The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Wow, these are some very high-end things that sound very delicious."

"Caviar, foie gras, and so many other delicious things...!"

Mouri Kogoro, who didn't care about greetings at all, or in other words, didn't really care about greetings in the first place, picked up the tray and couldn't care less about other people's eyes. He was completely immersed in the table full of delicacies, turning a blind eye to the sights around him.

Originally, because of what Tokiwa Mio had said to him, he might have lost all friends, let alone business. However, he was a rare person among the guests who didn't feel guilty. Of course, he had enough time to appreciate the delicious food.

"Dad, really, you can't be so exaggerated just because you haven't had dinner." Mao Lilan folded his arms and looked at his father who threw himself into the cups and plates wordlessly, "It's too high-profile to do this."

"Actually, it's not bad..." Conan looked around the entire venue with a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere of this grand event, which was held to celebrate the birthday of the Twin Towers, was subtle and a little weird. Apparently, the Phantom Thieves logo that had been hanging outside the building for several days had affected many people's mentality.

Just relying on their mental state, everyone in the venue can be roughly divided into two factions.

Some people, such as Mouri Kogoro, who had already picked up his fork and devoured his meal, really seemed to be participating in the celebration, or in other words, participating in an ordinary social evening, each holding a glass of wine and whispering to each other, while the other part was trembling, absent-minded, with pale faces and The depressed state left them completely without a social atmosphere.

Among the latter, there are not many people who are particularly obvious. Most of them are more or less out of state and quite uncomfortable.

Sure enough, there are really not many rich people who have no worries in their hearts and hold their heads high.

People related to the organization are afraid that they are about to enter the final stage of their lives after being dealt with by the Phantom Thieves. It is normal for them to be in a bad mood, but looking at the large number of people who are in bad condition, there are many people who feel guilty.

...Oh, by the way, there are a few people whose mental state is particularly advanced.

While scanning, Conan's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the people at the long table on the other side. He silently pointed it out to Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko: "Look, that one is called high-profile."

The two of them looked in the direction he pointed, and Kitagawa Yusuke, wearing a blue kimono with white stripes, was standing there.

He didn't know whether it was Kisaragi Hosui who gave him special instructions, or whether it was because activities such as Moritani Teiji's tea party had given him a wealth of experience. Although the plates in his hand were piled high next to him, He was basically in a hurry, just holding the plate to show off, but his figure was still tall and straight, stuck there like a javelin, with his head held high.

There was nothing wrong with Kitagawa Yusuke's deportment, with a serious but plain expression, chest raised and abdomen drawn in. It was just that the food he kept stuffing into his mouth like water in his hand didn't match his expression very well.

Still eating, still eating, why does it feel like every time I see Yusuke Kitagawa, he is always eating...

"...I don't know why, but I was even relieved to see him still like this." Suzuki Sonoko was not surprised and sighed with her hands on her hips.

Speaking of high emotional intelligence, in addition to appearance, Kitagawa Yusuke's independent logic of doing things is also one of his artist qualities, which makes him stand out among ordinary handsome guys.

In other words, if Kitagawa Yusuke was a guy who cared about other people's opinions, his artistic attainments might not have reached this stage at all.

If Kitagawa Yusuke is someone who suddenly changes his style of doing things because he has made career progress and gained some fame, then it means that she has made a mistake.

"Sorry, this guy looks quite embarrassed, right?" Kisaragi Hosui, who had turned his back and been staring in the direction of Mount Fuji, heard a familiar voice and turned around to see two girls looking in the direction of the embarrassed disciple. Shake his head slightly.

This is not the first time Ruyue Fengshui has seen this young disciple acting like this.

It should be said that he is much more calm and calm now than he was a few days ago, when he said a few polite words without any precautions and prepared to keep his apprentice for a meal.

If Kitagawa Yusuke wasn't really talented, he should have expelled this guy from the school long ago for eating up all the teacher's food reserves in one go.

"Mr. Kisaragi, you are here." The girls, who realized that the old man had been standing here silently for a long time, quickly bowed to say hello.

"Don't pay attention to me. I'm a bad old man. He doesn't notice that it's normal to treat young people." Kisaragi Hosui waved his hand nonchalantly, and in turn nodded to Suzuki Sonoko, "I only found out later when I heard Yusuke say that you He introduced many relevant student aid projects and helped him solve his urgent needs before the competition. Thank you very much for your help.”

"No, no, no...!" Suzuki Sonoko waved her hands quickly and felt a little embarrassed when she caught a glimpse of the plates stacked higher and higher in Kitagawa Yusuke's hand. "It only solved some basic education expenses, so it can't be said that it helped a lot."

It should be said that Kitagawa Yusuke has been eating with the same disregard for life and death since he met him. This would be terrible if the teacher misunderstood that the project she introduced was being treated harshly, and Kitagawa Yusuke couldn't even afford to eat.

"Then the basic education expenses are not there. It's that kid who spends so much money on painting materials." Ruyue Fengshui got angry when he mentioned this, "I use paint as if it's free. I'm not even willing to spend such a huge amount of money on daily practice. It’s a brand that this kid buys more than a dozen boxes at a time. It’s strange that he can still afford it.”

Kisaragi Hosui had also considered the life issues of his disciples, but after a little more care, he discovered that in fact, the money from those scholarship funds and art sponsorships was already quite a lot, but if the money got into the hands of Kitagawa Yusuke, he would He spent a lot of money and put it all into painting expenses.

Ruyue Fengshui had enlightenment at that time.

Kitagawa Yusuke's problem cannot be solved by giving money. If he has any flaw, it's probably his brain.

"However, Kitagawa-kun's reputation among those funds is quite good..."

"Hmph, all the money is spent on painting expenses. There is no chance to find fault, and no review is required. Naturally, it's good."

"This shows that he really devoted himself wholeheartedly to painting..."

"Are you referring to using such expensive paints for all the practice works? It's really a big investment, so I can only sell a little for him quickly. I can't see the money back, and I can't afford to support him."

Suzuki Sonoko and Kisaragi Hosui started chatting about Kitagawa Yusuke. Mao Lilan, who was standing aside, looked at Kisaragi Hosui's expression and raised the corners of his mouth.

Although he said no mercy, Ruyue Fengshui's brows and eyes were more relaxed than the last time they saw him, and the strange and unapproachable stubbornness had dissipated a lot.

I don’t know whether this is because he wanted to open the building to have an impact on his studio, or whether Kitagawa Yusuke’s presence really softened his attitude.

Anyway, it's a good thing.

Mao Lilan, who was happy to see the result, smiled and looked at Kitagawa Yusuke, who had finally ended the battle somewhat. He had eaten enough food for three or four adult men by himself, and wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin.

The waiters who had been waiting nearby for a long time saw that this distinguished guest with a unique painting style had finally calmed down. They swarmed up to him as if they were facing a formidable enemy and cleared the table in front of him, changing dishes when they needed to and removing plates when they needed to.

The expressions on their faces are also weird, slightly revealing the weirdness, and it is only due to their good professionalism that they do not show it directly.

Perhaps in order not to eat too unsightly while lying on the table, Kitagawa Yusuke was very particular about using a plate to transfer each dish and put it aside after eating. So in a short period of time, the table was ready for guests to take. All the plates for the meal fell into his hands alone.

Before the event even started, half a meter of empty plates were piled on the table. If the new guests saw it, they would think something had happened to the banquet.

"Have you coordinated the schedule?" Just as the busy waiters passed by him one by one, a familiar whisper brushed past Tang Ze's ear.

With a calm expression on his face, Karasawa took two steps back, pretending to give way to the waiters, and nodded towards Toru Amuro.

The banquet has not officially started yet, and there are many employees and guests scattered up and down the two buildings at this moment. Detonating a bomb at this time can easily cause casualties and make the situation even more uncontrollable.

So what they originally prepared was to wait until the dinner party started and confirm that people had gathered near the venue. Under the premise of ensuring that the evacuation channels were still safe, they would use the first wave of explosions focused on the servers and computer rooms to drive away everyone in the venue. .

After ensuring that everyone is evacuated, the second wave of detonations will be officially detonated to completely destroy the passages of the buildings on both sides. Multiple sets of detonation points calculated by mechanics will try to destroy the area above the 66th floor as accurately as possible.

Finally, the main part of the building comes next. This tall building rising from the ground will be flattened again overnight.

It should be said that although precise calculations have been made and the process has been simulated repeatedly, using explosions to destroy a building of this height is still extremely risky. If the Joban Group hadn't designated a large area of ​​land for their building, the surrounding buildings would have been destroyed. The square is wide and spacious, adjacent to the golf course, and will not affect the normal residential and commercial areas. There is no way Toru Amuro would agree to such an exaggerated plan.

However, what Karasawa said was correct. If only some floors are detonated, the subsequent safety hazards will only arise in endlessly.

Excessive fire will cause irreversible damage and damage to various building structures. The economic situation of the Joban Group also makes it impossible for them to afford the sky-high maintenance costs. It is better to blow them up directly to avoid causing trouble for everyone.

Having said that, Toru Amuro came to the scene in person and came to the venue to ensure that he could accurately grasp the situation at the scene and not harm innocent people.

Now I came to Karasawa for confirmation. More importantly, I wanted to ask him if the Phantom Thieves would make any unexpected moves. If so, let him know as soon as possible so that he could make changes before he could.

"There's no problem with me." Tang Ze glanced at Ruyue Fengshui, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and squeezed out a breath from the corner of his mouth.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the setting sun was putting away its last rays of light, and the silhouetted Mount Fuji was completely submerged into the chasing night.

Ruyue Fengshui stood in front of this stunning scenery with a relaxed expression, but his eyes no longer looked in the direction of the mountains. Instead, he chatted gently with the girls who were dressed in completely different fashion styles, like an ordinary old man with a kind-hearted look.

It seems that the work over a long period of time has trained his teammates into experienced players. Without him, the Phantom Thieves are still progressing at a good pace.

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"Is it really okay to just let us take it away like this?"

Looking at the endless mountains on the wall being printed on the canvas one by one, forming a scroll that is four to five meters long, recording various layers of Mount Fuji, Asai Narumi was still surprised.

It's not like he has never seen a hall master who is not aggressive.

Such as Karasawa's current boss and guardian, Rei Fukiya, such as Karasawa's brother Akai Shuichi, such as Suzuki Sonoko, who has a gentler attitude, but her appearance is a little more embarrassing...

The temples they own come from their own obsessions formed due to some reasons or the strong desire engraved in their souls. It can only be said that the guys around Tangze are all ruthless people with unique mental states. Entering the winery can Get the prepared kind.

But they had been spending a lot of time in the palace of Ruyue Fengshui. This old man with a stubborn and extreme heart definitely did not belong to the ranks of moderates.

Kisaragi Fengshui stood between the tall attics with a height of 75 floors, looking at the false scenery composed of Mount Fuji outside the building. As the scroll was retracted little by little, it slowly returned to white chaos, with a very expression on his face. It's gentle.

His image in the palace is somewhat similar to his own, but he looks younger than he is in reality. He is dressed like a scholar from the Taisho period, with a suit shirt and a kimono coat with patterns printed on it, which is in line with the public's stereotype of a painter. .

It should be said that the shadowy image of Kisaragi Hosui embodies his recollection and regret for his own golden years, the golden years of Mount Fuji and even Japan, which is very characteristic of the character.

At this moment, the way he looked outside the railing with his hands behind his back was exactly the same as Ruyue Fengshui himself standing in the middle of the venue.

"Take it away. I have been painting Mount Fuji for so many years. Even if I can never see it again, even if I lose it from now on, it cannot be erased in my heart." Kisaragi Fengshui did not look back at these uninvited guests. , just said leisurely, "Let me lose it, maybe I can get back the feeling I felt when I climbed the hill every day and looked at its beauty from a distance."

Asai Narumi repeatedly confirmed that the other party had not torn apart the appearance and exposed the ferocious inner plan, then stepped forward, took the long scroll that had been completely rolled into a scroll with both hands, and returned to his teammates.

"Okay, let's go, thieves. I know I won't be here for a long time. Let me and my Mount Fuji get along for a while." Not sure if it was a pun, Shadow Ruyue Fengshui raised his hand and motioned for the gang to kick. The robber who comes through the door should stop dawdling.

"Thank you very much." Asai Chengmi said sincerely.

Tonight, they were divided into several groups, and they had to wait for new news from Tang Ze at any time. It was really a race against time, and Ruyue Fengshui, who was spontaneous and very cooperative, could save them a lot of time.

"By the way, you guys are in the same group as my cheap apprentice, right?" Shadow Ruyue Fengshui, who did not look back, said in a chatty tone.

"Hmm..." Asai Narumi nodded honestly.

This is the palace of Ruyue Fengshui, and it is not the real world. Even if you recognize it here, it will not affect anything.

"As expected. This brat." Shadow Ruyue Fengshui sighed. He didn't blame anything. He just continued to look at the mist that was gradually coming up and shook his head.

"Then let's say goodbye, old gentleman." Seeing that he showed no signs of anger, Asai Narimi winked at Zhufu Jingguang behind him, quickly took out his mobile phone, and ran towards the safe passage of the venue. .

"Go, go, worldly things are disturbing." Shadow Ruyue Fengshui stood on the high-rise building that was gradually shaking and about to topple, and closed his eyes, "Look at the mountains, they are still mountains, and the water is still water..."

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"Mr. Kisaragi, Mr. Kisaragi?"

Suzuki Sonoko, who had a pleasant conversation with Kisaragi Hosui, suddenly stopped talking when she saw the old man in front of her. She turned her head and looked out the window without saying a word, and called out twice with some worry.

After spending all his life's scenery, Mount Fuji was taken away by industrial and modern landscapes. It was Kisaragi Hosui's heartache. Seeing him suddenly looking at Mount Fuji in silence, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but worry, and reflected on the topic he just talked about.

Did they talk about some keywords that triggered Ruyue Fengshui's nerves? She didn't talk about anything just now. She just asked about the current price of Kitagawa Yusuke's paintings and whether any collectors were interested.

Could it be that he thought that his creation was struggling, and he suddenly fell into the dilemma of an artist?

"……nothing."

Kisaragi Fengshui opened his eyes wide and looked at Mount Fuji, which was gradually wrapped in the violet night sky, with its outline and the white snow on the peak disappearing into the quiet night, and he slowly exhaled.

His eyes were a little moist. The familiar scenery that accompanied him day and night made him feel inexplicably moved and open. The swelling emotions in his chest made him want to shed tears and grab hold of something. Paintbrush, paint whatever you want.

This is a night that belongs to Mount Fuji and a night that belongs to everyone.

"I just think Mount Fuji is so beautiful."

"Hiccup." Tang Ze was about to come closer and comfort Ruyue Fengshui, who was hit hard by his wave of leeks. He couldn't help but burp before he could open his mouth.

Hey, you shouldn't have used up all the dishes just for the sake of the show's effect. You still overestimated yourself and were a little slack.

"Get away from me." Ruyue Fengshui scolded without looking back, "I brought you out to participate in the event like a starving ghost."

Even before he got closer, he could smell the aroma of the food. Ruyue Fengshui, who was feeling emotional and wanted to express some artistic opinions poetically, was very unhappy.

Meeting such a cheap apprentice at this age may be his punishment for teaching classes in order to pay the mortgage for the past few years.

Oh, you deserve it.