The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"You said you took pictures here because you wanted to show your friend the apartment where your boyfriend lives?" Officer Megure looked at the woman who kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief and concluded.

"Yes, that's right, today is my first time here..." Chika Shimoda said with tears in her eyes and sniffing, "My friend heard from me that Takai lives in a high-end apartment and wanted me to take a picture for her. , I planned to go back after taking pictures. As a result, someone suddenly fell from the building. I didn’t expect that it would be..."

"That's very strange." Officer Megure checked the record in his hand, "According to other witnesses, you left Mr. Takai's house around five o'clock in the afternoon, but it was already after six o'clock when the fall occurred. .Did you shoot here for more than an hour?”

"No, everyone came to Takai's house for dinner and drinking today. I drove the others back first and then came back here to shoot." Chika Shimoda turned her head and glanced at the other colleagues who were called back by the police, "Everyone is drunk. , I can only drive people off."

"Excuse me, who are you?" Officer Megure looked at the other two men who were called back.

"Oh, we are employees of the same company." Nakamachi stared at the blood and white lines on the ground for a while, then moved uneasily, "The four of us have been drinking at Section Chief Takai's house since noon today. Celebrating his promotion to minister."

He was the one who drank less among the four, and he was relatively young. When he heard the news of Takai's death, he was so frightened that he sobered up.

"It's such a joyful thing. We originally planned to drink until the evening, but Section Chief Takai drank too much..." He thought about it for a long time and didn't know how to describe the other person's state at that time.

"Isn't it just that you talk nonsense when you're drunk?" Compared to Nakamachi Tongya, Kawakawa's face was still flushed with alcohol, and he said directly, "He was drinking, They started to laugh at us, saying things like, 'If you want to get ahead, you must ignore feelings and just look forward.' They said that just because we couldn't do it, no matter how hard we tried, we could only stand still... It was so outrageous that we left home early.”

"'You have to disregard your feelings'? It does sound quite right..." Officer Megure frowned.

Although it is a personal freedom to regard this kind of thing as a life creed, but to talk about it and say it bluntly to subordinates is not something that ordinary people can do...

"It's because what the section chief said was really too much, so after Miss Shimoda sent me back, I sent him the email you saw and told him, 'Please take a closer look at the people below. '" Nakamachi also lowered his head and sighed secretly.

Section Chief Takai is really a boss that is hard to describe in words.

They were not the only people in the company who were dissatisfied with him for similar reasons. When he heard that the other party died suddenly, the candidate for the murderer flashed through his mind for more than ten seconds.

Thinking of this, he added: "The same is true about Senior Sister Pingwu. If you consider the people he has offended, there should be quite a few in the company."

"Flat house?" Officer Megure looked at the paper full of writing in his hand, shook his head, turned to a new page, and stuffed it into Takagi Wataru's hand.

The deceased, as well as several persons related to the case, worked for an ordinary company, right? Why is there so much love and hatred?

Sure enough, it is still necessary to go to the scene and bring a few deputies.

"Her name is Junyo Hiraya, a former female employee of our company...she committed suicide last month." Kawakami exhaled a breath of alcohol and sighed melancholy.

"You committed suicide. Could it be that you also jumped from a building?" Officer Megu looked at the white line on the ground and guessed.

"Yes. She is this guy's senior in middle school, and she is also my and Takai's junior sister in university. She seems to be in the same class as Shimoda, right?" Kawanobu glanced at Chika Shimoda.

"Well, that's right. In short, Hiraya has a good relationship with everyone." Chika Shimoda wiped away her tears and calmed down a little.

"She committed suicide because the workload was too intense and her spirit could not bear the pressure. Then, after drinking too much, Section Manager Takai joked, 'If you continue to fail to meet the target, I will have to fire you.' Maybe it was these words that completely overwhelmed her, so she just..." Nakamachi also lowered his eyebrows and spoke listlessly.

"Yeah, it turned out that guy Takai seemed to have completely forgotten about it. I couldn't get angry, so I called him and told him, 'You were the one who killed Flat House. Your status today is that you stepped on a group of people. Only people covered in blood can reach it...'" As if under the influence of alcohol, Chuan Sheng gritted his teeth and said viciously, "I didn't expect that a person like him would be irritated by such words one day. It looks like , he jumped down after hanging up the phone."

Takagi Wataru stopped writing for a moment and observed his expression: "So, your claim is..."

"Yes, he may have been killed by me." Kawakami sneered unashamedly, "But Mr. Police Officer, I neither threatened him nor intimidated him. I didn't even use words like "go die". It’s useless. To be honest, it can’t be considered murder, right?”

"Yes, indeed." Officer Megure nodded and winked at Takagi Wataru, indicating that he would mark this person.

If what he said is true, then it depends on the prosecutor's opinion whether to prosecute him.

But you can still say something nice.

"In that case, why don't you go back if you don't have anything to do with me?" Kawakawa showed a proud smile and stretched his stiff back, "I'm tired of saying the same thing twice."

"Two times, has anyone else asked you this question?" Thinking of Tangze who called, Officer Memu's eyebrows jumped, and he felt a little bad.

"Yeah, before you guys came, we've been asked the same question once." Nakamachi looked at the direction of the apartment building strangely, "It's a foreign woman, a brown-haired student, and a Kansai accent young people, and a kid with glasses.”

It's really them.

Officer Megure and Takagi Wataru, together with several search section 1 police officers who were inspecting the scene behind them, all slapped their foreheads.

"If it's just a few of them, it won't stop forever... Where are those people?" Officer Megure asked helplessly while holding his hat.

"Ah, they took the key to Mr. Takai's house and went to the 21st floor." Chika Shimoda pointed behind him. As the night got darker, the apartment building was already brightly lit.

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"It's really you!"

Officer Megure rushed to the 21st floor out of breath. Unexpectedly, he saw several people leaning in front of the door of No. 2103.

"Good evening, Officer Megure." Tangze, holding a bag of milk in his mouth, greeted them, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay after all the hard work... No, you guys really like to act without permission." Officer Megure raised his greeting hand halfway, then he couldn't help but turn to point at the three people with pensive expressions on their faces. , "I'm sorry you couldn't bear to go in and take a look. Then leave it to us..."

"Ah? What did you say?" Hattori Heiji came back to his senses, looked at the sound, and patted his head, "We have completed the investigation."

"Photos, videos, the entire survey process is recorded!" Judy showed the two devices in her hand and smiled.

Alas, he knew that none of these guys related to Kudo and Maori Brother could save fuel.

Thinking of this, Mumu Shisan glanced at Tang Ze who called him over with complaint.

Tang Zejun, aren't you always the most cooperative with the police? Why don't you try to persuade these reasoning enthusiasts?

Can anyone directly get started with collecting evidence?

"Don't look at me. The minority obeys the majority and cannot be stopped." Tang Ze took a sip of milk and spread his hands helplessly. "I asked them to wear shoe covers and videotaped the whole process."

"Oh, okay, tell me, the door was locked at that time?" Megure Thirteen knew that this was something that Tang Ze could not control, so he walked over and opened the door resignedly.

"Yes, it's locked tightly." Conan nodded.

"There are no signs of lock picking or damage," Karasawa added.

Tang Ze still understands this.

Megure glanced at Karasawa, followed Hattori Heiji, and walked towards the deceased's bedroom: "In this case, this place can be regarded as a secret room, and the possibility of the deceased committing suicide is very high?"

"We thought so at first, until we saw..." Hattori Heiji took the lead, pushed open the bedroom door, pointed to the open window and said, "Before the curtains of this window!"

"Well, the front end of the curtain was completely detached from the guide rail. The deceased must have desperately grabbed the curtain before falling, trying to survive." Tang Ze said, thoughtfully cut out the corresponding photo, and pointed to it. The content is, "This is it, we have taken photos."

"Oh, that makes sense." After carefully comparing the photo with the scene, Officer Memu nodded in agreement.

"And here, there is a strange mark. It looks a bit like an impact." Hattori Heiji pointed at a scratch on the window glass.

Officer Megure took a breath.

Collect evidence before the police, and then show your findings to the police in such a grand manner...

These detectives are really... No, Brother Maori is not at the scene either. There is a primary school student, a middle school teacher, and a detective from out of town. What is he helpless about?

Mumu Shisan, who suddenly felt more confident, said in a harder tone: "Well, I saw it, it's true."

"And here, this is the bed where the deceased slept while drunk. Well, I always feel that the window is close to the window where he fell, which is a bit too deliberate..."

"Megure Police Department, the photos taken by Ms. Shimoda have been developed! They are almost all of the exterior of this apartment. Only one photo captured a strange figure, so we zoomed in..."

"Is this Mr. Takai?"

"Look, he really grabbed the curtain."

"Oh, he seems to be throwing something into the house..."

"Is it a cell phone?"

"The traces on the glass are the traces after being hit by the mobile phone? But why did you throw it in..."

"Is the content of the phone call too irritating?"

"It's impossible. No matter how angry you are, you won't be able to fall down. And..."

"It's so noisy, you guys shut up! Oh, Tang Ze, I'm not talking about you - stop meddling in other people's business and interfering with the police's work!"

The noisy detective team was driven out of the bedroom by several police officers.

"It's really hard to talk to you, you Tokyo police." Hattori Heiji said, "Our evidence collection procedures are rigorous enough."

Conan, who was thinking about the case, heard his complaint and glanced sideways.

Is it possible that the police in Osaka are easy to talk to because you are the son of the police chief?

Knowing that Hattori Heiji didn't like hearing about this topic, Conan finished complaining in his mind and skipped the discussion of related topics: "Let's think about the method the murderer used to make the deceased fall."

As expected, Hattori Heiji diverted his attention and stopped worrying about the police chasing people away: "Well, Miss Shimoda, who was taking pictures downstairs at the time, could only have any impact on the deceased, only the flash of the camera. It was across the 21st floor. , that little light won’t affect anything.”

"There is nothing wrong with Mr. Nakamachi's email." Conan continued, "The content is consistent with his 'confession'."

"The only thing left is Mr. Kawakami's phone number."

"But even if he directly asked the other party to die on the phone, the deceased wouldn't be able to do it, right?"

"Don't forget the deceased's behavior of throwing his mobile phone into the house..."

Judy, who was one step behind the two of them, while listening to the reasoning relay of the two people in front, glanced at Tang Ze, who had silently fallen behind and was walking towards the door.

Smart kids, including Karasawa.

Judy, who was unaware of the other two, knew that Karasawa and Goro Akechi were actually the same person. Karasawa's performance today made her even more interesting.

From her observations after coming to Japan, generally speaking, detectives of this age are either eager to solve mysteries, or they have nowhere to put their overflowing intelligence to use.

Therefore, for Edogawa Conan, this child whose identity can be easily revealed due to his excessive intelligence, is a bit funny, but it is natural.

So, what about Karasawa, who plays the role of detective perfectly?

From the analysis of his words and deeds, it seems that he has already locked in the candidate of the murderer, but he can calmly assist the detective as an assistant, and he lacks self-identity as a detective.

What is this, role-playing forced by circumstances? Or a pretender with no regrets?

Judy quirked her lips in interest, took a photo of Tangze's back as he left, then looked at the two detectives standing in the foyer discussing, and changed the direction of the camera.

There are still many opportunities to contact Tang Ze, so tonight, she had better observe more here first.

Everything else in Japan is fine, except for civilian cameras. Due to the privacy bill, there is no way to eliminate the shutter sound effect.

As for just taking a few photos of collectibles, do you need to use a specially brought spy camera...

Judy tilted her head, and using the cover of her arms, she silently pressed the shutter.

She always liked to think of this kind of thing as a "career convenience."

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"Do you think we have made the website style too cool and middle-class?"

As soon as the call was connected, I heard such an opening sentence, and Xingchuan Hui, who was writing so hard, dropped the pen in his hand.

"Ah? What did you say?" He raised his head in shock, "Am I hallucinating? I heard Tang Ze say that he designed the website style to be too middle-class?"

"Hey, kid, what misunderstanding do you have about me? Is my style very high-profile and exaggerated?" Tangze said in a dangerous tone as he chopped the kitchen knife heavily on the chopping board.

"You designed this website yourself, you made the buttons, you chose the colors, and you even painted the animation effects all night long. You said you were a middle-class student. How could I have misunderstood you?" Xingchuan Hui firmly refused. The leader threw the blame on his head.

"What's wrong, doesn't my design look good?" Tang Ze, a fan who paid full tribute to the original work, was furious. "Isn't this beautiful and eye-catching?"

"Yes, you're right, so you made a special message. What do you want to say?" Miyano Akemi, who was writing down the notes in the account book, brushed her forehead with the end of her pen and looked at the topic from two eyes to start again. The bickering high school students moved away.

"Well, I just want to say... whether it's a masked vigilante, whether it's popular on the Internet, including the operation of online public opinion, do you think the route we are taking is too young? So that older people Working people will regard us as frivolous jokes or young people's new tricks on the Internet, and will not pay enough attention to us?" Tangze picked up the kitchen knife again and cut the onion in his hand into thin strips, "Isn't that right? Are you thinking of ways to expand our audience?”

"What's wrong? Did you encounter some difficult situation and you felt it?" Asai Narumi, combing her long hair and looking at the website updates, looked away from the screen.

Maybe some people would do this kind of thing, but Tangze definitely wouldn't.

This proud boy believes that if you want to change, you must take action. Even if there are flaws, it is better than standing by and doing nothing. He will not doubt his past choices because of some small problems.

"Yes, I feel it. Just like the previous couple who were in a life-and-death situation, Yumi Horikoshi and Kazushi Nakamichi. For people of their age, using Kaitou CH, I believe we can help them in proportion, too Too little."

Karasawa turned his wrist to wipe off the onion strands on the kitchen knife, and looked at his own reflection on the knife.

Blue eyes stared back quietly.

"It's the same today. All grudges happen very quickly. If today's murderer, or other members who were harmed by the deceased, had mentioned his name a month ago, today's tragedy could have been avoided."

Although today's events can be summarized as inevitable cases triggered by the plot, Karasawa is not a person accustomed to lazily blaming everything on external objects and giving up the possibility of self-effort.

Is there any way to avoid these vicious mutual persecutions and strife, which ultimately lead to tragedies that cost lives?

"You think, should we make some bigger noise, something that can appear on the front page of serious social news, rather than the kind that appears in variety show topics."

Tangze said to himself as he pointed at the shining blade.