The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Two travelers look up at the night sky.

The devil descends on the castle, the king escapes with the treasure.

The princess sheds tears on the Holy Grail, begging for forgiveness. The soldier kills himself with a sword, blood stains the ground..."

Staring at the faded lead type on the yellowed paper, Tang Ze silently folds it up and looks at the second piece of letter paper.

"This is the commission that the Karasuma family sent forty years ago." Curious Dr. Agasa came to him and looked at it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but sigh, "The wording is very humble and cautious, and the reward is even more generous. No wonder so many people went to the banquet forty years ago..."

"This letter is not signed." Tang Ze's focus was not on the content of the letter. He stared at the end of the letter and said, "There is only a crow seal. Is this the family emblem of the Karasuma family?"

"No, to be more precise, it is the emblem of Mr. Karasuma Renye himself." Mamiya Takato shook his head, "Although it is correct to regard it as the family emblem of the Karasuma family, Mr. Karasuma Renye did not leave any offspring. After his death, his industry was handed over to several capable subordinates and professional managers of the group, and gradually divided into several different groups. I have to say that this matter is actually quite a pity. If the Karasuma family has successors, his heirs will definitely be the richest people in the country even if they are not the richest people in Asia."

When Mamiya Takato said this, he was somewhat sighing.

As Tang Ze said a long time ago, Japan attaches more importance to surnames than blood relations in family inheritance, that is, the form of the family itself is more important than kinship.

Just like Mamiya Takato himself, his father, including Mamiya Mitsuru, were sons-in-law who married into the Mamiya family, so his eldest daughter's son still calls the old man of the Mamiya family his grandfather, and is the heir to part of the family's industry.

The fact that Karasuma Renya has no descendants does not actually affect the continuation of the Karasuma family, if he is willing to adopt a child before his death and inherit the surname.

His behavior is actually puzzling to some wealthy people. After all, he was the helmsman of a once-prosperous chaebol, and he did not prepare an heir for his industry. This is actually quite contrary to common sense.

Tang Ze, who knew the inside story, pulled the corner of his mouth without a smile.

Of course, Lao Deng would not find an heir for himself for nothing. People expect to be the only one for thousands of generations. Isn't finding an heir a nuisance to yourself?

He could also use his death to get out of this situation, splitting the overly large and eye-catching industry into different parts. With the death of his social identity, he completely became a giant hidden in the darkness...

"So, this Twilight Mansion was actually not inherited." After briefly despising Old Deng who dreamed of immortality, Tang Ze turned his attention back to the letter in his hand, "Who owns this castle now?"

"Well, if you ask me that, I really don't know..." Mamiya Takato touched his chin and pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "I haven't heard of anyone taking over here. Maybe the murder that happened that year was too bloody and tragic, and there was also this unlucky reputation, so no one was willing to take it over..."

Speaking of this, Mamiya Takato briefly paused, turned his head to look at his grandfather's portrait, coughed twice, and closed his mouth.

He didn't seem to have the right to comment on this, as if his family was not the same...

Tang Ze repeatedly looked through the photos, puzzles, and letters, thought about it, turned his back, and quickly scanned the three things with his third eye.

A faint but exceptionally bright light suddenly appeared on the old black-and-white photo, as if some special printing process was suddenly added to this old photo paper, making this gloomy Gothic building suddenly become bright.

This is the treasure light that Tang Ze is already familiar with, belonging to the secret treasure, or in other words, the special luster transmitted by the power of the cognitive world.

He picked up the photo and slightly changed the angle of observation to make sure that the light on the photo had no signs of flowing, more like being completely frozen in the image by the film, and then he could roughly confirm what he saw.

"Forty years ago..." Tang Ze pinched the fragile and yellowed paper, turned around, and looked at Mamiya Takato with a natural smile, "Mr. Takato, would you mind giving us this photo? As you know, our club has always been interested in this kind of castle and legend..."

"If you need it, I'll give you this letter as a reward for finding the truth for me." Mamiya Takato waved his hand casually, "After all, it's something from forty years ago. Now where is this castle, many people probably can't find it."

Tang Ze smiled, and without being polite, carefully handed over the damaged castle that had been stored for too long. He put the heavy paper into his bag: "It is indeed possible. That's why I need the photo. Maybe I can find it..."

"That would be great." Mamiya Takato smiled, "If you find the truth of the puzzle, would you mind sharing it with me? There is no other purpose. My grandfather must have felt a lot of regrets for not being able to participate in solving this legendary castle mystery."

"...Of course." Tang Ze turned his head and looked at Huihara Ai, who instinctively took two steps back after hearing the name of Karasuma Renya, "If, if there is a chance."

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A deep blue color unfolded in front of his eyes.

The long chain passed through the endless quiet colors and came to the front.

Then it was rising, rising continuously, passing through the blazing fire, passing through the endless corridor, passing through the white moonlight, and blending into the dazzling brilliance.

Hagiwara Kenji, who had vaguely regained some consciousness, felt the warm light in a trance, and wanted to turn his head and look towards the source.

He only had time to catch a faint candlelight and the strange, eclipse-like pupils wrapped in the golden edge...

"...What to say?"

"What else can I say, I..."

"...Didn't you say before that if there was a chance..."

The loud tinnitus still echoed in his ears, and Hagiwara Kenji spent a while before he could barely distinguish some faint human voices from the quiet environment.

A very familiar voice...No, not just familiar...

That was a voice he had already thought he would never hear again.

Hagiwara Kenji was in a trance for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes with all his strength.

What caught his eyes was the dazzling square ceiling light and the face of the guy standing next to him, with his back to the light, looking down at him.

Hagiwara Kenji stared at the scene blankly, opened his mouth, and took some time to find his voice.

"Xiao Zhenping... Why are you wearing sunglasses when you come to the hospital to see a patient..."

"You...!" Matsuda Jinping, who had been brewing his emotions in silence for a while, was broken by his words. He gritted his teeth and slapped the other person's chest hard.

This guy, really is...!

Hagiwara Kenji, who coughed twice after being hit by a powerful blow, couldn't help protesting: "Hey, hey, this is not good for burn patients... right...?"

As he spoke, he slowly regained his five senses, tentatively moved his hands and feet, and raised his right hand.

The protective hand guard was still on his arm, and his five fingers were not damaged at all. Even the thin calluses from practicing bomb disposal tools were well preserved at the base of his fingers, because he had previously squeezed the pliers tightly, leaving two red indentations.

Hagiwara Kenji, whose mind was still immersed in the intense pain of burning, was shocked.

"Has modern medicine developed to the point where burns can be restored to this extent?" He looked back and forth at his palms, extremely surprised.

Given the scene he faced at the time, he thought it was a miracle that he could survive...

Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something, but his eyes fell on Hagiwara Kenji's bulletproof vest, and he couldn't help clenching his teeth and turned his back in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Morobushi Kagemitsu, who had stepped back two steps to leave space for them, saw this scene and couldn't help but take a breath and look away.

He could understand Matsuda Jinpei's feelings.

Just like when Morobushi Keimitsu woke up, the bullet hole and blood on his chest were still there, and Matsuda Jinpei was still wearing his suit. Hagiwara Kenji, who was dragged back to the river of time from the old times, was wearing the same outfit he wore when he died.

That set of simplified protective equipment that belonged to the explosive ordnance disposal team, which he chose in order to complete more precise operations.

He thought that Matsuda probably wanted to welcome Hagiwara back, give him a hug, or even a punch, anyway, it shouldn't be such an atmosphere that makes people want to cry.

But as long as you see his current appearance, see his extremely young face that stayed seven years ago, it is so difficult to control your emotions.

He is still like this, and the shock that Matsuda Jinpei suffered on that afternoon seven years ago when he watched his friend go and never come back would only be stronger.

Rubbing the back of his head that was still in pain, Hagiwara Kenji, who didn't understand why the atmosphere was so heavy, slowly sat up and looked around the surrounding environment, and the expression on his face soon became blank.

He lowered his head again, looking at his intact body from beginning to end, and then looked at Matsuda Jinpei who was facing away from him, looking down and enduring something, and finally realized that the situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

This place is undoubtedly not a hospital, and it is far from being as simple as unfamiliar.

Not only the papers and documents scattered around the sofa bed, but also the screens hanging on half of the car body, and the fixed frames that are full of bad things and exuding dangerous atmosphere in the distance, all seem to be products from some special science fiction film, which is completely beyond his cognition.

His eyes immediately noticed the time in the lower right corner of the screen, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Huh? Now, now is..."

"Now is the seventh year since you died in the line of duty." Matsuda Jinpei closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions. He finally took off his sunglasses, revealing that after several attempts at restraint, only a slight redness of the eyes and the face from the 26-year-old, "Hagi...long time no see."

He tried his best to keep his voice calm, but looking at the hand guards and bulletproof vest on Hagihara Kenji, he still revealed a trace of trembling.

He pulled Hagihara Kenji, who was still very confused and had not figured out the situation, up from the sofa, and gave this guy in hard protective gear a hug with all his strength.

Seven years, already, seven years...

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Using the mini flashlight to scan the other person's eyes again, and then looking down to check the data on the instrument, Huiyuan Ai took the patch off the man's arm in front of her, and said in a calm tone full of medical temperament: "All data are normal, there is nothing wrong with his body. If there is obvious discomfort, drink some healing potion. You know, it is especially effective for special cases like yours."

"Thank you, little lady." Kenji Hagihara, who was still wearing the uniform of the explosive ordnance disposal team, pinched his arm that had been pressed by the cold patch for a long time, "I'm really sorry for troubling you. I'm such a rare person. Special circumstances should make it difficult for doctors, right?"

It's normal to check someone's body, but checking the body of a person who has come back from the dead is a very strange thing no matter how you think about it.

Haiyuan Ai, who was packing up the instrument cables, stopped slightly. He raised his head and looked strangely at the other two people guarding him from left to right. He squinted his eyes in a subtle way.

"It's not bad." She said subtly in a tone that was hard to tell whether she was complaining or reminding her, "It's new once, but familiar the second time..."

Hagiwara Kenji was stunned for a while, and his recovered IQ worked for a moment, and he quickly realized what the young girl in front of him with a mature and calm tone meant. He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked around at his two friends.

"So, it's not just me..."

"Ahem, zero is 29 years old now." Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his hand in a disguised manner, put his fist against his lips, and said euphemistically without embarrassment, "But strictly speaking, you are still 22 years old now. "

After saying that, he pointed to Matsuda Jinpei, who was sitting opposite, covering his mouth and saying nothing: "26 years old."

Finally, he tapped his chest: "Me too."

Hagiwara Kenji fully understood what he meant, and couldn't help but raise his hand and press his forehead, letting out a painful groan.

"Oh my gosh, so none of our ambitious guys actually lasted ten years?"

Although they had made every effort, it was indeed less than ten years since they graduated from the police academy and joined the army, but three of the five were gone. This record was too tragic.

"Indeed, not really. Don't look at Mr. Jing, who is so old-fashioned. He went to work as an undercover agent and died. After careful calculation, he actually never officially joined the job." Matsuda Jinpei covered his mouth and squeezed out a trace. In a muffled voice, "Neither does the squad leader. He also died a year ago."

"Huh? But the squad leader should go to the Search Section 1, which is responsible for on-site investigation. The risk in the Search Section 1 is not so high..."

"Well, we encountered a car accident while tracking the prisoner."

Well, for half a day, there was only one single Miaomiao left.

For Kenji Hagihara, who died in his job not long after graduation, it seemed like it was yesterday when the five of them stood together and took the oath when they graduated. Hearing them say this made him feel particularly complicated.

After working on it for a long time, none of the jokes or serious agreements they made came true...

When Instructor Onizuka found out, he still didn't know what to say about these guys who were so stupid.

Although he, the first person to fall down just a few months after graduation, doesn’t have much of a position to say it...

Hagiwara Kenji opened his mouth, closed it, opened his mouth again, and after working hard for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that I should apologize to Xiao Furiya."

I hear news like this one after another. There are fewer and fewer old friends every year. It must be very hard to be the last one left...

"Pfft..." Haibara Ai, who had packed her things and was about to step out of the RV, couldn't help but laugh a little, not sure whether she was amused by his weird tone or by his name for Fangtani Rei.

"Sorry, your tone is really weird." Facing the gazes of the three people, Haihara Ai turned around to prevent the smile on her face from being distracted by the group of former police officers sitting around discussing strange content. They saw, "I won't disturb you anymore. I have to go back with the doctor. If you have any questions, please contact me in time. I will do further examination when I return to Tokyo. Don't worry."

"I'm sorry that you have to worry about this kind of thing when traveling. Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Shiho."

"I seem to have caused you a lot of trouble. I'm really sorry... By the way, is this child a special talent from some gifted youth class? She looks, um, like..."

"No, of course not. Well, that's not right either. She is indeed in the genius boy class, but she is not this genius boy... Shut up first. Such words are very rude..."

Hui Yuarai stepped out of the car with a smile on his lips. The lively voices of the three people were isolated behind him as the folding door of the RV closed again.

She shook her head and laughed, then turned her head and looked at Tang Ze who was leaning against the outer wall of the RV, looking up at the sky with his hands in his pockets, thinking about something.

"You're not very interested in this kind of scene, why don't you go up and have a look?" She tilted her head and looked at Tang Ze, who was rarely smiling, and was a little puzzled, "Why don't you look very happy? Look."

This guy, whether he is looking for someone to make a wish for such a shocking experiment, or he does not hesitate to join in it after knowing the conditions, and has been working hard for so long without complaining, or he has to come to the resurrection scene every time to watch the excitement, and he can't wait to hold up his hand. From the way the camera recorded the entire process, it was easy to see that he was actually very active in this matter.

Today, the ghost who had been dead for seven years was brought back from the underworld by him. This should have been a milestone breakthrough, but instead he suddenly became melancholy...

What a difficult person to understand, Karasawa.

"Why are you unhappy?" Tang Ze smiled and exhaled softly, "I just feel that it is a bit inappropriate to appear at this moment."

"How considerate."

"Of course, I'm the best at reading air."

Seeing that Tang Ze refused to admit it, Huiyuan Ai didn't say much. She just reached out and patted Tang Ze's fist in his pocket when she passed by him.

"Don't be too stubborn. You've been busy with Kudo all night. Have a good rest."

"You too."

Watching the little figure walk around the corner and disappear on the other side of the RV, Tang Ze slowly put away the smile on his face and looked at the sky again.

The sky in the woods after the rain was clear and blue, and deep and bottomless.

Tang Ze closed his eyes, somewhat glad that he had quit smoking long ago and didn't have any tobacco on him.

"After many years, friends who will finally meet again... It's great to meet again after a long time..."