The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The heavy iron fence door opened in front of her, and Belmod's eyes followed the keyhole that projected a ray of light, and a faint ray of light danced in her black eyes at this moment.

"Sorry," the man who led the way smiled apologetically at her, "Futo Kyousuke's case has a great impact, and his current confidentiality level is relatively high...the detention procedures are more complicated."

"Understandable." She pushed up her square glasses and answered in a serious tone, "It is precisely because of the seriousness of the matter that we have to pay attention to all the patients he has dealt with. The priority of the current murder case should have been We were the ones causing you trouble in the first place.”

"What the hell! Hey, Dr. Futo Kyosuke, his reputation within the bureau has always been excellent, but I didn't expect that..."

With a decent and polite smile on his face, Belmode was no longer in the mood to listen carefully to what the guy leading the way was saying. Those chattering greetings slowly turned into a kind of background noise.

Her eyes wandered carelessly down the hallway.

There are very few rooms here, and the corridors are extremely long. The cold white lights cast overlapping circles of light on the even colder white walls, giving this heavily guarded area the quality of being in a hospital.

Kyosuke Futo was indeed given a very high level of confidentiality...

If it's just about serial murderers, or about using one's position to abuse minors or even cause death... these are serious felonies, but their relationship to the confidentiality level is still limited.

With such a high-level detention, his connection with the organization, or in other words, his connection with Karasawa Ikawa, has been noticed by the Japanese police.

After the heavy door opened, Belmode finally saw his target today.

This is a good-looking guy, gentle and handsome, with signs of age well hidden, and obvious signs of investment in taking care of his appearance.

The shadow of his successful career still lingers on him. Although his face is pale and slumped due to the drastic changes he has suffered, and he looks like an unconscious ghost in his prison uniform, the aura of a gentle scum can still be glimpsed.

"He is still in the stage of stubborn resistance. There are many things that he cannot remember clearly. Maybe there is not much that can be asked." The policeman who led the way came to Belmode's ear and whispered a reminder.

"I understand. Well, it's a matter of confidentiality..."

"I see."

After the heavy door behind him was closed tightly, Belmod glanced at the camera in the corner and turned in the direction of Fuido Kyosuke.

"...I told you, I can't remember anything." Kyosuke Futo, who was fixed on the seat without even looking at her face, said directly, "You all should investigate the matter of me killing Ninoho. It’s clear. The same thing happened with the two policemen behind. What else do you want to ask me? I don’t even know how I got to Dorobiga Park..."

"Raise your head and look at me." In response to Futo Kyousuke's self-defeating remarks, Belmode smiled, took out something from the briefcase he was carrying, and ordered.

Futo Kyousuke was stunned for a moment and raised his head.

"Click——"

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"Click——"

When Gin walked into the basement, he felt the dazzling white light and immediately stopped and became alert.

Although it was unlikely that flash bombs would be used in an attack in this environment, he still pulled out the Beretta without hesitation.

When he saw the situation in the basement clearly, Gin felt his upper eyelids twitching reflexively due to uncontrollable anger.

"...What are you two doing?"

"You shouldn't ask me." Toru Amuro put down the hand that was covering his eyes and looked straight at Goro Akechi, who was sitting diagonally in the room. "You should ask Kumail why he's crazy."

"Do you want to try the effect? ​​Doesn't it matter?" He kicked the broken coffee table in front of him with his toe. Goro Akechi said nonchalantly, "I told you, this thing is useless for adults. You are not a teenager. Coming of age, bourbon senior.”

"Will it be effective? It's a flashlight that can blind people. If you use something like this with unknown principles to face your colleagues, will your brain be damaged by this thing?"

"It's just a little flash, so fragile, senior? Or is your childish heart about to be destroyed by this thing?"

"Even if it's really just a camera, pressing it into someone's face a dozen times is rude enough. But again, you're not normal to begin with. Even if it makes you a little crazier, it won't make much of a difference."

"So I said everything..."

"That's enough." Standing in the center of the intersection of their eyes, interrupting the incessant quarrel between the two guys, Gin suppressed the urge to raise his hand and press his temples, and stretched out his hand towards Goro Akechi, "Give me the thing. "

"Yes -" He casually closed the lid in his hand, Akechigoro put the things back into the suitcase, and piled the black suitcase among the fragments of the coffee table.

"It's confirmed that there is no problem with your memory." Looking at Goro Akechi, Gin asked calmly.

"Thank you for your concern, senior. There is no problem." Akechi Goro showed a hearty smile and responded gently, showing off his spring breeze style when facing the camera. "It was a slight headache at first, but I got used to it quickly. I I think Futo Kyosuke’s skills will only end here.”

After looking at him noncommittally for a moment, Gin turned his gaze again and faced Toru Amuro, who sneered at Akechi Goro's words.

"It's not as simple as he said." Amuro Toru crossed his arms and shook his head. "It took Kumail half a day to recover from the memory disorder. I'm sure that his initial state was definitely not what he said. So easy."

As if being stung by Toru Amuro's words, Goro Akechi's smile suddenly faded, and he looked over coldly: "Are you very confident, Bourbon-senpai, do you know me well?"

"When you are awake, you will let me approach your hospital bed without warning? Stop pretending, Kumel." He let out an undisguised sneer, and Toru Amuro looked directly at Gin and suggested in an uplifting tone. He said, "Take him back and cut his brain open and have a look. I always feel that there is something in this kid that is not telling the truth. What if he really forgets important things and causes damage to the organization, who will be responsible for this?" "

"It's just a little temporary confusion." Putting aside his gentle manner for the time being, Goro Akechi rolled his eyelids and said, "It's just some clumsy hypnosis using sound and light effects. It's funny. I just pressed so many times, and I still can't Does it prove that this thing has no effect on me?”

There was an evil arc on Toru Amuro's face, as if he wanted to choke and say something again. Seeing Gin's expression, he sneered and turned his head.

Goro Akechi tilted his head and looked straight at Toru Amuro for a while, as if some storm was brewing in his eyes. He also glanced at Gin's expression and turned his head.

The boss and subordinate who no longer looked at each other finally stopped fighting. Vodka secretly breathed a sigh of relief before walking into the basement with a gentle step. He picked up the suitcase on the ground and quickly compared it with the image in his hand.

I really don’t know when the quarrel between Bourbon and Kumail will end. I heard that when the police found Kyosuke Futo, Kumail, who was relying on his legal gun-holding status, was chasing Bourbon with a gun regardless... …

Isn't it just for Bourbon to try to prevent Kumail from trapping Kyosuke Futo into trouble? As for intensifying conflicts like this?

I really don’t know if the eldest brother arranged for the two of them to stay together all day long. Is it an organizational arrangement, or is the eldest brother selfishly hoping that these two guys will die together as soon as possible and no longer burden them.

It also solves the financial burden.

"This is the right thing." After confirming the details, he sealed the thing again, Vodka reported, then took a step back, looked at his nose, nose, and heart, and fell silent as well.

Gin couldn't stand here in a daze for no reason, staring at Kumel Bourbon.

If you still haven’t left after taking the things, you must be waiting for some signal.

Maybe they are waiting for someone to give the police's investigation results, maybe they are waiting for other channels to verify one of the two's statements...

What Vodka can be sure of is that the two of them were specially asked to come together today, and one of them must have been given extra instructions to keep an eye on the other.

I just don’t know who could be causing the problem.

He placed the suitcase in his hand back a little so that it would not block his path to the weapon. Vodka also increased his alertness and breathed softly, alerting him to any changes in the situation.

Silence spread in the room.

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"...You said that when you held Tang Zezhao hostage, you met Akechi Goro."

A steady male voice came out of his mouth, and Belmod's fingers hidden under the table twitched slightly.

This is an absolutely impossible scenario.

Tang Zezhao's death is not only supported by detailed video data, but also supported by Bourbon's witnesses.

The organization came to the same conclusion from sources such as the FBI and other intelligence organizations.

If this news is true... it means that Kumel, Bourbon, and even the organization's thorn in the FBI, all have problems of one kind or another.

Despite the turmoil in his heart, Belmode just closed his fingers and clenched his hands into fists, staring at Futo Kyosuke calmly.

"I..." Fuudo Kyosuke, who was sweating profusely, had his facial features twisted into a ball. After several struggles, his expression slowly became blank, "I, I'm not sure either..."

"uncertain?"

"I saw...I saw Karasawa Akira..." Kyousuke Futo's voice became ethereal, and a strange dreamy feeling slowly blended into his voice, "He is very obedient, he is a sacrificial lamb. , He was hung on the cross, his body was cut open, and he was cut into pieces...He, he is the Lord, he is the child of the Lord, he is the divine food dedicated to us, and he is the gift of God..."

"...Fudo Kyosuke?" Belmod's brows slowly frowned, and he called the name of the guy opposite him twice, trying to wake him up from this strange state.

Kyosuke Futo, whose expression was slightly frozen, blinked his eyes as if he was awakened, and his expression slowly became horrified.

"I, I..." pinched his own throat. Futo Kyosuke seemed to be genuinely confused and frightened by what he just said. He gasped several times before speaking again, "No, I mean, I saw Tang Zezhao, I, I saw, Akechi Goro killed Tang Zezhao, right in front of me, he ate his flesh and blood, he was standing in that queue... No, that's not what I meant..."

His fingers dug into the armrests of the seat, with a confused and painful expression. He seemed to want to raise his hands and scratch his hair. However, his hands were shackles and fixed firmly on the metal chair, so he could not move. I could only lower my head, put my forehead on the table, and hit it hard.

"I, I saw my mentor, my mentor and Tang Zezhao, and myself, I, I was chased by them... I failed, my mission failed..." Another hard knock, the voice of Fudo Kyosuke It was squeezed in the throat, like a painful whimper, "I failed, I am a sinner, I can't do it anymore, I failed..."

"Bang, bang, bang-"

Kyosuke Futo hit the table in front of him with increasing force. Bellmode frowned tightly, reached out and pressed the emergency call button on the side of the table, and quickly took out the compact radio again with his other hand. The device was pressed towards Futo Kyosuke’s face.

"Kyosuke Fudo, Kyosuke Fudo——!" Within a few seconds, the door behind her was opened, and several police officers rushed in in a panic, pulling Fudo Kyosuke out of the house who was obviously not in a normal state of mind. The edge of the table was opened, and various hands and feet were used to hold down the prisoner who was struggling desperately as his strength suddenly increased.

"Sorry, sorry..." The man who came in with Belmod ran into the door behind them. Seeing Belmode frowning and staring at Kyousuke Fengdo, he grinned awkwardly, "I made you laugh. Feng." Tokyosuke has been like this since he was arrested. As long as we mention what happened in the park that day and ask him why he held Kara Zeaki hostage, he will start to speak incoherently and even start to harm himself..."

"Well, that's why you said you can't ask for anything." Belmod glanced at the man's uneasy expression playfully, rolled his eyes, and looked again at the man who was pressed on the seat and groaned. He roared, completely ignoring the handcuffs and shackles that caused many bloody marks as he struggled.

It seemed that his mental state had completely collapsed.

Is this Kumail’s work too?

According to Bourbon and other police information, four hours after "Aki Karasawa" was kidnapped, Kyousuke Futo appeared in the fountain square of the amusement park with "Aki Karasawa" hostage, and was subdued by the police who arrived later.

In other words, after being caught by Futo Kyosuke as Karasawa Akira, the two disappeared from everyone's sight for four hours.

Four hours later, the arrested Kyousuke Futo looked like this.

Interesting, somewhat interesting.

"I already know the situation." Bermod pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and pondered the identity he was playing. He walked out of the interrogation room in a dignified manner surrounded by the police behind him, "How did you judge? , is he really mentally ill, or is he trying to act like he has a mental illness in order to avoid responsibility?"

"Well, we have applied for a medical appraisal..."

Kyosuke Futo's meaningless and frantic roar was buried in the door as the door closed again.

Walking freely in the underground passage of the police station accompanied by everyone, Belmode slowly prepared his draft.

She now knows how to respond to the organization's questions.

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"Jingle Bell--"

The piercing ringtone interrupted the silence of the basement, which was about to solidify, and the vodka refreshed the spirit.

At the same time, he did not forget to put his hand on the concealed position of his gun, ready to wait for his elder brother's order at any time.

If he guessed correctly, this phone call was the answer that the elder brother had been waiting for.

Without putting down the gun in his hand, Beretta kept his muzzle pointed at the ground. Gin picked up the phone and his hawk-like eyes first fell on Toru Amuro.

"...Oh? Is there something wrong with your mental state?" Hearing the unexpected answer, Gin raised his eyebrows, "Have you verified it?"

"I'm sure." Sitting in his car, Belmode, who had taken off his disguise, smiled hoarsely into the receiver with a sexy and lazy voice, "Have you forgotten that I am always there in the organization?" What are you doing? There is no one who can pretend to be crazy from my eyes."

"Yeah." His eyes moved away from Toru Amuro and fell on Goro Akechi. Gin didn't ask any questions, just waiting for Bermod's next answer.

Since Fuudo Kyosuke fell into the hands of the police after being dealt with and confirmed that he would not reveal the existence of the organization, the problem that Bourbon who rushed to the scene did not deal with the aftermath does not exist.

So, that only leaves Kumail’s problem.

Thinking of Kyosuke Futo's state just now, Belmode looked out the window at the sinking dusk in Tokyo and took a deep breath.

Is Futo Kyosuke crazy? Maybe so.

So what are the weird scenes he describes one after another?

Maybe her accomplice, who was young and energetic and acted erratically, was standing in front of Gin with a gun to his forehead, waiting for his final verdict.

She curled her lips viciously and started to speak: "Kyosuke Futo's language logic is relatively confusing, but he repeatedly described the two images of 'Akechi Goro' and 'Karasawa Akira'... I guess, he should have seen Something."

With a calm expression on his face, Gin slowly turned a little, and the Beretta in his hand faintly turned towards Akechi Goro.

The true identity of "Karasawa Akira" is Kumail's biggest weakness. Once exposed to the police, this carefully prepared chess piece will lose its greatest role, and his other identities will not bring other benefits to the organization. Help.

If Kyousuke Futo witnesses this guy's disguise, or in other words, the moment when he reveals his disguise, even if Kyosuke Futo does have a mental problem...

"Kumail should probably show the video of him killing Karasawa Akira to Futo Kyosuke." After imagining the scene, Belmod felt a little amused.

There was a living Tang Zezhao standing in front of him. He was holding this guy hostage and moving, but in the end, he received a picture of the person next to him being tortured and killed...

Really, it feels like a ghost movie.

Gin, whose murderous intention has not yet brewed: "?"

Standing behind him, I heard a few words from Vodka, and my disbelieving eyes suddenly fell on Akechi Goro.

Pretend to be kidnapped - who would believe that this guy would be kidnapped by a helpless doctor - and then show others a video of himself torturing and killing the victim, while pretending to be the victim...

Is this really Kyosuke Futo going crazy? Are you sure Kumail isn't crazy?