The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

【What did you do again? Gin sent an email to ask me what exactly I trained you to do. 】

[I just had a friendly discussion with him about the organization's personnel rules... I have a surprise today, I will tell you when I get back. 】

Gin most likely thinks that Karasawa learned some Onmyoji techniques from Amuro Toru...

In fact, it was too much to worry about. Karasawa's own Onmyojitsu was already at an advanced level. After all, he was a game nerd who was a high-intensity surfer.

After replying to the email from Toru Amuro, who was innocently accused of being shot, Karasawa temporarily put away his cell phone and continued to observe the situation on the field.

Now the game is still tense. Two high school student detectives have pulled out the red spot stuck behind the ear of the deceased and are searching the room for possible murder weapons.

Conan, who had a bad cold and took a long sip of Laobaigan, was obviously in poor condition. He took a few steps, staggered twice, and rummaged around the desk precariously.

Then, without any surprise, when he discovered the poisonous needle, he bumped into Hattori Heiji, who was also lying on the ground looking through it.

Before Mao Lilan exclaimed and grabbed Conan, Tangze stepped over in one stride, as if he had expected it, and firmly caught the elementary school student who was knocked crookedly and fell to the ground.

Before Hattori Heiji started to accuse them of "Why did they let the children run around at the murder scene?", Karasawa preemptively said: "It would be better to wait for the police to come and then investigate, or the high school detective just doesn't follow the rules. , synonymous with the love of destroying scenes?”

Hattori Heiji's eyes widened at his first move, and he pointed at the child with circles in his hand: "Why do you accuse me of destroying the scene when such a young child is allowed to touch things randomly?"

"He is ignorant. He is still a primary school student. Are you the same?" Tangze finished the conversation with a basic attack.

Conan, whose head was buzzing from the impact, shook his head at this moment, sobered up a little, and looked up at Tang Ze who was supporting him with emotion.

Is this the feeling of attacking the opponent indiscriminately and having a reliable brother? It's great.

"Okay, Conan, stop running around. You're still running a fever, and you're so restless." After successfully controlling the hatred, Karasawa thrust Conan into Mao Lilan's hand, and raised his head to show a gentle look to Hattori Heiji. smile.

Hattori Heiji:"……"

Facing the condemning gazes of half the people in the room, he couldn't help but stand up angrily, put his hands in his pockets, and waited for the arrival of the police.

Ten minutes later, the familiar police officers from the Search Section 1 arrived at Tsujimura's house, led by the familiar Megure Police Department.

"Brother Maori, oh, Karasawa-san is here too." After greeting the acquaintances from the Megure Police Department, he turned his attention to the deceased who fell on the ground. The whole process was natural and smooth, with a feeling of being at home.

In the art museum murder case they met for the first time, the Megure Police Department learned about Karasawa's embarrassing identity as a juvenile delinquent and understood that he was unlikely to be exposed to the media, but he was indeed a talent who could help solve the case. Now he is basically regarded as a half-secret detective, and it is not surprising that he appears at the crime scene.

Tang Ze looked at the dark circles under his eyes with sympathy, raised his hand and said hello.

In a sense, the police in this world may have a harder job than the programmers of 996.

"The deceased Tsujimura Isao, diplomat, 54 years old." Megure Police Department looked at the information handed over by his subordinates while observing the body lying on the ground, "Well... the body was discovered by Mrs. Tsujimura, and the person who accepted the commission from Mrs. Tsujimura , the detective who happened to be at the scene..."

Speaking of this, without even checking the body, the Megure Police Department sighed and glanced at Mouri Kogoro faintly: "It seems that he killed him this time too."

"Is this..." Mouri Kogoro scratched the back of his head, "We haven't seen any obvious trauma so far, and we can't rule out the possibility of natural death..."

"That's not right." Conan and Hattori Heiji said in unison. They were both stunned and looked at each other silently.

Strange kid... Hattori Heiji looked at Conan carefully for a while, and then turned back: "There was a small red dot behind the deceased's ear, and beside the table, I found a suspicious silver needle that fell to the ground... The body's The lips and fingers were cyanotic, and the conjunctiva was hemorrhaging, indicating that the deceased died of suffocation, but as the uncle said, there were no obvious external injuries on the body, so he should have died from some kind of poison that can paralyze people's nerves! "

The Mumu Police Department was stunned for a moment. For the first time, they paid attention to this strange black-skinned boy. They raised their brows strangely: "Who are you?"

"His name is Hattori Heiji, and he is an arrogant detective brat." After being refuted by him, Mouri Kogoro shrugged unhappily.

"Hattori Heiji, Hattori..." Megure Police Department frowned and recited this familiar last name twice, and suddenly realized, "Ah! Hattori! You are the high school detective son of Hattori Heizo, the head of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters!"

Hattori Heiji, who had just entered the talkative detective mode, felt a vein in his forehead.

He didn't become famous because of his father, he relied on his strength to become a famous detective! There is no need for such a long prefix! Sounds like some kind of second generation who is chewing on the old!

"Forget about my dad..." He raised his head and rolled his eyes, "The deceased's body was still warm and had no other changes like body spots. When we found the deceased, it had not been more than half an hour since he was killed... First Let’s investigate step by step. As far as I can tell, there are no signs of outside intrusion in the room..."

A clear sound of "clang" interrupted Hattori Heiji's rhythm of taking over the on-site investigation. When he turned around, he saw Karasawa squatting next to the corpse, groping for the corpse's clothes with several police officers. The sound came from the deceased's drum. The sound of the key being retrieved from Nang Nang's trouser pocket.

Hattori Heiji frowned and wanted to tell him not to touch the body carelessly, but Karasawa stood up and took off the gloves he didn't know when he put it on, and calmly described: "I guess this is the key to the study. When we entered, , the room was locked, and Mrs. Tsujimura opened the door with a key and entered... Mrs. Tsujimura? Does anyone else hold this set of keys? "

He turned his head and quietly stared at Tsujimura Kimie who looked sad.

Tsujimura Koe looked back at him, the deliberately sad expression on his face slightly receded, and his eyes were equally calm.

Hattori Heiji looked at Karasawa strangely, and then at the silent Tsujimura Kimie. He always felt that the two people seemed to have reached some kind of agreement silently, and they were conveying some attitude to each other with their eyes.

"...No more." Tsujimura Kimie took out the same set of keys from his pocket that were exactly the same as those on the ground. "Only my husband and I have the keys to the study."

Tang Ze lowered his gaze and nodded gently, as if he knew the answer she gave, and he seemed to accept one of her choices.

He took a step back and returned to the side of Mao Lilan and others, defaulting to returning to the position of a bystander and no longer speaking.

Hattori Heiji stared at his steps closely, his frowning could not relax.

Tangze looks so weird...

Hattori Heiji looked at the study key that fell on the ground and was decorated with a flat keychain. He took a deep breath and ignored Karasawa's weird behavior for the time being, and prepared to take over the rhythm again.

"So, this is an impossibly executed crime, also known as -

"Secret room murder case!"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, and everyone's attention focused on him again.

Very good, everything was back on the track he was familiar with. Hattori Heiji smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

As a result, his next sentence was interrupted by Tang Ze's voice again.

"Conan——"

Hattori Heiji turned around and saw the restless little boy climbing on the ladder and looking at the bookshelf. For some reason, his body became more and more swaying, and he was about to fall off the one-meter-high ladder.

The one closest to him was Tang Ze who stepped back into the crowd.

Karasawa reacted quickly and jumped again. His outstretched arm was just under Conan's back and caught the short elementary school student.

Hattori Heiji:"……"

What's going on with this guy named Tang Zezhao? Did he do it on purpose? Yeah? Isn't it?