The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"It turns out that I have really been dead for so long..."

"You've been looking at your phone for a long time, and this is the only conclusion you've come to?" Matsuda Jinpei put his hands on his hips helplessly, not knowing whether to call him crazy or mentally competent, "You don't even have such an exaggerated thing as being resurrected from the dead. Any additional thoughts?”

"I can't help it, it feels too unreal." Hagiwara Kenji leaned against the car window and pulled the shutters of the RV. In the gap between the windows, the Tokyo street scene was rapidly receding. "I feel like I was there just a moment ago. Adrenaline surged, and I rushed towards the bomb. The next second, Xiao Zhenping and Xiao Zhufu, who suddenly grew up a little, appeared and said to me, you have been dead for seven years or something..."

He understood the truth. This magical resurrection mechanism completely brought back his consciousness at the moment of death, so from his perspective, it was like a bomb exploding. He closed and opened his eyes, and the world It became something else.

But the misalignment in perception does exist. As his receptive and learning abilities are stronger, it will still take some time to accept this kind of memory transformation.

He is still in the aftermath of the explosion.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Although the moment was short, in that last second, you should have replayed all the revolving doors of life in your mind, and imagined other people's reactions after your death..." Matsuda Formation Ping rubbed his hair twice and softened his voice a little, "I feel relieved knowing that these things have come true, but there is still room for redemption."

"Ha, I almost forgot that you and I died in the same way." Hagiwara Kenji turned his eyes and turned his sharp gaze to Matsuda Jinpei's face, "It's so unworthy to be harmed twice in a row by such a mean guy. , and it’s really unpleasant.”

"There's nothing to be angry about. That guy is still lying half-dead in the hospital." Zhu Fu Jingguang opened his eyes a little while he was resting, "Tang Ze said that keeping him would be of some use, and he didn't touch his palace. You If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go there to vent it.”

"Forget it, since this guy has been completely arrested and can't get rid of the water, I have no interest in beating the drowned dog." The smile on Hagiwara Kenji's face faded a little, "When he wakes up and formally accepts the trial, then Call me."

Even if the two of them have been saved by magical power and returned to the world, it cannot erase the fact that the bomber maliciously used explosives to kill them.

Hagiwara Kenji was lucky to have friends who remembered him and waited until a miracle happened. However, other police officers who also died on the rooftop that day and those injured by the explosion did not have such good luck.

After learning from Matsuda Jinpei about Karasawa's brutal ending for the prisoner, Hagiwara Kenji first breathed a sigh of relief that his friend had not completely crossed the line of murder, and then he just felt happy.

The circumstances of Yoji Motohashi's crime were egregious and had a very bad social impact. There was also the element of murdering the police. When this guy recovered from the painful and desperate burns, there was a foreseeable death penalty trial waiting for him.

From this point of view, Karasawa's method of encouraging Matsuda Jinpei to fight back with a light and small-power explosive is not bad. The damage caused by the burns to the quality of life is completely devastating. He will continue to drag his body and continue to linger. Even if the review of the death penalty takes a long time, what this time brings to Motohashi Yoji is not the joy of living quietly, but the torture of continued amplification of pain.

That's fine, fitting for a bomber who has brought such pain to so many people.

When it comes to tormenting his enemies, Karasawa is full of tricks.

"I really thought about a lot of things at that time. I was worried about both my sister and you." Hagiwara Kenji slowly exhaled, "Ignoring the fact that you also died in his hands, my sister's life seemed to be... Not bad, that’s good.”

At this time, he will be glad that he died on a mission not long after joining the job.

He got along well with his colleagues, but in the end they did not develop into life-and-death friendships. His death would cause pain to some people and create indelible memories, but it would not become an eternal trauma. He left a lasting impression on these people. He would be relieved by the fact that someone in the same position could do very little damage.

Even if you have died, it is still a heavy thing to bear too many karma.

Matsuda Jinpei opened his mouth and saw Hagiwara Kenji's somewhat absent-minded expression, but still didn't say anything.

Now Hagiwara Kenji still has fresh memories of the explosion. This is not the time to discuss those topics. In fact, like Karasawa, he needs to have a good sleep, take a rest, and sort out his thoughts.

Seeing that the others didn't answer, Hagiwara Kenji touched his nose and tried hard not to let the scene get colder: "So, what I vaguely saw before I woke up, was that actually the process from death to life? This is the underworld. The appearance is still a bit unexpected.”

"What did you see?"

Tang Ze, who had his eyes closed suddenly opened them and sat up straight suddenly, startling a few of them.

"Hey, your way of getting up like a corpse is too scary, isn't it?" Matsuda Jinpei, who instinctively leaned back and sat up straight again, complained, "Why did you suddenly wake up at this time? Are you really sleeping or not?" I'm pretending to sleep..."

"If you've slept enough, you'll wake up naturally." Tang Ze smoothed his hair that was messed up by his sleep twice, exhaled a breath that didn't smell of alcohol at all, and sat up straight.

There was nothing he could do, his sleep was always stuck between dreams and reality, and it was difficult to fall asleep on time.

"I'm not wronging you at all if you die of overwork one day." Matsuda Jinpei threw a bottle of water over and said angrily, "What else can I see? It's just the color of the blue ocean. Or the moon or something..."

"Hey, have you seen it too?" Hagiwara Kenji raised his eyebrows in surprise, "The true face of death is so peaceful..."

"Well, that's true. When I saw it, I didn't realize what it was. I thought it was some meaningless fragments at the last moment when consciousness dissipated." Zhu Fu Jingguang touched the back of his neck and recalled, "It's that kind of thing. , a very saturated, very true blue, more like a gemstone with a high content of certain elements than the ocean..."

"Klein blue?" Miyano Akemi, who was buried in the pile of information, suddenly raised her head, "What about red and moonlight?"

"Absolutely. The color is golden." Matsuda Jinpei nodded, and then the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, "Can this kind of thing actually become a collective memory?"

"Yeah, what's going on?" Miyano Akemi squinted at Karasawa, who was holding his chin in thought.

What's more, if Xingchuan hadn't been driving, this guy would probably have similar feelings.

"In my opinion, the picture I saw was more specific." Hagiwara Kenji confirmed everyone's descriptions and recalled carefully, "I saw chains, and I had a very clear feeling that I was rising. In addition, what I saw That kind of light doesn't quite look like the moon..."

He squinted his eyes, trying hard to capture the fleeting fragments in the corner of his consciousness, and slowly described the specific scene he saw.

"There is very deep black in the middle, as black as a black hole, and then outside the black is a golden circle of light, a bit like a total solar eclipse. If you insist on describing it accurately, I might think it looks like an eye. ”

"Golden eyes..." Miyano Akemi held her chin, lost in thought.

She knew a little bit about the concept of cognitive histology, and she also knew that this subject was inseparable from Jungian psychology, Freud, etc., and in these contents, the significance of imagery was significant.

Is this some kind of phenomenon related to death that touches on the deep essence...

"The lowest level of the human soul." Tang Ze, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Several people looked at Tangze who had come to a conclusion inexplicably, but he stopped extending the topic and changed the subject: "Our trip has proved something very important. As long as the conditions are met, even an ordinary person can People also have the possibility of entering the cognitive world by mistake. Conan has no idea about other worlds. I have also confirmed that there are no strange programs in his phone after coming out, but he is indeed there. When we didn’t activate the different world navigation, we successfully followed us into and out of the Mamiya Castle area.”

"Are you using him as a test prop?" Miyano Akemi couldn't laugh or cry.

"Otherwise, what else can he do? Apart from using his brain to help analyze the details of the Mamiya family case, he is completely a load-bearing figure." Tang Ze shook his head for a while, "So, I'm afraid this is the truth about the world we have known so far. The real reason has never been revealed. If someone who has not become a mask user accidentally enters such a space, it will be difficult for him to come out alive. "

"Indeed, the cognitive space is too dangerous." Matsuda Jinpei nodded in agreement, "After all, it is a space composed of emotions and desires, and it itself is not that controllable."

"Even if you are lucky enough to enter a palace that is not dangerous, if you cannot understand the truth of that world, or if you understand but cannot find the correct way to leave, you will starve to death inside even if you do not die at the hands of the shadows. "Zhu Fu Jingguang, who already had certain insights into that world, sighed with emotion.

"This is just like the confusion about whether the world after death exists or not. Only the truly dead can know the truth, but of course the dead cannot pass on the answer." Miyano Akemi concluded.

"Then, from our perspective, does this exist or does it not exist?" Hagihara Kenji, who was still discussing this topic just now, murmured to himself.

"This is the second difficulty. It is impossible for people who have been in there to convey these completely to people who know nothing about it." Miyano Akemi nodded affirmatively, "This is still the case. A difficulty."

"In that case, tell me, why is the boss of the organization so sure that the cognitive world really exists, and why is he so convinced of my parents' theories?"

Karasawa pulled out the old letter from forty years ago and placed it in the center of the table.

Miyano Akemi stared at the faded mark left by the crow emblem under the letter and lowered her eyes.

She knew very well how her parents were controlled by the organization. Of course she knew that the Karasuma family was definitely unclean.

"Tell me," Karasawa clicked on the photo and asked his question slowly, "Is it possible that at that IQ feast forty years ago, Renya Karasuma also... What special reason did you get a glimpse of the cognitive world?”

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"W-what did you just say?!"

Haihara Ai, who was suddenly interrupted mid-sentence, looked at the shocked Conan speechlessly: "What's wrong? Did I say something extraordinary?"

After returning to the doctor's house and leaving the silly elementary school students, Conan finally had the opportunity to stop her and carefully question her about the Phantom Thieves and the Cognitive He School.

She knew that Conan, who had seen her sister in person, would never believe that she had no idea that her relatives lived next door, so she thought for a moment and selectively revealed some content to Conan.

Including but not limited to, she did know something about the Phantom Thieves of Heart because of her relatives and her identity as a researcher, and the Phantom Thieves of Heart did need her, a serious disciple of Ichikawa Karasawa. They were in a mutually beneficial cooperative relationship. The Phantom Thieves of Heart were responsible for providing her with the information and research materials she needed, and she helped solve some conceptual problems, help them make potions, etc.

"It was indeed not appropriate not to tell you before, but just like you wouldn't tell me their information without reservation. You can't betray your partners, right?" Huiyuan Ai, who felt that her logic was already very smooth, straightened her chest and looked very righteous.

We are all comrades-in-arms and have our own secrets. The same stance is only the basis for cooperation, not a reason to be unreserved.

There is no big problem in keeping some harmless secrets that will not hurt allies.

"No, no..." Conan raised his hand and covered his mouth and nose tightly, and even couldn't help but pinch his throat, "Those medicines, those medicines were made by you for them, and the raw materials used are, Joker's blood?!"

"Huh? Yes." Huiyuan Ai cleared her throat.

She linked the reason for her intersection with the Phantom Thieves to the blood-stained cotton swab that Conan gave her at the beginning, claiming that she did not have such a close cooperation with them, but that special blood gave her a lot of inspiration, which was an opportunity for the two parties to cooperate.

She quietly erased the shadows of Tang Ze and her sister from this story, thinking that her lies were not bad, and they could well reflect her blood relationship with Tang Ze.

"So, those drugs used to alleviate cognitive distortion are actually... ugh..."

"Why are you retching here... Oh, did you drink the potion they gave you? It's not that serious, those are just diluted extracts, just think of them as a detoxifying serum mixed with the original liquid... Hey, don't really spit it out! It's hard to wipe off!"