The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Standing in front of a vehicle that had been treated with a special fire extinguisher and was still smoking, Shiratori Rensaburo, who looked frightened, was surrounded by several colleagues to confirm the situation.

"It's unclear whether the previous explosion during the parade was aimed at the police, but this time it was definitely aimed at the police." Looking at the rolling black smoke, Conan's expression was very serious.

This is an explosive that has been scheduled for a long time.

Taking into account the development of today's case, if there is no accident like the Phantom Thieves, at 12 noon, even if Shiratori Rensaburo has not yet sat in the car, the search class that needs to set off to check other bombs will also gather in this parking lot.

A car bomb that suddenly explodes when no one is prepared can cause more casualties than simply killing and injuring the passengers.

"What a despicable guy." Haihara Ai looked at the car and frowned as well, "Is this the car that Officer Shiratori drove to the parade today?"

Under normal circumstances, if you need to go out on duty for a mission, you will be more likely to drive a police car to deal with emergencies.

Precisely because they did not want to expose their identities, the police officers from the First Search Section came to the scene in disguise, and naturally they could not drive police cars.

This shows that regardless of whether Takagi's vehicle explosion was intentional by the prisoner, he was using the explosion to attract other people's attention, and he recognized Shiratori during that time, and then in his Bombs were planted in the vehicles and notes were posted.

Shiratori Rensaburo drove a car loaded with high-energy bombs back to the police station without realizing it. Just imagining and describing this incident is enough to make people shudder.

Conan was about to echo, but a voice on the other side answered the question before him.

"This, despicable bastard..."

"...Officer Sato?" Conan turned his head and saw Sato Miwako, who had taken the note from his hand, looking ashen.

The fragile A4 paper was held tightly in her hands, causing many wrinkles.

She was in a very uneasy mood.

Every sentence and every word on this piece of paper flew before her eyes, overlapping with the words on another piece of paper, almost overwhelming her emotions.

"Officer Megure!" Behind them, another policeman from the First Search Section quickly ran out of the Metropolitan Police Department building and ran towards the gathered crowd, "New news, all police stations under the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Police Department are At 12 o'clock, I received the same note as the one found on Shiratori's car!"

"What?" Mumu Shisan, who was confirming the information on the scene, suddenly turned around, "Could it be that it was really seven years ago and three years ago..."

"There is no doubt that it's him!" Sato Miwako's voice suddenly rose, and she said firmly in a tone of gnashing of teeth and hatred, "It's definitely that guy!"

If the case seven years ago was the beginning of everything, and it is not enough to summarize the prisoner's behavioral pattern, then the deliberate persecution against the police three years ago can fully represent the other party's behavior style.

This is an unrepentant bastard who is full of ill will towards the police community.

"In the case three years ago, the media only published the beginning of the fax. The specific circumstances of the case, including Matsuda's full name, are all undisclosed information." Sato Miwako's face was very cold, "Can I imitate It is impossible for a person of this level to be the imitator he was that morning.”

"Sato, I understand your emotions, but..."

"Officer Megure!" Sato Miwako, who was clutching the paper in her hand, raised her head and stared at Megure Thirteen and other colleagues who knew what happened with a firm and unquestionable look.

"Let me go investigate, I must find this bastard..."

Matsuda...I must, must...

She was still fighting for permission to participate in the investigation, and her mind had already begun to replay the fax that took the life of Matsuda Jinpei three years ago like a reminder.

"I am a Knight of the Round Table.

To all you ignorant and cunning police officers, at noon today..."

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"Well……"

Sensing the paused steps of the person behind him, Karasawa turned around and looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who was covering his heart and frowning in silence.

"What's wrong, Mr. Police? Did you see too many uncomfortable things and feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

When he said this, Karasawa looked at the target on the right out of the corner of his eye.

Like the mini-games found in every amusement park, this palace, which was born from Yoji Motohashi’s inner evil thoughts, is also full of various mini-games, mechanisms and rides.

What is different is that the layout and theme of the entire park are basically related to the police, and the uncontrollable murderous thoughts and evil are almost flowing out.

For example, the target on his right is used to play darts.

Human-shaped targets are a bit exaggerated, but they are not unheard of - there are a lot of gin target stands in Akai Shuichi's palace, and Karasawa even made one and put it in the villa - but Dai Wearing a police hat, with his face torn apart and painted with bloody marks, it made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

Not to mention, he is not only aggressive, but also has a playful and malicious tendency.

The most important passage in this hall is blocked by several large facilities. If you want to pass it, you must pass five levels and kill six generals. You must experience these facilities one by one before you can go to the next one in the direction of the exit.

In the center of the park is an extremely exaggerated Ferris wheel.

According to Tang Ze and Noah's detection results, the secret treasure is on that one as expected.

It seems that although Matsuda Jinpei's tenacity and fearlessness did not allow the murderer to succeed in his greatest attempt three years ago, this guy is very proud of himself for easily manipulating Matsuda Jinpei's life.

If you want to go to the Ferris wheel, you have to pass these facilities one by one, but if you want to enter the facilities, you need to give tickets and tokens.

These props can only be played through small games, just like the target in front of you.

Tang Ze picked up a dart on the stall and threw it steadily at the target.

The red and black dart hit the center of the bull's eye accurately, and then the target that looked like a seriously injured policeman actually bleed at the position where he hit it.

The target with blood flowing fell down, and the sound effect of celebration sounded on the stall, and several round tokens rolled down and fell on the tablecloth in front of him.

Tang Ze picked up a token and looked at it carefully.

Slightly different from the tokens given in the previous game, this token happened to be printed with Matsuda Jinpei's ID photo.

The one used by the media to publish obituaries in the news.

"He really hates you and is very proud of you." Tang Ze shrugged his shoulders as he handed the token representing concentrated malice to Matsuda Jinpei, "This is a guy who deserves to die. Even if he is not in collusion with the organization, I really want to..."

Tang Ze did not continue to say the rest of the words, but just made a gun gesture, pointed at the sign representing the stall owner on the stall, and made a shooting gesture.

Tang Ze, who has never regretted his career choice in his two lives, really finds it difficult to tolerate this kind of thing.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at himself on the plastic token for a moment, and put it in his pocket expressionlessly.

He did not respond to Tang Ze's question, walked forward, and picked up a dart from the tablecloth of the dart booth.

Then he turned around and threw it at the round object like an eyeball on the treetop on the other side without hesitation.

The round, fruit-like thing made a crisp sound when it was hit by the dart, and then exploded into a ball of sparks.

The color of the light around the stall changed, and a beam of red spotlight covered Tang Ze's position from top to bottom.

This is the battle after being discovered.

This eyeball-like thing seems to be a mechanism in this hall to monitor the visitors, almost acting as a camera.

If it is not removed, a steady stream of shadows will continue to harass them while they are playing the mini-game. However, if it is removed directly, as it is now, it will be discovered by the surrounding shadows instantly due to the full alert value, which plays a role of range ridicule.

It can only be said that the owner of the hall, Yoji Motobashi, is also not in a stable mental state. Not only is the alert value high, but the aggressiveness has long been full.

If Tang Ze was not a full-level graduated thief, he would never dare to come here alone.

Looking at the shadows slowly surrounding him, Tang Ze raised his hand, protected Matsuda Jinpei behind him, and pressed his eye mask.

Behind him, a double-sword warrior wearing red armor flashed.

Before the shadows wearing clown masks approached, Tang Ze raised his hand first.

With the blessing of many opening buffs, the wave-like sword energy spread out in all directions, and the fierce 8 physical attacks directly shattered the shells of all the shadows.

In the interval between the start of the battle, Tang Ze finally heard the voice squeezed out from the teeth of Matsuda Jinpei behind him.

"If this is how you want to mobilize my emotions, you did it. I am really very angry, joker."

"Then remember this anger, Mr. Policeman. See the truth!"

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"Hiss...!"

Yoji Motohashi staggered to his feet, holding the wall beside him, and frantically groped his left face with trembling fingers.

His face was already full of sweat, and big tears were falling along the edge of his glasses.

This was not because he was feeling sad or anything else, but because in the hallucination just now, he saw with his own eyes that a bomb hit his left eye directly. The intense pain and burning light made him burst into tears.

Now, even though the hallucination has subsided, the intense pain still remains on his face, making him feel terrified.

He was going crazy, or rather, he was already crazy. He was completely driven crazy by this weird scene that constantly created phantom pain and made him die painfully in hallucinations over and over again.

It was already past 12 o'clock, and his performance notice had been sent out. This should have been the happiest and proudest day of his recent years.

He had made those guys who had experienced his power spend three years in fear, and now it was time to accept the results...

What on earth was going on? !

Was it because today was the date for his performance? !

Impossible, absolutely impossible. Today is obviously a good day for him, an absolutely important day, the opening ceremony of his magnificent performance. He can only feel excited and happy, just like when he sets up the prepared mechanisms in every designed location.

How could he keep seeing terrifying explosion hallucinations just because he was going to make an explosion, and even go so far that he could hardly distinguish between reality and illusion, driving himself crazy? !

Someone wants to harm him, there must be someone who wants to harm him...

Yoji Motohashi's eyes widened, bloodshot eyes moving in panic in his eye sockets, and then suddenly widened even more, his eyes almost popped out of his thin face.

Yes, if someone hurt him, then he, then he could go to a "psychologist"...!

Yoji Motohashi, with trembling fingertips, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number as if he had found a life-saving straw.

"Hello, hello... Doctor, doctor, it's me, Motohashi, save me, I'm being targeted..."

"Stupid, since you know you're being targeted, shut up."

The voice distorted by the voice changer was calm and emotionless, and Yoji Motohashi, who was already sweating, still felt a chill in his back.

He knew he shouldn't make this call. Those guys who bought his works repeatedly reiterated that unless the police had found him and immediately followed the clues to find them, they should not take the initiative to contact them.

But driven by the instinct of survival, Yoji Motohashi could no longer care about so much.

"I was clearly there to help them with 'after-sales' this morning, and then I was targeted! They must have found you, save me, save me quickly...!"

"So, is it the Phantom Thieves of Hearts who dealt with that batch of goods this morning? Well, that's interesting." The voice on the other end of the phone rose slightly, "Okay, I see. We will deal with it, take a pill first, and don't call this number again."

"But——! Hello, hello?!" Yoji Motohashi wanted to continue to say something, but the phone was hung up by the other end without any rejection.

He gritted his teeth, took a few breaths, and his emotions slowly calmed down.

Since the other party already knew who his enemy was, then presumably that group of omnipotent people with unimaginable energy must have a way to deal with the troubles on him.

... Of course, it is also possible to deal with him directly.

Fortunately, the police, who were still being manipulated by him, had not caught any clues about him. The priority now should be to protect his stable source of goods.

Comforting himself in this way, Yoji Motohashi slowly stood up, took out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and stuffed two pills into his mouth.

As the medicine slid into his stomach, Yoji Motohashi felt a little more confident, not knowing whether it was a psychological effect.

The sharp noises around him eased slightly after the phone call was hung up. When Yoji Motohashi walked out of the alley step by step, the noise that had been ringing in his mind for almost an hour finally subsided a little.

Could it be that this medicine can directly deal with the influence of the Phantom Thieves of Heart...

Pondering these questions in his mind, he was guilty and did not dare to continue to go deeper into the alley in front of him. He had to choose the exit on the other side and slowly walked out of the back alley of the store.

The surroundings were quiet, there were no sudden explosions, and no sudden sparks.

Yoji Motohashi paused for a moment tentatively, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that those people would have a plan.

Yoji Motohashi, who was a little relaxed, was about to leave in a big stride, but he saw something flashing in the trash can beside him with a glance.

Yoji Motohashi, who felt something was wrong, focused his attention a little and quickly saw the things in the trash can.

It was the reflection of the glasses.

To be more precise, it was the reflection of the eyeball, or the body part, of a person wearing glasses on the left side.

This was the half of his face that was destroyed by the bomb that exploded five minutes ago.

Yoji Motohashi felt a terrible pain on his face, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Ah--!!!"

Asai Narimi, who was standing on the other side of the road, leaning against the wall and playing Bubble Hall, rubbed his ears and held the headphones a little further away.

Is it quite loud when you scream, this pervert?

"It sounds like that organization has prepared some means to deal with us." Putting on the headphones again, Asai Narimi said softly.

"It's a pity that they can't even touch our heels now." Miyano Akemi sneered softly, listening to the distorted screams of Yoji Motobashi in the headphones.

Yoji Motobashi screamed and dialed the phone again regardless of anything, but this time, all the members of the Phantom Thieves following him heard the sweet and hollow tone of the phone indicating that the number was not in service.

There is no doubt that Yoji Motobashi, who had been targeted by them, was abandoned by those people after confirming that he could not escape the encirclement of the Phantom Thieves.