The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"The gangsters used plastic bombs, and the detonating device was a timer... Although in many details, this case is different from a case three years ago, but now it is very likely that the gangsters' target is also the police... "

Inside the cordon, Mumu Shisan took the reports sent by many subordinates and began to describe the case to the police officers who were conducting on-site inspections.

When Haibara Ai, who placed Hoshikawa Teru on the bench, came back, she saw a serious-looking Conan holding a mobile phone and walking in the completely opposite direction to the scene.

"What's wrong, Kudo, don't you agree with the police's investigation results this time?" Haibara whined, stopping Conan who was bowing his head and saying nothing, and looked at Hoshikawa Teru, who was bowing his head and saying nothing.

Kudo cannot be allowed to get too close to him. Hoshikawa Teru can deceive the detective for a while, but it is still very difficult to completely avoid revealing any flaws.

"I really don't agree." Conan took the time to look up at her and shook his head. "The person in charge of this case is definitely not the prisoner from three years ago. He is more likely to be a copycat."

"Very confident."

"Well, after all, the behavior pattern is completely different." After sending the email in his hand, Conan analyzed it carefully, "Officer Sato and the others talked about this case with us before. At the request of, uh, someone, I did it for him. I did some analysis.”

Hui Yuan Ai, who had seen Noah's records with his own eyes, raised his eyebrows and was noncommittal.

She guessed who Conan was messaging.

"This case should be the new target of the Phantom Thieves of the Heart." Sure enough, Conan's next sentence directly revealed, "The characteristics of the guy who detonated Officer Takagi's vehicle are completely inconsistent with all aspects."

If he had not been exposed to the series of serial bombings that lasted for seven years, he might not be able to draw a definite conclusion, but his views were based on his own reasoning and the information he had come into contact with.

"Seven years ago, when the criminal committed his first crime, he and his accomplices tried to blackmail the police with bomb threats. The two of them planted bombs in two different apartment buildings to extort a huge ransom. During the negotiations During the bomb disposal process, due to some misunderstandings, one of the prisoners died accidentally while escaping. As a result, the other person concluded that the police deliberately created a trap that killed his companion, and immediately activated the one that had not yet been dismantled. A bomb..." Conan said here and paused briefly.

It resulted in the death of a police officer who was conducting bomb disposal operations.

Skipping this heavy part, Conan continued: "The prisoner seemed to have a grudge against the police, and three years ago, he caused another bombing."

"Hey, is this like this? It's too much..." Yoshida Ayumi, who had already come to their side at some point, frowned, "This is just to express anger!"

"No, it's more madness than venting anger." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya curled his lips, crossing his arms. "They made the bomb themselves first, tried to use the safety of the residents to extort money, and started committing crimes, okay? What, is it a crime? Is it something cost-free and risk-free?”

If you choose to take risks for the sake of profit, you should be prepared to bear the consequences. Why does this prisoner act like the police are at fault...

Conan looked at their expressions and couldn't help but laugh: "Maybe, he really thinks he is not wrong. In fact, most criminals in the world think they are good people."

After being arrested and found out, most of them will try their best to prove that they are not wrong and that they are just small mistakes.

For example, the prisoner in this case, whether he really thought so or used the death of his accomplice as an excuse, at least in the name of convincing himself, he was a "brave man" who launched revenge against the police.

"So, what you want to say is that the bomb that attacked Officer Takagi had a different criminal purpose than the criminal?" Haibara Ai somewhat understood what Conan meant.

"Yes. This prisoner has killed two police officers, but his purpose has never been to 'kill the police', but to try to 'destroy the reputation of the police.' He wants to use the lives of more people to prove his point. Wrong, it proves that the police are 'despicable'." After following this logic, Conan shook his head because of the absurdity, but continued to analyze, "He would not kill Officer Takagi directly, then he would become a 'bad guy'. "

With both a childish and arrogant way of thinking, this prisoner acts like an unreasonable child trying to get others to act as he wishes.

It just so happens that this "child" holds in his hands a weapon that can take away the lives of many people.

"But the explosion that just happened was aimed at killing Officer Takagi."

"It's so bad..." Yoshida Ayumi looked at the car shells scattered all over the ground due to the explosion in the cordon, and tightened her cuffs.

"It's hard to say which one is worse." Hui Yuan Ai shook his head.

"But I just heard from Officer Megure that the remains of the bomb found at the scene have been proven to be very close to the bomb three years ago." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya held his chin, thinking hard, "Why is this? Or, Do bombers have any relationship as teachers and students?”

"It's hard to say, maybe that person is selling the bombs he made." Kojima Genta rubbed the back of his head and complained softly, "Just like that, that, Moritani Teiji."

As a bomber who also attracted the attention of the whole city, Moritani Teiji's glorious deeds were based on what he would never do.

He stole a batch of high explosives from the gunpowder depot through underground trading channels.

It has been seven years since the crime began. The bomber needs to improve his skills, keep learning and researching. He has to eat, right?

Hearing the sound of two beeps from his phone, Conan quickly took out his phone to confirm, and then his mouth curled up.

"It is also possible..." He showed the email page, "He has found a new partner for himself."

Or, this time, the fuse in his design has changed from a physical bomb to the roving bomber himself.

[Guessed right. He has found his "first bomb" again.

Joker】

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"The criminal is a person who pays great attention to responsiveness. This is not surprising in itself. Mentally ill criminals always have a sense of ritual." Tang Ze put away his phone and shrugged at Matsuda Jinpei beside him. "Seven years ago, he designed two bombs, one difficult and one easy, to insure his blackmail. And his team configuration also follows this logic."

So after the "less difficult" "first bomb", that is, the unlucky guy who died seven years ago, he became the "real killer" that was detonated immediately afterwards.

After that, he did not look for similar partners for himself.

Maybe he didn't want to find one, or maybe he couldn't find one. He might think he could do it alone.

"But because of some influence, maybe this website, this guy's ambition must have been further magnified. So this time, he found another "detonator" for himself." Tang Ze analyzed, "So once this detonator is uprooted..."

"He will have another attack." Matsuda Jinpei narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the alley exit.

There, the stopped parade was jammed there to evacuate, and the noisy crowd was still in a commotion because of the development of the situation.

Going forward from here, you will enter the road section that the original convoy needed to pass, which is now blocked due to an emergency.

"If these two cases did not intersect, I think the police's explosive disposal personnel could solve them. However, they are now from your old rival, Mr. Matsuda."

Tang Ze shrugged, and his playful attitude made Matsuda Jinpei unable to confirm for a while whether he was going to the bomber or the police.

When I met this white-haired boy in the morning, his attitude was still relatively mild, even a little careless.

Something angered this guy.

Is it that website?

Matsuda Jinpei judged the current state of this temporary teammate in his heart, nodded calmly, and took the heavy toolbox from him.

Reflexively touching the cigarette box in his pocket, Matsuda Jinpei lowered his head to look at the brand new toolbox in his hand, and then looked at Joker who was standing leisurely in front of him, not looking like he was about to leave, and retracted his hand regretfully.

When he needed to concentrate, he was still more accustomed to lighting a cigarette, but he was not so lacking in public morality as to smoke in front of minors.

"Then I'll leave it to you." As if he had expected it, Tang Ze felt in his pocket, pulled out a lollipop, and handed it to Matsuda Jinpei.

It was the same style as Akai Shuichi, which should be suitable for old smokers like them, he guessed.

Matsuda Jinpei was speechless for a moment, and had to take it in his hand as well.

What kind of brain circuits do these weird guys in the Phantom Thieves have? At this time, instead of giving people lollipops, shouldn't they just avoid it themselves? It's just right to stay away from explosives and ensure their own safety.

Squatting there with a lollipop in his mouth to defuse the bomb, isn't this picture funny?

"Jing said you have made plans for that person. Is there something I can't see?" Before walking out of the alley and into the sunlight, Matsuda Jinpei asked cautiously.

It's definitely not a bad thing to be alive, but he hasn't figured out what the relationship between Morobushi Jingguang and these people is, and he still has doubts about Furuya Rei's situation.

In the current situation, whether it is because the doubts about him have not been resolved, so someone is sent to monitor him, it still needs further observation.

I hope these guys didn't really use their power to do anything too outrageous...

"Don't worry. We are not the kind of people who are greedy for money." Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's just that there is no need for you to participate in the battle over there for the time being."

"You mean, that world?"

"Hmm. Carnival, theme park, what a childlike person, reminds me of an old friend. Since he is such a naughty child, let him have an interesting dream."

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"Matsuda, Matsuda——"

Yoji Motohashi, who was mixed in the crowd and tried to smell the familiar smell of gunpowder, heard this voice, and the originally happy expression on his face changed slightly, and he looked in the direction of the call almost fiercely.

Matsuda is not a rare surname, and he knows many people with this surname, but today, he doesn't like this name.

For Motohashi, it is annoying to have his plans interrupted again and again.

He didn't know the full name of the policeman who would rather sacrifice his life than oppose him, but he had seen the memorial service from afar and heard a cold description of this man on the news.

Holding a lofty heroic dream, he died alone dozens of meters in the air, in exchange for a flat and cold description of three sentences on the evening news...

Really, is being a policeman such a great job? You are playing with your life, idiot.

In the direction he looked, a tall woman with short black hair stood there, and kept shouting this name to the people around her, as if she had lost contact with people.

Although the figure of the back figure was not very good, inexplicably, Motohashi felt that this woman was probably good-looking.

She looked a bit like the policewoman who was shouting at the top of her lungs under the Ferris wheel three years ago.

Perhaps it was the deep malice awakened by this surname, or perhaps it was the memory of the past induced by this back figure, Motohashi Yoji couldn't help but clenched his fists twice, pressing the small remote control.

He did sell the things, and the time and place were also what he asked for.

Anyway, the people who buy things don't really care where the things are used or who is killed. They just want to create as many casualties as possible to attract attention, echo the explosion three years ago, and completely divert the police's attention. It would be best if all the police could run around chasing the explosion site to leave enough space for their robbery.

Knowing that they are just part of his smoke bomb and understanding their purpose, Yoji Motobashi still came to this noisy place like he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He made the fuse himself, so he should light it himself.

It would be best not only to completely attract the attention of the police, but also to let them follow the clues and catch these smart guys.

Robbing the cash at the post office is such a big thing. I'm afraid the search section will have to clear out the manpower that can be mobilized and all go to the scene to wait for the criminals, right?

When they return with a full load and their vigilance is at the lowest, a letter from the genuine criminal Motobashi will definitely completely defeat their psychological defenses.

Really, I can't wait to see this scene.

Under the dual effects of excitement and anger, Yoji Motohashi, who was hidden in the crowd, couldn't help but follow the direction of the crowd and slowly approached the woman who was chattering and calling people.

Just put your little gift in her handbag or shopping bag, and then press this button, all these troublesome things will disappear.

A little change can make the world change and rotate at your fingertips. This kind of free and easy pleasure is the charm of explosion.

Thinking of this, Yoji Motohashi gently patted the woman's shoulder with a small force, ready to find a gap and stuff the small ball of plasticine in his sleeve into the right place.

The woman seemed to be very sensitive. The moment he touched her, she turned her head towards him.

And only her head.

Like an owl, the head suddenly turned 180 degrees without warning and headed straight towards Yoji Motohashi.

Before Yoji Motohashi could see her appearance clearly, a string of shrill laughter suddenly came into his ears.

The next second, the woman standing in front of him suddenly exploded.

The scorching flames swept over in an instant, and the huge shock wave of the explosion made Yoji Motohashi feel that his face was melting in the heat and pain.

In the last moment before he lost his vision, he saw a pair of golden eyes, looking straight at him through the flames.

It was a man with black curly hair and a cigarette in his mouth. The tweezers in his hand got closer and closer, and with the sound of the explosion, they pierced into his eyes fiercely.

"Ah--!!!" Yoji Motohashi tried his best and let out a shrill scream.

After screaming, he blinked, and the scene destroyed by the explosion suddenly returned to normal.

The evacuated crowd was still following the guidance of the police, walking slowly along the railings towards the JR station, accepting traffic diversion, and the midday sun shone directly on them, brushing away some of the chill.

Because of his sudden scream, the police who were responsible for guiding the crowd to evacuate, the pedestrians who were crowded and walking ahead, and even the players in the cars that were slowly driving past them, all cast strange glances at him, as if they didn't understand why someone was shouting and acting crazy.

Motohashi Yoji was stunned for a moment, and then took a few deep breaths.

The pain of skin and muscles dissolving in the high temperature still remained on his face, making him instinctively scratch his side face hard, trying to erase this strange itch.

What's going on, this, how...

Why did he see the sudden explosion, and why did he see the deceased policeman.

Is it because of the date?

Impossible, he has never felt guilty for killing a few insignificant policemen, and deep in his heart, he even blamed these people for not cooperating.

If the person who died in the upper position was higher, someone would definitely investigate the cause of the case and dig out the conspiracy between the police and the TV station seven years ago and the bad fishing.

What a useless guy. Motohashi kept thinking.

Over the years, he ate well and slept well, and he had never had a nightmare. The explosion always brought him joy and happiness. How could he fall into negative emotions because of such a thing?

So, what happened just now was...

"Sir, do you need help?" The police standing on the periphery of the crowd seemed to have noticed that Motohashi had stayed there for too long, and they moved closer to him.

Motohashi Yoji suddenly woke up and instinctively took two steps back, ignoring the exclamations and reprimands of the people behind him who were almost stepped on by him. He kept a distance from the police and struggled to get deeper into the crowd.

He still had such a large piece of plastic explosive in his hand. Now that he was caught and questioned by the police, it would be a big problem.

When Yoji Motobashi hurriedly walked past, Asai Narimi, who was standing at the innermost circle of the crowd and moving forward with the help of the isolation fence, blinked his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes slowly dissipated.

He and Shimabukuro Kimie, who was a few steps away, looked at each other across the crowd, nodded to each other, followed the direction Motobashi left, and then slowly followed.

Their abilities are more or less related to their mental state. After confirming that the target is in the cognitive world and the real world, it is not difficult for them to reproduce the various illusions that drove Fudo Kyosuke crazy, and step by step defeat the opponent's mental strength, and then weaken his power in the cognitive world.

The reason why this is rarely done is that there is really no need.

A large part of Fudo Kyosuke's experience at the beginning was because everyone was enraged by the scene in his hall, and they wanted to give this guy an unforgettable nightmare.

And now, they have this need again.

"Are you sure you can simulate the image closest to Matsuda for him?" asked Morobushi Jingguang, who was following them two meters away with a bass bag on his back.

"No problem, the images taken before are very clear." The Noah puppet hidden in his hood replied, "It's well shot, it will definitely scare this bastard to death."

"Take it easy, even the burning of Avici Hell is added directly, be careful that he won't last until three o'clock in the afternoon..."

"It won't burn people to death anyway. Ah, his mental fluctuations are recovering. Lunar, do it again!"

In less than two minutes, another distorted howl came from afar.

All the members of the Phantom Thieves followed this guy who was about to be simmered for three hours and left the streets under martial law little by little.

It was still early, for everyone.