The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Tang Zejun said he wanted to ask the names of the two prisoners? Why?"

Just after a round of interrogation, Sato Miwako, who was silently looking at the transcript, heard Takagi Wataru's question and was a little unable to recover.

It is easy to understand when asking them about the criminal's motive. Whether you are a detective or a curious child, it is common to want to know the causes and consequences of participating in a case. The criminal police are also used to dealing with such people.

But when it comes to the specific name of the prisoner, there are some...

Takagi Wataru scratched his head, his expression inevitably awkward: "Well, Tang Zejun said that after hearing the criminal's motive for the crime, those children wanted to write the names of these two people on the Phantom Thief channel..."

Obviously all the prisoners have been caught, but they are about to be sanctioned for illegal possession of guns and cessation of crimes. They also have to write their names. This is a disguised way of showing that they cannot understand what is going on with these two lunatics. mean.

Miwako Sato slapped her forehead helplessly.

Well, she also felt that the mental state of the two prisoners was not right.

They had already made up their minds to commit a crime, so how could they break their guard just because of a TV station event?

If you break the defense, break the defense. It is true that guys who are strong enough can make money by taking the right path. Taking risks and choosing such a punishing way to make money has shown in disguise that they are people who cannot adapt to the normal social order. Mental fragility can also be regarded as a flaw. A sort of.

But blaming all the repercussions of this failure on the TV station that prevented them from committing the crime is somewhat out of ideas, even if it is just an excuse to vent their emotions.

"Okay, if they insist. Anyway, if they send it back for inspection, the public documents will be published." Miwako Sato convinced herself, took out her mobile phone and called up Karasawa's contact address, and started editing the email, "But Then again, it still feels weird for a group of kids to openly say in front of the police that they want to give the criminal’s name to the Phantom Thief.”

"Will, will you?" Takagi Sheba looked away guiltily.

Miwako Sato narrowed her eyes when she realized something: "...Why, have you done this kind of thing before?"

"Well..." Gao Mushe rubbed the tip of his pen twice, not embarrassed to say it.

It's not just him, in fact many colleagues in the police station will go to the website to post a relevant post when they encounter various difficulties during interrogation.

It's not that they rely on the power of the Phantom Thieves to help them pry open the mouths of these people. The starting point for doing this is more of a ritual feeling like praying for blessings.

After all, a guy who has been cooked by a phantom thief is like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube when writing a record. He knows everything he knows and talks endlessly. He wishes he could steal the eraser from his deskmate in elementary school and start talking about it. Writing it down may not be useful, but it is mainly to express a good wish.

Some people do this, and naturally some people oppose it. Sato Miwako, who has a shrewd and capable personality and is accustomed to not asking for help in everything, is one of the people who doesn't like doing this kind of thing.

Facing Sato Miwako's eyes that slowly narrowed, Takagi Wataru looked around, quickly ran to the fax machine, and said without saying anything: "Ah, there is a fax, maybe there is some notice..."

Picking up the warm paper newly spit out by the fax machine, when he read the words above clearly, Takagi Wataru couldn't help but pause at the words in his mouth.

Seeing that he looked uncomfortable, Sato Miwako also came over.

This is a completely printed document, with three or four lines of words sparsely typed on the entire A4 page.

"At the upcoming celebration parade of Tokyo Aoyama Team today,

Maybe something interesting will happen

Please look forward to it"

"Sato..." Takagi Wataru, who smelled something amiss from this short large-character document, hurriedly looked at Sato Miwako beside him as if asking for help.

Sato Miwako snatched the document from his hand and stared at the words above.

It couldn't be called a special layout, and there was neither a letter nor a signature, but it made her feel an uneasy omen, so that the alarm in her head kept buzzing.

"Go find Officer Megure, there might be a problem with the afternoon parade!"

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"In the end, family members still didn't have any privileges to participate in the parade, so they had to crowd in with other spectators."

Moto Kojima complained dissatisfiedly as his view was blocked by a wall of people because of his height.

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's a celebration parade that was decided at the last minute. There aren't that many vehicles for easy deployment." Conan shrugged with his hands in his pockets. "Actually, it's better to watch TV directly. The cameras in the car are farther away than anyone else." All close.”

He waved his hand to fan away the colored paper that was about to float to his glasses, but he didn't feel dissatisfied.

This is basically the case at any event. The main thing you pursue is a sense of atmosphere. If you want a good viewing field, you might as well go home and watch live TV.

"Okay, at least we got a lot of signatures this time, right?!" Still holding the paper bag containing the jersey in her arms, Ayumi was still very excited.

Although the family and friends seats can't bring any other benefits, at least they get the opportunity to meet the players up close after the game.

Including Conan, everyone got the autographs they wanted from the players of Tokyo Aoyama Team - except for Naoki Uemura who was a little embarrassed to recognize Karasawa and Conan, the experience of the game was quite good.

"You can watch the replay of the live broadcast on TV, but you can't come to the scene for the second time. Didn't you bring a camera here specifically? It would be meaningful to take a video of the event." Tang Ze patted the little heads around him one by one like patting a watermelon, and his peripheral vision was surrounded by the crowd not far away.

Over there, surrounded by the field of vision, the other members of the Phantom Thieves stood shoulder to shoulder, surrounding the tall and strong Matsuda Jinpei.

Asai Narumi was still wearing the dress she wore on the court, and the other two female members were wearing heavy makeup to cover their facial features. The scent of cosmetics kept drilling into his nose, making him feel very embarrassed.

He had no choice but to tilt his head and squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "Hey, if you are like this, even if the bomber is really mixed in the crowd, I won't be able to catch him in time."

"Why chase him?" Shimabukuro Kimie, who was wearing colorful sunglasses on her face, tapped the temples with her long nails, "The focus now is not only to catch this bastard himself, but also to prove his relationship with the previous two cases."

"Just like what the police did in the stadium." Asai Narimi also pushed his sunglasses, "Catch the criminal in the act."

If they just want to find an accurate candidate, there is no reason why Tang Ze, who has already found the location of the opponent's palace, can't catch this guy himself. He didn't do so because the timing was not right.

If they can't find definite evidence and clues, and just control the person, it would be better for them to just do something dirty and kill the person, otherwise the hidden danger cannot be eliminated at all.

Matsuda Jinpei frowned in disapproval: "This is a large-scale parade. He chose this place to start the attack because he saw the flow of people and the topic of the topic here, and wanted to create a panic atmosphere. How can we ensure that no one will be injured?"

It is clear that a bomber has set his sights on this street. From Matsuda Jinpei's perspective, he cannot accept it if he stands aside and watches for the so-called collection of evidence.

No one knows the damage caused by the bomb better than him.

"So, we need professionals." Zhu Fu Jingguang patted Matsuda Jinpei's tense arms, "Leave it to you, Matsuda."

He could see that because of the rapid change in the situation, Matsuda Jinpei, who was still digesting the information, had not been able to let down his guard completely.

For him, Matsuda must have trusted him very much, but it was hard to say about the teammates who appeared around him.

The teamwork that Matsuda Jinpei was good at was built on the basis of sufficient running-in and familiarity. It was too difficult for him to reach a consensus and friendly cooperation with strangers for a certain case.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang's face and exhaled.

He had seen what Keiko Morifushi looked like after his "transformation" and knew that it was actually a safer option to directly take out the white-haired look and disguise himself like the surrounding Phantom Thieves rather than cover his face with a hood.

The reason why he still acted in his own appearance was mainly because of his mood. Obviously, Keiko Morifushi did not want to be overly nervous or anxious.

Jinpei Matsuda took a deep breath and poked Asai Narimi's arm.

"Do you still have the medicine from before? Please give me some more. I still feel a little dizzy now."

The Phantom Thieves who did not take the normal route to buy tickets to enter the stadium must have also walked through the cognitive world when leaving the stadium. He was forced to feel the feeling of rapid motion sickness again.

In addition to Keiko Morifushi's unscrupulous posture and style in the cognitive world, he felt that he could vomit a few mouthfuls of acid water immediately even though he had not eaten anything since he woke up.

Asai Narimi did not refuse his request, but just glanced at Tang Ze, who was standing a few meters away with the chattering elementary school students, and took out a new tube of medicine and handed it to Jinpei Matsuda.

For some unknown reason, the main raw material that can be used to extract cognitive-related drugs is still Tang Ze himself.

For example, the cognitive defense drugs that everyone in the group has are all made by Huiyuan Ai using Tang Ze's serum.

Every time I think of this, I have a psychological barrier to drinking it.

Over there, the elementary school students are still worrying about how to better shoot videos and see the convoy clearly.

"Otherwise, let's find a place with a better view. Standing here, I really can't see anything clearly." After trying twice and failing to squeeze to the fence in the front row, Kojima Genta quickly had other ideas.

His eyes turned around and soon he saw the iron mailbox on the side of the road, and his eyes lit up.

"That should be about the same! And there are so many handles around, it's also convenient to stand on it."

"It seems so."

"Come on, I'll go up and take a look first, hehe..."

When Tang Ze finished his eye contact with his teammates, he turned his head again and saw that the three elementary school students who had let go had climbed up the mailbox and began to stagger and try to look at the convoy in the crowd.

"It's still a little short. I can see the car, but I can't see the people above clearly."

"I'll just use the video camera to record it. Genta, lie down a little and lift me up a little more...!"

"These guys..." Conan turned around with him and saw that the three naughty kids had already started to pile up on the public facilities as if no one was around. He could only move over to stop them with a speechless face.

Let's not talk about the safety of climbing up, the weight of the three children is definitely as heavy as an adult, not to mention the fat boy Kojima Genta.

Judging from the physical defense attributes of the three of them, it is unlikely that they will be damaged if they fall. If someone steps on a municipal facility and crushes it, they will have to pay compensation...

"Oh, you can see it now!" After adjusting the focus of the camera, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya became excited, "It's Aying and Naoki's car, they have passed the corner!"

As the absolute core figures of today's game, Hideo Akagi and Naoki Uemura, who brought the team the honor they missed for three years, are undoubtedly the most eye-catching protagonists of the celebration. The two people were arranged on the last vehicle of the motorcade, fully demonstrating the football performance. The team's emphasis on ace.

"It seems like he's waving to us!"

"Really? Really? I want to see it too!"

"You guys, come down." Tang Ze crossed his arms and walked over, "Didn't I promise you that after this period they will change to a double-decker bus, can you let you go with the float? Not here Playing tricks.”

"But……"

"No, how could you guys climb so high? How dangerous it is."

Without waiting for the naughty children who were reluctant to come down to protest, a female voice directly intervened in their conversation.

"And if it is damaged by any chance, the surveillance video at the intersection will show it clearly."

Kojima Mota looked blankly at the blonde woman who was approaching with her arms akimbo, and while crawling down guiltily, he muttered in a low voice: "It's just a little step, it doesn't matter."

"Children, please be good. If you disobey, you will be arrested." The blond woman wearing sunglasses casually pulled off the wig on her head, bent down and tapped the noses of the three children, "Why do you just Why can’t you be more peaceful like Conan and Xiao Ai?”

"Sister Sato?" Yoshida Ayumi opened her eyes wide, "It's you again."

"What do you mean it's me again?" Sato Miwako looked over sideways, "I should be the one to ask this, why is it you again?"

"The game is over, the Aoyama team has won, let's watch the parade." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya said very confidently, "The police haven't gotten off work yet...or, what happened again?"

In every final, the TV cameraman goes crazy, and it would not be surprising if something new happens in the subsequent parade.

"It can't be said that something happened..." Sato Miwako waved her hand.

"Hey, Miwako! Are you here to go on a date with Takagi?"

Miwako Sato heard a familiar voice, turned her head and saw Yumi Miyamoto sitting in the passenger seat wearing a traffic police uniform, rolling down the window and waving teasingly at her.

"Yumi, you are the ones escorting the parade today." Sato Miwako was not surprised at all by the appearance of her best friend.

Blocking a street for a parade without the traffic police's timely clearing of traffic will affect the entire main road.

"Yes, I'm still working. Isn't it pretty cool that you two don't forget to dress up and go on a secret date when you're on duty?" Yumi Miyamoto gave a thumbs up, highly praising their ability to play.

The three elementary school students suddenly realized, and then approached Miwako Sato.

"So that's it. Isn't this not doing your job properly? You still have the nerve to criticize us."

"If you don't work hard and secretly dress up to watch activities, the detective is quite leisurely."

"It feels like Japan's future is over."

Miwako Sato clenched her fists: "You guys..."

She raised her head and was about to clarify her work situation and explain the fax received by the police station. Her eyes focused on the crowd in front of her, and her expression suddenly froze.

"...Miwako, Miwako?" Yumi Miyamoto saw that her best friend, whose back was facing her, suddenly stopped standing still, and couldn't help calling out.

Rensaburo Shiratori, who came from the other side of the street, was a little frozen when he saw the scene. He adjusted the hat on his head and came over to try to help Sato Miwako: "We need it for work..."

However, Sato Miwako, who was originally standing in front of several people, suddenly pushed away the approaching Shiratori, completely ignoring the shouts of several people around her, and sprinted towards the crowd.

"Hey, Sato!"

"Sister Sato!"

All the sounds were infinitely elongated and far away in her ears. Sato Miwako was all focused on the front and couldn't care less about the reactions of others.

Her eyes were fixed on the back of a man in a suit with black curly hair among the crowd.

The man seemed to be talking to the people around him. He turned his head slightly, revealing one ear and the temple of the sunglasses on it.

A slightly chiseled mandibular angle, and a slightly bent back when the other person talks.

With the current distance and ability to distinguish features, it would be difficult for even the most familiar person to confirm the other person's identity, but inexplicable emotions lingered in her heart. Sato Miwako couldn't help but blurt out the name on her lips as she ran.

"Matsuda...!"

The man standing in the crowd seemed to hear her voice. He raised his chin and seemed ready to turn his head back.

At this moment, the crowd burst into loud cheers.

The car in which Hero Akagi was riding arrived at their location.

"Aying! Aying!"

"Naoki! Naoki!"

The crowd shouting the names of the heroes crazily surged forward in the direction of the convoy, covering Sato Miwako's sight like a wave.

Her shouts were drowned in the thundering cheers, like water droplets falling into the waves, and there was no trace of them again.

When the figure disappeared from her sight, Sato Miwako felt the panic again. A fear that her heart was tightly gripped made her not care about anything else. She just wanted to struggle through the wall of people in front of her and carefully confirm who the person in front of her was. Confirm that it was not her illusion.

However, when she walked over with difficulty, it was like a beach hit by waves. The audience standing there was almost completely replaced. The shadow that made her fingertips tremble was no longer seen.

Sato Miwako stood there blankly, with a blank expression on her face.