The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Yes, I am Tangze...right...right now? Um, okay..."

Karasawa put down his phone helplessly and made a gesture of spreading his hands: "Sorry, something is urgent... Anyway, Mr. Mori has fallen asleep now, so you should go by yourself, right?"

After some exploration and reasoning, Conan has successfully embarked on the established line of reasoning. Not only has he determined that the person who traded tequila is Hideaki Nakajima, he has also discovered that the explosion was not a targeted silence, but a An oolong that killed the wrong person.

He was even more angry when he came to this conclusion.

He had been small for so long that it was not easy for him to track down the clues after Joker showed up. Before he could dig out anything, he was destroyed by the murderer's murderous intention.

Although this should not be the idea of ​​a righteous detective, Conan's first reaction was "If you want to kill someone, you have to use a bomb!"

And Tequila, aren’t you also a member of that organization? Why are you so unsatisfied! He was casually sent away by a passing murderer!

He came to Karasawa to help him complete the conclusion of his reasoning, and by the way, he detained Hideaki Nakajima, who was dealing with tequila, and asked for some information. As soon as he opened his mouth, Karasawa was about to be called away by a phone call.

Everything is not suitable, everything is not going well, and I am angry.

An angry Conan went to fiddle with Kogoro Mouri, who was sitting next to him and fell asleep due to a hangover. Karasawa took two steps back, avoiding the sight of Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki, and quietly walked towards the exit on the side of the venue.

Feng Jianyu stood in front of the door among the police who blocked the scene, waiting for him to come out with his hands folded.

"Officer Kazami." Tangze stepped forward to greet him politely and asked pretending to be curious, "Are you also here to assist in the bombing investigation?"

Of course he knew that this person must have been called out by a phone call from Toru Amuro. He was just curious about what excuse they would use to drive him away.

"I'm here specifically for you." Kazami Yuya felt that his eyebrows were creased by frowning all day long. Now that he saw Karasawa's humble and polite attitude, he reflexively felt stomach cramps, so he decisively took out The materials have been prepared long ago, "Some investigations require your cooperation."

Tang Ze looked at the photos in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he pressed his ribs involuntarily.

These are some gangsters with bad hair styles, and you can tell at a glance that they are delinquents.

In the memory of the original person, their expressions were more ferocious and terrifying than in the photos.

These faces reawakened the phantom pain in his ribs, the humiliation and fear of being pinned to the ground and unable to move, and then they were kicked one after another, and he choked and coughed until blood filled his throat...

Karasawa subconsciously retreated, assuming a defensive counterattack posture, and waved away Yuya Kazami's hand.

His excessive resistance was unexpected by Feng Jianyu, and the photo almost came out.

Only after Karasawa knocked his hand crooked did he break free from the rising negative emotions, and apologized in his heart to Yuya Fengmi, a conscientious migrant worker.

I don't know why, but Tang Zezhao's memory is so clear that it's not normal. Human memory is like notes written on paper. As time goes by, it oxidizes and turns yellow, and gradually becomes blurred. In particular, unpleasant memories such as fear, pain, and panic will fade more quickly.

This is the most normal memory mode for people. After all, forgetting is a self-protection mechanism of the brain.

But Tang Zezhao's memories are different. They are like edited videos. Once they are recalled, they will be replayed to the exact second, and the emotions and feelings in them will be reproduced accordingly.

There may be something wrong with this child Tang Zezhao. Tang Ze was clearly aware of this.

Perhaps, the special state in which he seemed to have lost his memory after time travel but would be remembered again when he recalled it was the memory isolation method adopted by Tang Zezhao for self-protection. He locked the memory into the corresponding "drawer" and it would not appear unless he opened it, lest he suffer a mental breakdown like a hyperamnesic patient.

Tang Ze sighed in his heart, but his face caught the gaffe just now without any pause, and continued: "Where did you find the photo? Are you really with them?"

For Karasawa, who has long experience in acting, acting is basically a passive skill. Yuya Kazami certainly couldn't see through it. He just thought that Karasawa had included him in the chain of persecutors and expressed distrust and resentment towards him. .

"No, I am investigating the suspicious points in your case." Kazami Yuya decisively stated his identity, lest Karasawa get excited and start to run away, which would be really difficult to catch. He pushed up his glasses and said, "Let's get to know each other again. . The Police Department of the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Department added, Feng Jian Yuya."

"Public security..." Tang Ze put away his tense defensive posture and repeated doubtfully, "Are you a public security officer?"

"That's right." Kazami Yuya praised his quick wit and continued calmly, "There are great doubts about your case, and we suspect that there is serious malfeasance in it. Don't talk about it here yet. Get in the car with me."

Okay, that's a nice touch. Tang Ze likes this kind of face-saving drama.

So he adjusted his mood and got into Yuya Kazami's car with a slightly defensive and hesitant pace.

After confirming that Karasawa was seated, Feng Jian Yuya immediately locked the car door and locked it tightly. Inexplicably, he felt as safe as throwing the wild cat with its teeth and claws into the cat cage.

Otherwise, go back and suggest to Mr. Furitani that you apply for an electronic shackle for bail prisoners. This guy is really capable of causing trouble.

Unfortunately, this kind of attitude of staring at criminals will inevitably make Tang Ze develop a rebellious mentality, and Mr. Fangtani may find it difficult to agree.

Kazami Yuya felt a little regretful and turned the key to start the car.

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When Karasawa was brought into the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan's reasoning was in full swing.

"The person who planted the bomb is you, Mr. Takeshita!" Conan shouted this into his tie, grinding his molars before continuing, "The Mantendo Company briefcase found at the scene has the company logo on it. It is bent outward, which means that the explosive is not on the outside, but on the inside of the bag!"

Police Department Megure looked back at Takeshita Yunobu, who was squatting with his head in his arms, and said seriously: "Then, was he the one who handed the briefcase to the deceased?"

"No, the person who handed the bag to the deceased was Mr. Hideaki Nakajima, who had a secret deal with the deceased. Am I right, Mr. Nakajima?"

"Deal?" Megure Police Department turned its attention to Hideaki Nakajima.

"Yes. The bag that the deceased took out from the storage area was number 98, and the bag Mr. Nakajima took just now was number 124. The three of you jumped in line and deposited the items among our group. It should be 97- Number 99 is correct. So you completed a secret transaction with the deceased by exchanging storage cards with him."

At this point in Conan's review, I feel like my fists have become hard again. Tequila, Nakajima Hideaki, and Takeshita Yunobu, I really don't know who is the bad guy, and how could such an oolong happen by accident.

The real bad guy he ignored might be himself. Conan squeezed his bow tie's fingers very hard, but continued his analysis in a calm tone.

"But the deceased did not expect that what he got was not Mr. Nakajima's storage plate, but Mr. Takeshita's number plate, which had already exchanged his own number plate with Mr. Nakajima's in advance, and stored a whole box of explosives!"

Conan poked his head out from behind the pillar, looked at Nakajima Hideaki, whose expression suddenly changed, and said coldly: "Tell me the truth, Mr. Nakajima, who is the deceased, and what deal did you make with him?"