12 o'clock. The magic of Cinderella, It will expire soon."

Conan, who heard the other party use this metaphor again, wanted to complain, but he raised his head and saw the huge oil painting that was getting closer and more and more oppressive. He felt the change in the atmosphere and couldn't help but hold his breath slightly.

He is like Alice who is about to go through the cave, led by Mr. Rabbit. He may see a completely different side of the world in the next time.

Joker's joking metaphor seems to be slowly becoming a reality.

"What will happen after the magic fails?" Conan couldn't help but ask, holding onto Joker's glove-wrapped hand.

The other party repeatedly emphasized that it was 12 o'clock and everyone was waiting here. It was obvious that this was not a casual fabrication to fool him. This time had special significance.

"After the magic expires, you will be captured by the scary old lady wandering in the castle." Looking down at Conan, who was a little nervous but trying to stay calm, Karasawa smiled.

The next second, he easily held the little boy in his hands, jumped up, grabbed the frame of the oil painting, and jumped in gently and skillfully as if climbing over a railing.

Conan, who expected to be taken into a secret passage in the castle, looked at the canvas that was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help shouting: "Hey, hey! What are you doing...!"

Before he could say the next words, his face had already hit the canvas.

Conan instinctively held his breath, but what greeted him was not the expected impact and pain, but a thick and delicate smell that filled the entire respiratory tract, as if thick paint crowded into his mouth in an instant. , the scene in front of him was even more violently distorted.

As if he had really jumped into the messy palette, he couldn't help coughing violently.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

"Oh, that's a big reaction."

Conan was covering his mouth and nose with both hands and coughing violently. A cold glass object was stuffed into his mouth. The cool liquid was poured into his mouth. The strong suffocation and burning smell finally calmed down. Come down.

Regardless of what it was, he quickly drank the tube of liquid. The feeling of dizziness and vomiting finally disappeared, and he had time to raise his head and observe the surrounding environment.

He was caught in the joker's hand and jumped into the painting, but at this moment there was a tall closed door behind them.

The surrounding environment is dark, but the darkness is not the darkness caused by the lack of light source, but like...

"Black paint?" He stretched out his hand and touched the ground under his feet, expressing his first feeling.

He raised his head again and looked up at the only light source.

In the boundless darkness, an upward staircase extended upward from the platform where they stood. The end of the staircase was a pure white arch that corresponded to the pure black plane of paint, with no shape at all.

This was a strange scene that simply violated the rules of reality, as if he had directly entered the world in the painting.

Instinctively, Conan had a subtle feeling.

If he hadn't been wearing these glasses on his face, maybe these "paints" would have rushed into more than just his sense of smell and taste. Those chaotic colors might have directly messed up his vision as well.

He turned his head and looked at the other Phantom Thieves who fell silently from high places one after another and landed around them. He quickly made an association and muttered in a low voice: "So, is this the reason why you wear these things on your faces? "

Since his plain glasses can serve as "protection", their costumes with strange powers should have a greater effect.

"We call it 'mask'." Tang Ze raised his hand and touched the cloth covering his eyes but miraculously not blocking any of his vision. "After a while, you may understand why. Follow up. , Mr. Detective, our journey ahead will not be smooth sailing.”

After saying this, Tangze turned his head and looked behind him, which was also painted with paint. Rather than saying it was a door, it was more like two decorative doors directly painted on the wall, and he smiled meaningfully.

Outside the picture frame, after the last member of the Phantom Thieves also jumped into the picture with a light movement, another ten seconds passed, and the minute hand of the wall clock in the hall finally moved forward one space, pointing to the small scale on the right side of 12.

There was a slight friction sound caused by the rotation of the wall in the corridor on the first floor.

Masashiro Mamiya walked out of the darkness with a stick in his hand.

She walked slowly into the hall with a gloomy face. The skin on her face was dry and droopy, forming large wrinkles. When she walked from the shadows to the light, the light and shadow on her face were uneven and distorted, like countless cracks. The black shadow burst from under her loose skin and seemed to pour out.

The quiet hall was deserted, with only the European wall lamps on the wall and the crystal lamp hanging in the center dutifully emitting a faint light.

Masuyo Mamiya looked around vigilantly, and after making sure he didn't see any traces, he looked through the window in the corridor and glanced at the RV parked on the lawn outside in a curtain of rain.

The door of the RV was closed tightly, and the blinds were closed tightly. The weak light seeped through the gaps in the leaves, and you could vaguely hear a trace of rhythmic music. Along with the sound of rain and wind, it seemed to be faint when it entered the castle. A feeble cry.

Fortunately, this group of people knew each other well and basically did not enter the castle to live. The only people who actually entered the castle guest rooms were a group of old people and children, who were all easy to deal with and handle.

Otherwise, she might really be unable to help herself and want to turn the almost provocative words of the young man at the dinner table into reality and create several murders in her sleep.

It's really troublesome, why would such a group of people come to her door? Although she is not as old as she looks on the inside, she is only a woman with limited power.

Compared with young people in their prime, the old man and the gang of elementary school students are much easier to deal with. Even if someone does accidentally discover the secret passage of the castle, she can use her familiarity with the terrain to easily crush the intruders to death. .

Just bear with it a little longer. Judging from the confident look on that young man's face, I'm afraid they already know the answer to this riddle.

Several years have passed, and everything she pursues is within easy reach, and she has plenty of patience.

She dragged the stick and disappeared into the entrance of another secret passage.

It wasn't until the wall completely flipped and the secret door disappeared again that Xingchuan Hui in the shadows poked his head out, glanced in the direction where she was standing, and curled his lips.

He didn't walk towards the oil painting, he just took out his cell phone and pressed it twice, and then he disappeared into the hall.

"...What the hell, she even installed it." After listening to his description, Tang Ze twitched the corner of his mouth, "She acted like a big boss. She dared to come and see the situation if there was any movement in the hall. I If it’s her, it’s too late for me to hide away.”

Come on, even though Masashiro Kamagamiya is not a real old lady, she is just a maid who acts alone.

In the original plot, she was able to successfully sneak attack Conan and the doctor, and create so much panic and oppression, all because of the complex secret passages in the castle and the fact that the group of people who came were all old people and children with no force value.

Even if only Mao Lilan comes with her, if she is not careful, she will be punched into the wall and she will not be able to get out.

Just like today, if she dares to arrive even one minute early, her old arms and legs won't be enough for the few of them, right?

"Maybe I've been sneaking around in the castle for a long time, and I have an illusion." Xingchuan Hui rolled his eyelids, "If we didn't want to test and verify, I don't think we need to run in. This guy has no fighting ability at all."

Although this maid, whose real name was Nishikawa Mutsumi, had personally caused many tragedies and killed more than a dozen people because of her greed, just like now, those lives were not killed by her head-on. She just lit a fire and locked the door. Lived through the tower door.

She is a monster who lives in the shadows and lives by hiding. She is a twisted madman who has abandoned her own life and face, that's all.

"It's still necessary to come in. Someone should explain the lives of those innocent people." Tang Ze shrugged.

Xingchuan Hui wanted to say something more, but Conan's excited voice came over. He immediately took a step back and hid his figure in the shadow again.

"Oh, I seem to have found the way to enter this gate!" The detective, who had been fumbling here and there for a long time, stood up excitedly, "There should be a place to put the chess pieces. I'll look for it..."

"Well, keep up the good work." The leader of the Phantom Thieves, who kindly closed his third eye, made an encouraging voice.