The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The method of this case is not very subtle, and the background is not very profound. The main thing is that the lethality of this car entering the store is very energetic. I don’t know if the unlucky shop owner received any compensation.

"What are you looking at?" Finding that Tang Ze's eyes were always fixed in one place, Conan turned around and saw the closed bathroom door.

"That uncle is in a very bad state." Tang Ze rambled casually, "How should I put it... He has murderous intent?"

Conan paid suspicious attention to Tangze's expression and was surprised that he wasn't joking: "...Are you serious? Although he does look angry, but he has murderous intent or something..."

"Did I just forget to mention it?" Tang Ze laughed, "My parents are scholars in clinical medicine and psychology."

This is a very interesting statement. Conan carefully considered the middle-aged man's state and asked: "So, you came to the conclusion based on psychological judgment?"

"No, more to say, I have experienced the feeling of being pushed to the edge, that moment when I can't help but think, 'I want to kill him.' He made me feel almost the same." Tang Ze came up with a few random words. It was a very classy line before getting to the point, "It took him too long to run to the bathroom."

Did Tang Ze just say something dangerous? The worry that in the morning, if he was not careful, this new friend would make a mistake, and he would have to drag Karasawa to the police station in tears, Conan was once again enveloped.

After another ten minutes or so, the middle-aged man walked out of the bathroom and returned to his seat.

After Karasawa reminded him, whether he believed it or not, Conan, who was always paying attention to this person, immediately caught the anomaly.

"He was licking his fingers just now," Karasawa said.

"He painted with a different hand." Conan also said.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

I don’t know if they matched their brain waves, but they both paid attention to the table of middle-aged people.

"President Ohara, are you mistaken?" Aihara pushed the paper on the table forward slightly rudely, "Do you think I am about to change jobs anyway, so you are taking advantage of me at the last chance? You have so many things for you Do you want me to finish it tomorrow?"

"Aihara, this is an urgent order. You knew the situation when you took it!" Ohara pushed the paper back without hesitation, took out a cigarette from his pocket and held a cigarette irritably.

He looked at the bus passing behind Aihara, touched around his body, and said, "The lighter is gone. I'll go look for it." After that, he got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Aihara muttered as he flipped through the pages of documents. Conan was just about to follow President Ohara to see what he was going to do when he saw Karasawa suddenly stand up.

"What's wrong?" Conan couldn't help but also stood up.

"Car, that truck!" Tang Ze said only two words, pushed open the store door and rushed out.

Conan repeated confusedly: "A truck?"

He didn't have time to think too much, and chased Tangze out of the store. He saw Tangze's back speeding like an arrow, and the van on the top of the ramp, which was slowly speeding up and falling towards this direction.

Karasawa's target was obviously this car. After Conan reacted briefly, he understood the situation.

This truck was not driving in reverse, but had slipped down the slope, and the direction -

It is this small shop located at the turn of the ramp!

Conan's pupils shrank and he started running in that direction, but Tangze had already caught up to the truck that was picking up speed, jumped off the ground, grabbed the vehicle's rearview mirror and climbed up the door.

Tang Ze looked into the unoccupied cab, raised his right fist high, and slammed down the window.

Under Conan's shocked gaze, Tang Ze smashed out a hole in the car window like a spider web. He reached in and pulled the door lock, pulled the door open, and climbed into the cab nimbly.

At this time, the truck accelerated to the speed of a motor vehicle. Fortunately, the key to the truck was inserted in the keyhole. Tangze started the engine and pressed the brakes hard.

Even if Tang Ze's actions were coherent and smooth, the truck at this moment had already rushed to a place only a hundred meters away from the store entrance. Tang Ze slammed on the brakes, and the truck dragged two obvious skid marks on the asphalt road. , amidst the screams and exclamations of passers-by, the van stopped dangerously and dangerously, more than 2 meters away from the store.

"Karasawa!" Conan ran out for more than ten meters and then came back. His heart was beating wildly due to the violent exercise and fright. He jumped on the open cab door and looked at his classmates who were acting in an action movie, "Are you okay? "

"It's okay, it's okay." Tangze, who sprinted for two to three hundred meters and performed another set of dangerous moves, gasped for air, let go of the steering wheel and leaned back on the chair, "I did it, awesome, I did it... …”

He knew that as long as the purpose was to help others, Ke Xue's world could allow any blockbuster action show to be performed without any hindrance, as if with divine help.

In the store behind them, Aihara, who had just been confused as to why the two children were shouting and running, thought someone was skipping the bill, turned his head amidst the screams of others, and saw the rear of the truck 2 meters away outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and then he realized what he was doing The fact that he almost died.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, he yelled twice and rolled away from his seat.

Tangze jumped down from the cab and looked at the small shop where there was a mess but no one was injured. He exhaled and looked at the car door where he had broken the glass: "Oh, it seems I have to pay for one." The window is..."

Pedestrians who witnessed the thrilling scene reacted one after another, some exclaimed, and others clapped.

"Is this your point?" Conan slapped him angrily, then looked at the back of Tangze's hand and wrist that were scratched by the glass, "Wipe it, the blood is starting to drip!"

Some of the skilled people in Rice Flower Town had already called the police. By the time Karasawa casually wrapped his hand twice with a bandage - Conan was dumbfounded by the bandage he took out of his bag - the police had quickly arrived at the scene.

Because of Tang Ze's timely rescue, the accident did not turn into a murder case, and it was not the criminal police from the Investigation Section who came.

After simply answering the entire story of how he had observed the strange movements of the truck on the slope roof, Tang Ze walked back to the shop amidst the truck driver's thank you and repeated statement that he did not need compensation.

The books they bought are still on the table.

Aihara, who had escaped the disaster, took hold of Karasawa's hand, and his excitement was beyond words: "Thank you very much, thank you very much. It's so dangerous, my God, what kind of misfortune is this, it's hard to imagine me Will encounter such an accident..."

Behind him, Karasawa looked at President Ohara, whose face turned green and white as he walked out of the bathroom, and said meaningfully: "Surviving such an accident is a different kind of luck, right?"

President Ohara glanced at the truck parked in front of the door and gritted his teeth secretly.

"Uncle." Karasawa broke free from Aihara's hand and suddenly reached out to pat President Ohara's shoulder. "You were almost in danger. Be careful."

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"Did that uncle cause the accident just now?" Half an hour later, Tang Ze and Conan, who had assisted the police in taking notes, left the store, and Conan asked aloud.

"Most likely." Tangze put his hands in his pockets and swung back his commuting bag. "The truck driver said that he would not have parked the car in such a dangerous position, but he usually used the unloading space. A car parked today and he had to stop on the slope. When he got out of the car, he remembered to pull on the handbrake and lock the four wheels. But when I climbed in, the handbrake was not on, and the car The car belongs to that uncle."

No casualties or losses were actually caused. The case was concluded as an accident caused by the truck driver's operating error. The only victim may be the truck driver's insurance company.

Unaware of the real method, Conan couldn't help but start diverging: "How did he do it? Even if he climbed out of the window and pulled up the handbrake of the truck when he went to the bathroom, it would be too late for him to return to the store. Bar?"

"There must be a delay device, and the time needs to be controllable."

"Yes, otherwise if he had not left his seat in time, he would have been killed. So what was he taking advantage of?"

"High-strength cables?"

"It's unlikely. It's not easy to arrange on the street... Hmm, ice cubes? Put ice cubes under the wheels of the car?"

"It doesn't sound like a reliable device to release the handbrake."

"It's impossible. You didn't see anything when you climbed in. Do you think he will do it again?"

"Who knows, maybe he made a device with ice cubes? I don't think so. It feels like an impulsive murderous intention. If you fail, you won't be able to do it again."

"You are really unreliable, aren't you? Ice cubes won't leave water marks?"

The two of them made guesses one by one and walked back leisurely.

While Conan was chatting, he glanced at Tang Ze's wrist exposed outside his pocket. It was randomly wrapped in gauze, and the slight blood seepage printed a few pink lines on the gauze.

...So Tang Ze is indeed a good person.

Behind them, Akai Shuichi, who had witnessed everything today, tugged on the mask on his face, stopped at the corner, quietly watched Karasawa's back go away, and approached the Polo Cafe.

Tang Zezhao not only grew up healthy and sound, but also grew into a very good child. You will be happy for him if you know this.

Further down the street, in the dark alley, Ohara Kazuo, who had failed to succeed, was walking angrily on his way back to the company.

Next week, Aihara will be leaving his job. If he didn't succeed this time, Aihara would probably never want to go to the store where he almost died again. It would be impossible for him to carry out his murderous plan again.

He didn't know whether to sigh unwillingly or happily.

He reached for the cigarette case in his coat, wanting to light a cigarette to relieve his boredom, but his fingertips touched the edge of the hard paper first.

"What..." Kazuo Ohara frowned and pulled it out.

This is a red card, the size of a business card, with large and small blocks of newspaper cut out on it to form a short letter.

"We are fully aware of your sins and crimes.

Don’t let your failure to practice sin rest on your laurels.

Sincerely, the Phantom Thieves of the Heart"

sry, I wrote late today_(:з　∠)_ Come on!