The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The person standing in front moved slowly for two seconds, turned around and saw, as expected, it was Goro Akechi.

"I am indeed a detective. But as you know, this is..."

"Ah, it's really you, the 'Crime Buster' Detective Akechi, right?" The monk who called him perked up when he saw his face, "I've seen you on TV, because there's only one difference between your name and Akechi Kogoro. I remembered the word right away..."

Hattori Heiji, who was watching the movement from a few meters away, lowered his eyebrows and made a face: "He just said this morning, 'named by himself'. In other words, the name Akechi Goro was given to himself by himself, right?" ? Sure enough, the layout has been made from this step..."

A name similar to that of a detective in mystery novels has a halo effect when it appears in the media. People easily remember his name and have the instinctive reaction that he must be a detective...

The name has a brand effect from the beginning, and his identity as a detective is simply natural for commercial marketing...

Tangze didn't speak, just looked at him silently for a while, and then his eyes turned downward suggestively.

Hattori Heiji, who was looking at him inexplicably, couldn't help but follow his movements and look down, and then he saw Conan's face.

When we first met, I tried to test whether Akechi Goro was a pseudonym, but was mocked by Edogawa Conan, who said that your naming logic was similar: "..."

"You're flattered." Goro Akechi, who was standing in front, showed a gentle smile, "So what do you want from me?"

"It has to be a fate to meet a famous detective like you here. Please, can you help me solve a mystery?" The monk who received the response was slightly excited. When I was carrying the groceries I just bought, I would immediately hold Akechi’s hand and shake it a few times.

"Um..." Mingzhi tilted his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"I will definitely not accept it." Hattori Heiji complained bluntly, "He has already said that he is a detective with 'high commercial value'. How much has the commission fee increased now?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Uncle's entrustment fees are not cheap now, and he still often helps the police without any consideration of reward." Conan crossed his arms and said in a fair tone, "Even if you want to make money, you must first Accumulating reputation. The reputation of a detective cannot be accumulated through paid commissions. As long as the police ask for help or meet by chance, Akechi Goro will still help. "

The nature of Mouri Kogoro is not much different, and the reason why Akechi charges more is purely due to the addition of image and media popularity.

"But it's not a definite case." Hattori Heiji shook his head, "What if after spending a long time, it turned out to be an oolong, or just a small matter, looking for a cat or a dog, wouldn't it be wrong? Very disappointing.”

"You sound quite experienced." Conan glanced sideways.

"Why, I don't believe you haven't had this kind of trouble before." Hattori Heiji looked back unwilling to be outdone, "There's nothing I can do about it, high school detectives basically don't accept paid commissions... The first one doesn't count, he just He is a high school student, but he is not a high school student at all. It is not appropriate to join this group. "

Regardless of whether the character of Akechi, a genius boy who graduated from college, is true or false, he is definitely not in school, and he is full of suspicions of being a high school detective.

But if Akechi refuses, even though they will complain, they will still understand.

I suddenly stopped a detective on the road and caught him hoping that he would help me. It was full of the temperament of wanting to have sex for nothing, which was actually a bit embarrassing and offensive.

Sure enough, Akechi in front shook his head slightly.

"It's not my working time now. I want to participate in the Sakura Festival and relax a little from the busy work..." Halfway through, he looked over the monk's shoulder and saw the onlookers standing behind him. How long has it been for Conan and his friends.

His eyes met Karasawa's.

Tang Ze picked up a bunch of dumplings, bit into one, and nodded with this action.

Xingchuan Hui changed his words when he reached his lips, and his tone slowed down again: "But you are right, it is fate that we met. Tell me what trouble you encountered?"

Seeing that Xingchuan Hui was coping with it very easily, Tang Ze chewed the dumplings in his mouth quickly and secretly praised him in his heart.

As expected of a guy who has been training for so long, with him and the rest of the Phantom Thieves around, Hoshikawa Teru has made rapid progress.

Since Tang Ze was really not good at being a detective, he had given him some speech training on how to delay time if he encountered an unexpected case on the road or was caught by a passing policeman asking for help while Tang Ze was away. and rejection.

The rhetoric just used to deal with the young monk was part of the training content, and Xingchuan Hui was able to digest and use it at a reasonable speed.

Hoshikawa Teru's action was to confirm that Karasawa was available to help, so that he, the fake detective, would not be exposed, but in the eyes of others, his turn had another meaning.

"Because you saw Uncle Mouri and us, you suddenly want to maintain the image of a good detective?" Hattori Heiji touched his chin and guessed, "He was really refusing just now. I understood him correctly."

He suddenly glanced at them and agreed immediately. This action was really provocative in the eyes of Hattori Heiji.

"No, not necessarily..." Conan glanced at Tang Ze from the corner of his eye.

Why did he feel that Akechi saw Karasawa here and his tone suddenly changed from a cold business talk to an active detective style? Does his image carry such a heavy burden?

"Wouldn't it be better to just go and ask?" Tang Ze shrugged, and without waiting for the two of them to stop him, he raised his legs and walked forward.

The monk, who had no idea about the incident behind his back, breathed a sigh of relief when Goro Akechi agreed.

"I practice in the temple over there. My name is Chuanjiu. A few days ago, a guest came to the temple to visit the abbot. As a result, she suddenly disappeared in the room." He pointed to the cherry blossom trees. With the temple spire exposed underneath, Chuanjiu's expression became weird as he spoke, "I feel like things are very strange, but I can't figure it out myself. I can only ask smart people like you to find a solution."

"The mysterious disappearance, is it a missing person case?" Hattori Heiji, who came closer, adjusted his baseball cap and took over the conversation directly.

"But since you are a tourist, it is normal for you to leave without saying hello." Conan also came up, "What makes you feel something is wrong?"

"You two brats, don't interrupt when other people's clients are introducing them!" Mouri Kogoro, who came over after seeing the movement, reached out and slapped each of them on the back of the head. It sounded very polite, but when he said this, he didn't stop walking towards them. It was not difficult to see that Chuanjiu's behavior of ignoring them just now really made him subtly unhappy.

Denku looked at the people gathered around him with a puzzled expression, and then at Akechi Goro, whose expression had not changed.

"Friend." Xingchuan Hui replied briefly in a very calm tone, "I am also a detective."

"Oh, oh..." Chuanjiu scratched his bald head. Although he didn't understand why he just grabbed a detective, a truckload of detectives appeared. It was like a special effect of detectives appearing in large numbers. But anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to have a few more. He continued Conan’s question and answered, “That guest is a long-haired female healer. Lord, because I came very late during my visit, I invited her to stay overnight in the temple’s courtyard. The next morning, when I prepared breakfast and went to her room to call her, I found that she was no longer there. . It is indeed possible that she left suddenly, but she didn’t take away any of her luggage, and..."

Chuanjiu looked around worriedly, lowered his voice subconsciously, and still couldn't help showing a frightened expression on his face. It was obvious that the scene had a big impact on him.

"Moreover, the room is full of blood..." Denjiu raised his hand to cover his mouth and said vaguely, "The entire tatami is stained red, and it doesn't look like it has dried up yet. No matter how you look at it, the person who is bleeding is probably... …”

Chuanjiu had not been exposed to relevant scenes and knowledge, and he did not know whether so much blood on the ground was life-threatening, but based on his simple intuition, the situation was really bad enough.

"Do you suspect that she was attacked in the room, or simply dead?" Hattori Heiji frowned.

"In this case, it would be easier to call the police directly than to ask a detective on the road." Mouri Kogoro said a little more seriously, "Have you called the police?"

"Of course! I definitely have this kind of common sense!" Chuanjiu said quickly, "I first went to the abbot to tell the matter, and then immediately called the police. But the result was that when the police arrived, there was no room in the room. Nothing. All the blood stains have disappeared."

"Eh?!" Mao Lilan, who had just followed casually to watch, realized that things were developing into an urban legend, and couldn't help covering her mouth, "It's a lie, how could such a thing happen... Even if someone comes temporarily It’s too late to deal with it, right? Shouldn’t the Tokyo police arrive quickly?”

"The faster one is the search lesson. They are used to it." Tang Ze warmly clarified for the police. "The main thing is that if they dispatch, they will basically confirm that there is a criminal case. The nature of this case cannot be confirmed yet. It should be the nearby police Let the police from the department go over and take a look at the situation. It will indeed be slower."

"There is no trace at all? Can't it be detected by luminol reagents or the like?" Hattori Heiji thought thoughtfully.

"...Although Luminol is not expensive, it also requires equipment and reagents, and it costs money." Xingchuan Hui, who was ready to take advantage of the situation, couldn't help but said, "How could the police station prepare this?" Plant something for the little police officer on duty.”* (Note)

"That means there is still a possibility that a case has occurred." Conan pondered, "Where is the abbot of your temple? What did he say? The visiting guests must have more contact with him than you, right?"

"The abbot said that I was wrong." Chuanjiu said this and sighed greatly. "He said that the guests must have gone back early in the morning. It was because I was not in good spirits in the morning and had hallucinations... But it is impossible. How could I imagine that the guest died in the room for no reason..."

As he spoke, his face turned a little green: "What if someone committed a murder in the temple? I just dumped the body before I had time to clean up the scene, but I went too early and crashed... In mystery novels , I should be the next person to die..."

Several detectives who had just started analyzing the possibilities in their minds couldn't help but look at him.

That's right, this guy recognized him immediately as Goro Akechi, who was active on TV. The reason was that his name was very similar to that of the famous detective in the novel, so he should indeed be a mystery enthusiast.

"Well, there's no conclusion to be drawn by just thinking here. Since you're so sure, why don't we go to the temple and listen to the abbot's opinion?" Hattori Heiji looked at the exposed spire and winked at the others.

At the time of the "crime", in addition to the young monk in front of him, there were only the missing female tourist and the abbot of the temple in the courtyard.

If it really happened in a mystery novel, then the murderer would be almost obvious.

"Oh, so many detectives. Denkyu, what are you doing..."

After walking for a few minutes, they arrived at this small temple called Shengyue Temple. The kind-looking abbot Shi Lian received them and looked at his disciples with an indescribable look.

He knew that Denkyu was upset about this matter, but it was not to the extent of calling so many people, right?

I'm really worried that tourists will suspect that this is a marketing trick of the temple...

"Um, this, something unexpected happened..." Chuanjiu also pulled his sleeves awkwardly, "I just can't figure it out..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, could it be that the strange rumor of 'my guests dissipated like morning mist' aroused your interest?" Shi Lian shook his head, "I've already told you Chuanjiu, you just overslept that morning and couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality."

"We have to confirm this before we know." Hattori Heiji shrugged and deliberately provoked, "Is he hallucinating, or is there really a dead person, but you cleaned up the scene before the police came? Who knows if you don't check it?"

He was worried that if a crime really happened, whether the abbot was the real murderer or simply wanted to avoid the temple being involved in a criminal case, he would deliberately conceal the truth and prevent them from checking the scene...

The impact of the scene on the murder case is too great.

Even if the murderer is caught, asking him to confirm the scene and recount the crime process and details are important links in solving the case.

Despite such harsh comments, Abbot Shi Lian just glanced at Hattori Heiji indifferently.

That look, rather than being uneasy or dissatisfied with his mind being exposed, was more like a subtle pity and sympathy, which made Hattori Heiji very confused.

"Of course, no problem, seeing is believing, I understand your concerns." Shi Lian tidied up his clothes, walked down the steps slowly, and put on his wooden clogs for going out. "If you want to take a look, I'll take you to the annex. Let's take a look at the so-called 'man-eating room'."

The annex of the temple is unexpectedly far away from the main building of the temple. Several people walked for more than ten or twenty minutes before finally arriving at the annex by the sea.

The small wooden house is located among a shrubbery. Although it can be seen that someone has been maintaining and cleaning it, the neglected vegetation still gives it an old and dilapidated temperament. Coupled with the faded and cracked wood under the wind and sun, it is an old house at first glance.

Almost the moment he stepped into the room, Xingchuan Hui raised his hand and fanned in front of his nose, as if he wanted to wipe away some pungent smell.

"Although it is wiped very clean..." He twitched his nostrils twice like a hound, lowered his eyes, and said firmly, "But there is a smell of blood here."