The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Why did you say thank you to me all of a sudden? I didn't seem to be of much help this time."

Stunned by this abrupt thank you, Karasawa raised his hand that was pressed on the screen of his phone and glanced at Hattori Heiji strangely.

"It's not because of this case... Of course, as for the case, you actually helped us a lot." After adjusting the baseball cap on his head, Hattori Heiji sorted out his words and said with some embarrassment, "It's just Seeing Mr. Sakata like this, I can’t help but feel a little emotional.”

"So what do you want to thank me for? Thank me for not becoming a policeman and killing the guy who framed me 20 years later?" Tangze lowered his head and typed the last line of the email, which was a joke from hell, "Then Don’t worry, ex-convicts cannot become police officers.”

"...Do you like ruining the atmosphere so much?" Hattori Heiji pressed his hat, feeling helpless.

Sometimes it's really hard to tell whether Tangze is really open-minded or whether he habitually distracts people with some gags whenever he wants to talk about key topics.

Especially when it comes to himself.

"Is that what I meant? Your gratitude is inexplicable." Tang Ze chuckled twice and put the phone back in his pocket.

Seriously, when Tang Ze faced this kind of disaster that directly destroyed his family and life, the choices he made twice seemed to be almost the same. He was a pure "Mader broke with you" type of family member of the victim. .

So if we really talk about it strictly, Karasawa himself is definitely not in the law-abiding camp... regardless of his identity.

"No, I'm just glad that you haven't completely given up your faith in order and justice. You are still willing to believe that chaos and darkness will be defeated..." Hattori Heiji lowered his head and glanced at the amulet hanging on his chest. "It makes me feel that becoming a detective is also a good thing."

"...It's better to leave such handsome lines to Miss Toyama." Tang Ze was stunned and couldn't help but laugh, "It would be true if you don't have nightmares that are too lethal."

When he said this, Hattori Heiji became a little unwilling: "Then how can you say it's my fault? At most, I just foresaw the danger of the case."

In the past two days, he had heard Tang Ze talking about this incident repeatedly, which made him feel very wronged.

It wasn't him who caused the problem, nor was he the one who fired the gun, so how could it be the detective's fault?

"Since I've warned you so prophetically, I haven't seen you change anything? Then what's the use of giving you a prediction." Tang Ze looked at the train with a small dot on the track in the distance and curled his lips.

"It's still very different, okay!" Hattori Heiji protested loudly, "I'm very sure that the thing in the dream was definitely not an anesthetic bomb. I could feel the blood splashing on my face..."

"Oh?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest, "Did you also see Classmate Lan and Miss Toyama in your dream?"

"Well, if you put it like that..." Hattori Heiji narrowed his eyes and tried to remember, "Kazuha definitely doesn't have it, but Miss Ran seems to have it. Of course, Kudo is not what he is now."

"What you dreamed about was the large Kudo?" Tang Ze guessed, tilting his head.

"Well, yes, maybe it's because I didn't treat Kudo as a child, so I saw him in his original form in the dream." Hattori Heiji waved his hand indifferently, as if he didn't notice any problem.

"Kudo has not become smaller. The gunman killed you, or at least hit you..." Karasawa sorted through the contents of his nightmare and slowly frowned.

He dreamed of Kudo Shinichi instead of Conan. Although this is also a normal situation, he also added the words of Mouri Kogoro and others...

Something doesn't look right.

Thinking like this, Tangze asked a question: "So, was there a scene in your dream where I was shot?"

"Why are you so serious about asking about a nightmare? Okay, okay, if you insist on knowing." Hattori Heiji carefully recalled the blurry fragments of the dream and thought for a few seconds, "No. I didn't do anything with Kudo or anything else." People see you around.”

"you sure?"

"Of course, the shooting happened very quickly, so I can't even remember such a few things."

"Well..." Tang Ze lowered his eyes and couldn't help but think about it.

This dream is a plot with a strong symbolic meaning of miracles. In today's suture world, Tang Ze cannot help but ignore it.

What does this dream mean?

In this case, Tang Ze was deliberately absent in order to play multiple identities.

First, he needs to use his identity as a joker to contact Sakata Yusuke, convince him to accept his plan, and achieve an ending that is less harmful but makes the evildoer pay the price.

Secondly, in this operation, it was Hoshikawa Hui, not him, who came into contact with Curacao throughout the entire operation. To be on the safe side, it was better for them to minimize the number of encounters.

So why was he not there in Hattori Heiji's dream?

"Okay, it sounds too weird to think about a dream seriously." Hattori Heiji raised his hand and patted Karasawa on the shoulder, interrupting his thoughts, "Besides, hasn't the crisis passed? Here comes the car. If you don't go there, that uncle will come to rush you."

"Okay." He raised his head and saw the train that was about to enter the station. Karasawa temporarily put aside his sense of disobedience and patted Hattori Heiji's shoulder with his backhand, "Keep up the good work, 'Detective of the West', but Don’t be left behind by Kudo who hasn’t recovered yet.”

"Even if he doesn't have an accident, I won't lose to him. Don't underestimate me!" He snorted, and a confident smile appeared on Hattori Heiji's face, "I will definitely solve your problem faster than him. It’s a question, just wait for my good news.”

It was such a stupid statement that Tang Ze couldn't help but laugh and cry.

It seems that what happened to Sotaro Goji this time gave Hattori Heiji a lot of inspiration.

Indeed, it is almost impossible to find the real culprit of the fabricated charges and disperse the huge black shadow behind him with the power of a few minors.

But what he wanted to do for Tang Ze was not to completely solve all his hidden dangers, but to solve this unfounded crime.

As long as the loopholes can be proven, as long as any link among the people handling the case can be caught, it is a matter of course to connect political donations, systematic forgery and fooling around, to question and reopen all cases related to it, then this person in Tang Ze Unjust cases that are full of doubts have a great possibility of being cleared.

In this regard, he has a much better advantage than Conan.

"You are still so determined to win. Kudo will laugh at you again after hearing this." Karasawa shook his head and waved to him, "I'll go over first. See you next time."

"Ha, let him wait." Hattori Heiji, who found a suitable entry point, raised his fist with confidence, "Take care of yourself and Kudo, see you next time!"

Tangze smiled, turned around, and took a few steps backwards: "Actually, rather than delving into why your father wanted to be a policeman, I personally think that you should delve deeper into...why you want to be a policeman. Where’s the detective?”

Hattori Heiji, who was waving his hand, twitched the corner of his mouth: "What else could be the reason for this..."

"Shh, don't tell me yet. Wait until you have a firm answer that you can proudly tell your child, then tell me." Stepping backwards and accurately stepping on the train door, Tang Ze waved his hand, "Looking forward to you. That's the answer, Detective."

Seeing Karasawa's smiling face disappear behind the car door, Hattori Heiji put down his hand and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Although the expression on Tangze's face and the tone of his speech remained unchanged, this playful address made him feel as if the person speaking was a different person.

What is this...

"You're moving too slowly. You and that black boy have so many things to communicate." Seeing Karasawa come over and sit down next to him, Mouri Kogoro yawned and said casually, "I'm asking this time A case? That’s all the Osaka police’s own problem.”

"If something like this happened to a police officer, the media will indeed be sensational for a while." Tang Ze nodded, without explaining anything more, and looked at Conan sitting opposite him with a hint of teasing.

Originally, Conan should have come to join in the fun during this farewell scene, but he couldn't figure out the lawsuit he was involved in now.

I don’t know if it’s because she has entered an IQ-up state, or there are some other influences. Although Mao Lilan’s warning level for Conan is obviously over 50%, she still doesn’t show any eagerness to confront or seek confirmation. Instead, he has entered a state of scrutiny and observation and continues to collect evidence.

This time during the capture of Numabuchi, there was a shooting. In the critical situation, Hattori Heiji instinctively defended Conan in the direction, and blurted out the urgent word "Kudo". Mao Lilan must have heard it clearly. .

Although this was not the first time for Hattori, a professional called Kudo, it was really difficult to fool him with such a subconscious reaction at this moment.

However, after Mao Lilan woke up, she did not take the initiative to ask this question, but her words gradually became a little salty, which made Conan panic.

"The Hattori family, they are very busy." Mouri Kogoro snorted, took out a newspaper, and started reading it boredly, "This kind of thing happens to the police. They don't write a report for a month. If the matter cannot be handled, the reporters will circle around and refuse to leave as if they smell blood."

In other respects, Mouri Kogoro may indeed be a confused uncle, but in this matter, he has a strong say.

"This is not a bad thing for Officer Sakata himself." Karasawa, who had contributed to the current situation, said pertinently.

"I've also heard that he has prepared a lot of things and wants to take down Councilor Goji... If there is media attention, he may be able to achieve his goal. However, the police in Osaka are even more busy. Come on." He happened to turn to the social page and glanced at the content above. Mouri Kogoro shook his head with a click of his tongue.

"Well, Hattori was discussing this with me. He said that similar loopholes might be found in my case." Karasawa knew what Mouri Kogoro meant and nodded.

Once the dirty tricks of the Township Secretary are determined, it is not just a matter of investigating him.

The possibility of judicial fraud has been confirmed, and local councilors have been implicated. This criminal case that needs to be restarted will make the entire Osaka police station extremely busy...

Only second-generation students like Hattori Heiji can find something to be happy about in this kind of thing. Except for him, all the police in Osaka are now Sima-faced.

"That's right. His father is in Kansai. It's good news for you to have his help." Mouri Kogoro lowered the newspaper, looked at Karasawa's smile, thought about it, and casually expressed relief.

That being said, Osaka and Kyoto are two different places after all.

Even if the situation is the same, it is very unclear whether the analogy can be made and whether a breakthrough can be found.

The police officers of the Tokyo Investigation Section 1 have such a good impression of Karasawa, but there has been no progress in his case. It cannot be because everyone is just superficial and careless about handling it. It can only be because they really have no way to start.

"It doesn't matter. There will be more opportunities for us to interact with each other in the future, so take your time." As Tang Ze spoke, his eyes were attracted to the newspaper in Mouri Kogoro's hand.

What he was reading was not a report in a newspaper, but the densely packed advertising page on the last page of the newspaper, which looked like tofu blocks.

This is where the newspaper's revenue comes from, and the arrangement is very clear - whoever gives more will get a bigger place.

So the advertising block with a few rough dolphins was specially drawn, which immediately attracted Tangze's attention.

A prize contest signed by Furukawa Dai, the prize is a three-day and two-night Ogasawara dolphin trip...

Well, let's go back and check the calendar. If everything goes well, he should meet Heipi again in a few days.

I really don’t know whether to say that Ke Xue’s high school students are too busy or too busy.

"It's better to meet less pretentious brats like that." Mouri Kogoro smacked his lips and turned over a page of the newspaper. "These guys who like to be detectives use their brains in addition to solving crimes. I’m dumbfounded part of the time.”

"Are you praising me for being very stable? Thank you, uncle." Tang Ze laughed playfully.

"You? It's hard for me to tell you. When you are serious, you look like an old Jianghu, but when you are not serious, you can't compare to a primary school student." Mouri Kogoro commented sharply, but his eyes couldn't help but drift to a new page of the newspaper.

News and news about horse racing are printed on it. In the photos, strong horses with soft fur and riders with a lowered center of gravity are crossing obstacles handsomely...

Mouri Kogoro's fingers holding the newspaper curled up. Under Karasawa's X-ray-like scrutiny, he could only turn his head sadly and ignore them for the time being.

Alas, there have been no major cases recently, and there is no trace of myself in the newspapers.

Originally, the Nagato family and the serial murder case in Osaka were also very eye-catching.

But the former was easily snatched away by a newcomer in the industry, and a murderer was live broadcasted in a very entertaining way. The latter happened in Osaka. Hattori Heiji, a local snake, naturally handled the case...

It's been a busy week, but not even one shot was taken. If the black boy hadn't actively invited me, it would have been a paid trip, and the money was manipulated by young people.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and the angrier he became. For a while, he had no chance to find something to amuse himself. Mouri Kogoro now really misses the crowded and lively racetrack.

"In short, they are still better than high school detectives, right?" Karasawa continued to praise without shame, "They are emotional fools who can't even learn to hit the ball straight."

"Pfft--" Conan, who had finally calmed down a little, couldn't hold back and the soda he had just drank spurted out of his mouth.

This guy knows that Xiaolan may be doubting him recently...

Are you still talking about this topic on purpose? He definitely did it on purpose, right? !

"Pfft--" Xingchuan Hui, who was sitting back-to-back in the seat behind them, also spat out the tea he had just taken into his mouth.

What did he hear? What did he just hear?

Who hits the straight ball? ! What did Tang Ze fight? !

What, did he say something wrong? Tangze pretended not to hear the movements of his teammates behind him and smiled innocently.

"Tang Ze, what are you talking about..." Mao Lilan's ears turned red and she looked away.

"If you say that, I don't object." Thinking of the girl and Hattori Heiji who almost had "stay away from my sweetheart" written on their faces, Mouri Kogoro sneered disdainfully.

"Dad, you have the nerve to say it, as if you are very honest." Mao Lilan glared at him.

Fei Yingli and Mouri Kogoro are also childhood sweethearts who grew up together and have a deep relationship.

If Mouri Kogoro was a straight-forward person emotionally, he wouldn't have gone so far as to get divorced now.

"Me, the situation between your mother and I is quite complicated." Mouri Kogoro said with a smile on his face, "Back then, it was better for me to take the initiative to confess my feelings."

When he said this, Mao Lilan also became curious: "How did you confess your love?"

"Ahem, don't ask, it's not something that should be told to children." Kogoro Mouri held up the newspaper to cover his face, "Anyway, when it's time to hit the ball straight, just hit the ball straight, everything." If everything is ready and it is still being delayed, it makes people anxious."

"No, no, no, you can't hit a straight ball..."

"Huh?!" Suddenly hearing someone objecting to his point of view, Mouri Kogoro's face suddenly dropped, he put down the newspaper in his hand unhappily, and looked at the speaker.

This time, I saw a familiar face again.

The speaker didn't seem to hear their conversation at all. He just put his hands in his pockets, clenched his chin tightly, and muttered to himself anxiously.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer...we should still throw the change ball first and observe the change in her attitude..."

"Hey, Officer Takagi, why are you here?" Mao Lilan, who quickly recognized the person, shouted.

Takagi Wataru, who was immersed in walking, was startled awake. He shrank his neck and looked over quickly.

"Detective Mori, Mr. Lan, and Karasawa-kun and Conan-kun...why are you on this bus too?"