The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Very sleepy--"

Karasawa yawned in front of the mirror.

He felt exhausted, but he still had to walk back to the cafe, then hide quietly for a long time and cut newspapers to make a notice, and he had to arrange to send it out. The whole process could not be exposed to Toru Amuro, otherwise the news would fall apart as soon as it came out, and the business would not start. Half collapsed immediately.

So when the cafe closed, he watched Toru Amuro leave with eyes full of relief.

Knowing that someone is more tired than me makes me feel happy.

The boy in the mirror is wearing a double-breasted short tuxedo and a pair of knee-length shorts. The scarf wrapped around his neck floats on his back against gravity, giving him a seasonal beauty.

The most outrageous thing is this mask.

"Is this called a mask?" Tang Ze approached the mirror and pulled it. "This is called a blindfold!"

The upper half of his face was covered by a straight semicircular mask, with no eye holes exposed at all.

What high imitation 9s.

I don’t know how it works, but in short, this mask—let’s admit it is a mask—doesn’t block any vision, but from the outside it looks like a smooth leather blindfold, as if someone tied his eyes with strips of cloth.

After studying the mask for a while, and then studying the gently fluttering scarf, Karasawa turned off his Phantom Thief form.

In short, he has a new skin that can be transformed with one click.

Being able to appear in the real world as a Kaitou suit, with his distinctive eyes covered, it makes him a new vest.

All good things are good things.

Tangze folded his hands on his chest and fell asleep in a particularly peaceful posture.

Now there's only one thing left. Why don't you torture Leon in his dream?

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While Tangze was playing and playing in his dreams, many people couldn't sleep.

On the street outside the Maru family's residence, the residents passing by were whispering.

Due to the bad character of the head of the Maru family, none of the neighbors dared to come forward to watch, but the small cards plastered all over the outer walls of the Maru family and thrown all over the street were really eye-catching.

Little chants were everywhere.

"The despicable villain of "Greedy", Mr. Maru Denjiro. "The woman passing by the alley approached the paper on the wall.

"You use money to torture the suffering people, trample on their dignity, and trample other people's treasures and hard work into dust. We are fully aware of all your shameless actions." The office worker who picked up the card leaned over the text above.

"Tomorrow, we will make you bear the consequences for all your crimes." The servant held the card tremblingly and read it word by word, "We accept your twisted desires. Sincerely, the Phantom Thieves of the Heart."

"Bang!" Maru Denjiro slammed the table, causing the tea in the teacup to splash.

"Who did this?!" Although Maru Denjiro was over 150 years old, he roared with great anger, "Tear up this garbage, crush it all and throw it away!"

"I don't know, sir." The manservant lowered his head, not daring to look at his flushed face. "There are them all over the exterior walls, on the street, and all over the whole block..."

"Where's the surveillance, where's the security outside the door?!"

"The surveillance camera only captured a few children posting stickers on the door. They said they picked them up on the street..."

Maru Denjiro's face was ashen. He snatched three or four pieces of paper from the manservant's hand, clenched them into a ball, and threw them at the man: "Why don't you clean up all the useless things for me quickly!"

"Yes!" The manservant didn't dare to delay and ran out as if running away.

Marudenjiro gasped and fell down at the table, staring angrily at the ball of paper that fell to the ground.

His wife Maru Inoko sat on the other side, covering her smiling lips with a tea cup, looking at him coldly and furiously.

Marudozi was vaguely aware of the things he did.

Is there anything wrong on this piece of paper?

Maruji Group's business is booming, and Maru Denjiro is not someone who lacks millions of yen at all, but he always does some dirty tricks, as if making these dirty money makes him more satisfied.

"Okay, hubby, maybe someone is jealous of the recent boom in business at home and is spreading rumors to ruin your reputation?" Mrs. Maru smiled hypocritically, "It's all arrogant nonsense, don't be angry."

Maru Denjiro glared at her bitterly: "What do you know? If such rumors spread, it will damage the reputation of the store! Forget it, why am I telling you this?"

This woman's whereabouts have become increasingly sneaky in recent days, and she is absent-minded at home. Maru Denjiro suspects that she has a lover outside, and is entrusting a detective to investigate the matter. He is upset when he sees her smiling face.

There was useless trash everywhere. Maru Denjiro got up angrily and left, heading towards the storage room where the collections were placed.

Rather than the nonsense about "bearing the consequences for all crimes," he was more willing to believe that this provocation in the name of the "Phantom Thieves" was probably targeting his collection.

Although the means of collecting may not be bright, Denjiro Maru has never been shy about showing off his rich collection. In addition to being a successful entrepreneur, he is also a famous collector.

Don't be that low-level scumbag who can't pay back the money and find someone to steal your things, right?

Marudenjiro thought darkly in his heart.

On the other side of the world that he himself did not know, Denjiro Shadowmaru, who was wearing a crown suit with a gloomy and terrifying expression, picked up a samurai sword from the wall and drew out the sharp blade.

"Damn little thief, you want to covet my treasure? I will let you wait, there will be no return!"

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"The target has no relevant training background."

"Are you sure?"

"We have collected target's life information in the past ten years. Junior high school target has no long-term absence record, which is completely consistent with the life trajectory of ordinary students."

On the top floor of the apartment opposite the cafe, Shuichi Akai, who rented here, frowned as he listened to the new news from his colleagues on the other end of the phone.

"To be able to escape all tracking in such a short period of time, he cannot be an ordinary child."

There were several photos in front of Akai Shuichi, which were captured at the moment when Karasawa was hit by someone in the shopping street in the afternoon.

There are scenes of Karasawa turning his head in surprise, of him raising his fists to block, and finally of him reaching out to support the opponent.

"You have also seen the captured photos. The target reacted instinctively defensively, and his hand and foot movements were coordinated quickly. He has very solid basic skills in boxing or fighting."

If Toru Amuro showed these photos, he would immediately feel strangely familiar.

Isn't this Toru Amuro's actual combat habit?

"There is no blank space after junior high school, so what about before junior high school?" Akai Shuichi asked thoughtfully.

"Xiu, the target was still an eleven or twelve year old at the time..."

"Don't forget, he is the child of Mr. and Mrs. Karasawa." Shuichi Akai switched the phone to the other side, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. He put the photo in front of him in the ashtray and lit it as well. "Eleven or twelve years old , the target has not left their side.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, then he hesitated and asked, "Will Mr. and Mrs. Tang Ze conduct experiments on their own children?"

"It's not an experiment." Shuichi Akai smoked a cigarette, leaning against the window and looking down at the dark street across the street. "The Karasawa couple started their research work just for Karasawa Akira.

"If there is anything in the world that best reflects their research results, that result must be Tang Zezhao himself."