The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"A special consultant responsible for solving serial murder cases..."

Hearing Mao Lilan mention this word, Mao Li Kogoro closed the newspaper in his hand and touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.

Mao Lilan, who had just casually chatted with her father about her travel experiences, opened her eyes wide and exchanged a look with Conan.

Toru Adachi, a former policeman with an ambiguous position and a rather uncomfortable behavior, can solve many problems if he can figure out his identity or the purpose of coming to Tokyo.

"What's wrong, Dad, do you have any ideas?"

"Well, did the person you mentioned work as a policeman in the past?" Mouri Kogoro put the newspaper in his hand and asked casually.

"Ah, yes, he seems to have been a policeman before, but he resigned due to some reasons..."

"Then it makes sense that you met that guy in Izu." Mouri Kogoro nodded and quickly relaxed, "Don't be too nervous. I wonder if he has any conflicts with Karasawa or something like that." I guess he was a rescuer captured by the Metropolitan Police's task force."

"Reinforcements?" Conan frowned. Thinking of what he had experienced in Izu, he quickly thought of something. "Did some serial murder case happen in Tokyo, so experts in this field were summoned to help?"

"Absolutely, and it's a large-scale case that involves a very wide range of things. It took a long time and there were many crime locations." Mouri Kogoro shrugged, "He will appear in Izu, probably to investigate one of the crime scenes. ”

"Hey, Dad, you know so clearly because..."

"Because I was also invited." Mouri Kogoro straightened his tie and puffed up his chest with great satisfaction, "My detective skills are quite recognized by the Metropolitan Police Department."

Conan's eyes twitched and he did not answer Mouri Kogoro's narcissistic words.

No wonder Kogoro Mouri would conclude that Toru Adachi must have been a policeman.

If the same series of cases occurs in multiple locations, there will be many administrative units involved.

Criminal cases in Japan follow similar principles to those in many places. The place where the crime occurred or the place of residence of the victim or the murderer can be regarded as the place of residence for those who are responsible for the case.

So in theory, if a murderer commits a crime just to provoke the police, kills a person, dismembers the body, and throws a piece of the body across the country, then in order to solve the case, it will completely develop into requiring police stations all over the country. Send someone over to sit down and have a meeting to discuss the level of detail.

In this case, even if we seek help from forces other than the police to solve the case, since there are too many police departments involved, it is not suitable for unofficial people with no police background to participate.

Mouri Kogoro and Adachi Toru are both widely recognized for their personal abilities and have long-term police work experience, so they are relatively easy to accept helpers.

"So, he went to Izu not only to solve some serial murder case, but also to inspect the scene of the murder case and obtain the files?"

"That's about it. Okay, don't ask any more questions. I can't reveal too many details about a case that is still under investigation..."

After taking the opportunity to show off his new job, Mouri Kogoro adjusted his tie again and picked up the newspaper again.

Just by looking at his proud expression, Mao Lilan could guess his purpose. She rolled her eyes and walked to the room to give Feiying a haircut.

Really, if he is like this, his mother may have given him some praise for this job.

I need to explain to my mother that I may not let my father get so carried away...

Conan's expression was more solemn than that of Mouri Ran, whose focus was on Mouri Kogoro.

If this case is indeed Toru Adachi's purpose in being in Tokyo, what does it mean for the organization?

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"To put it simply, your preliminary investigation conclusion is that... this is a coincidence."

"Yes, almost. If I have to explain it, it's probably bad luck."

Gin pressed his eyebrows and took a deep breath before speaking again.

Hearing Ireland's desperate tone, he now felt more sincerely speechless than pursuing the authenticity of this investigation conclusion.

It wasn't that everything was just a coincidence for Wuyu, but when the other person said this, images of many people actually appeared in Wuyu's mind.

For example, Tequila was unlucky enough to bump into the person he was trading with and was being murdered, and was blown up into a ball of flesh. For example, Pisco was unlucky enough to shoot a paparazzi, and Pisco was directly reported in the newspaper at the moment of the murder... …

Although he knew that the possibility of a small probability occurrence was not zero, but it would be too...

"In short, although Rum has given a lot of investigation directions before, the current conclusion is that the flash memory card will be lost without any conspiracy elements. The murderer should have taken a relatively large size from his bag. "Small items, I picked that card," Ireland said with a numb expression while sitting in front of the computer.

The small friction he had with Kumail previously had chain reactions including but not limited to being sued and having to undergo organizational review again; he was considered to be targeting colleagues and not doing his job properly, and was given a lot of trivial hard work; he owed As a favor, Belmode had to help her with some investigations related to personal grudges...

In fact, the content of the work is essentially the same as the organization's mission, but the fatigue it brings is very severe.

So much so that now he is facing this mission that he was originally called back to Tokyo for, his expression is abnormally numb.

After investigating Bourbon for a long time, the little gain is completely insignificant. Not only did it not shake Bourbon's position, but it seemed to make the other party appreciated, and even further, Kumail is even more heavyweight, and it's like stirring up a hornet's nest by provoking him once.

It's better not to come back. Whoever wants to do this crappy job can do it.

"In other words, the flash card is still in the hands of the murderer of the case. If we want to get it back or destroy it, we must wait until the police solve the case or find the murderer first." Gin concluded.

"I'm afraid there is no other way." Ireland, who would never have a good face for Gin, is now even more cold, "Otherwise, you can call Bourbon and Kumail over. Aren't they detectives? It's okay to find this person and solve it before the police find the murderer."

Gin responded to his broken jar opinion with a sneer.

Do you think Rum didn't try? The problem is that Bourbon, who was working against him, didn't listen at all.

When asked, he just spread his hands and said that he also had a mission and was very busy. This was not his job, and that was another price.

After several rounds of bargaining, Bourbon finally just reluctantly threw out Kumel, and did not intend to let him directly participate in the mission. He just used Kumel's disguised identity to bring a former policeman related to the organization to Tokyo.

Gin felt irritated when he thought of this problem.

The flash card contained nothing else but the people planted by the organization in the police from high to low levels.

The person Kumel brought back to Tokyo was originally one of the pawns mobilized to deal with Tang Ze Zhao, that is, his name was also on the card, and retrieving this card was completely a matter of interest to him.

What it means is that he negotiated with Bourbon for a long time, and in the end Bourbon picked and chose a pawn who should have been used, arranged his identity a little, and kicked the ball back.

These two extravagant and cunning worms...!

Gin, who couldn't tell Ireland about these thoughts, pinched his eyebrows, and threw out the last notice indifferently without commenting on Ireland's investigation.

"The police are going to start a joint task force, and Vermouth will contact you soon. Use this identity well and don't waste it."

This little policeman who changed his name to Adachi Toru was a guy who participated in the plan to capture Tang Ze Zhao, and he was not a disposable consumable.

"Got it." Ireland, who was also in no mood to talk nonsense with him, responded coldly and hung up the phone.

If it weren't for the imminent infiltration, he still needed Gin to provide certain operational support, and he would never say a word to Gin.

Revenge on Gin is still his main idea and wish at the moment.

And Kumer, the hawk who killed Pisco's family, he would never let go.

Thinking of this, Ireland moved the mouse in front of him, and the data windows related to the serial murder case were minimized one by one, revealing the files he was originally reviewing below.

Files about Edogawa Conan.

He looked at the photos he had taken while tracking Kumer in the document, revealing a sinister expression.

He had a hunch that the opportunity to get rid of both enemies in one go was just around the corner.

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Suddenly awake, Conan jumped up from the sofa, covered his violently beating heart and gasped.

The surrounding environment was dark, and all the lights in the living room of the Mori family were turned off. The quietness of the night still enveloped the surroundings, and everything was quiet and peaceful.

Conan wiped the sweat from his face, gasped, and sat up from the sofa with weak hands and feet.

The dream just now was so realistic that even though he knew it was all a dream, Gin's cold and dangerous gaze, malicious whispers, and even the hand that pinched his neck with the smell of gunpowder were still so clear and kept replaying in his mind.

That dream seemed to remind him that once he was exposed to the organization's attention, danger and death would follow him like a shadow...

"Damn it, it's all Adachi Toru's fault..." Conan cursed secretly, pushed away the quilt and got up.

It must be because of what Maori Kogoro said that he spent the whole night thinking about the relationship between Adachi Toru and the organization, the purpose of Adachi Toru's appearance, and the connection between Tang Ze and him. His mind was filled with all those chaotic thoughts.

Otherwise, how could he suddenly dream of his identity being discovered by Gin and then being killed by him for no reason?

Scratching his sweaty hair in distress, he walked towards the kitchen, ready to find himself some water to drink and calm down.

When he walked past the window, he noticed something glowing under the window not far away, and couldn't help but glance at the clock hanging next to it.

01:30 in the morning.

At this time, it should be completely dark downstairs, where did the light come from...

Conan, who had just woken up from a nightmare in which he was trapped by Gin in the Mori Detective Agency, instinctively became alert and quietly approached the window, clinging to it and looking down.

What was flashing was not a sign or a light somewhere.

On the outdoor seat at the entrance of the cafe, a bright floor lamp was turned on, clearly illuminating Karasawa's fluffy brown head.

It's almost time, why doesn't this guy Tang Ze sleep, and why is he sitting outside with the headlights on...

Tiptoeing, Conan opened the door and went downstairs. When he walked out of the stairs, he saw Tangze hugging his knees and curled up on the chair, staring at the empty table in front of him without focus.

His blue eyes were completely blank, seemingly unaware of Conan's appearance.

Conan frowned and slowly approached. As he walked, he couldn't help but raise his hand to try to block the overly bright light.

It was so bright that it almost blinded people.

"What's wrong? Why are you still squatting outside at this hour? Don't you have to go to school tomorrow?"

Tangze, who was staring blankly, blinked his eyelids twice, turned his head towards Conan who was walking over, and said nothing.

Yes, it's because I have to go to school tomorrow that I'm going crazy here.

Karasawa, a drama queen who is a complete experientialist, replied in his heart.

After going out and picking up an ultimate buff for himself, Tang Zeke still hadn't forgotten that there was still a big thunder squatting in the school, waiting for him to step on it.

After sitting down with Toru Amuro to talk about Adachi Toru's situation, the organization of the mission, and the investigation of Kiharagawa, Karasawa felt that he had to find a way to mess up his mental state now.

For example, try staying up late at night and finding yourself a light source that is as bright as daylight all night long.

It's not that Karasawa doesn't trust his acting ability and feels that he can't play a mentally disturbed person, but after talking to Toru Amuro about "theoretically what kind of mental problems Karasawa Akira should have", Karasawa came up with the quickest solution , the method of completing the experiential performance.

"Based on the current investigation, do you think Kiharakawa has something to do with the organization?" Tang Ze asked a key question that goes straight to the core. "Or if I change the question, do you think his so-called 'treatment' of me has any effect?" What is the expected goal?”

"There must be a relationship. But judging from his performance, there is a problem that cannot be ignored." Toru Amuro slowly arranged the collected photos of Kiharagawa on the table and said decisively, "He doesn't know that you are Ku Mel, this is not pretending. In his eyes, you are just Tang Zezhao."

This information is very telling.

Understanding Karasawa Ichikawa's condition and illness can only mean that he may be related to the organization's cognitive histology research, but not knowing that he is Kumel means that his understanding of the organization is very limited.

Maybe the organization knows him too.

Karasawa looked distressedly at the person in the photo whose behavior was gradually converging towards Karasawa Ikawa, and was a little undecided.

It's easier to deal with someone who doesn't know him at all, and it's easier to deal with someone who knows him very well.

The problem now is that he is not sure what kind of state he should show to Kiharagawa.

"I'm going to attend his so-called treatment tomorrow. What do you think, in his eyes..." Tang Ze considered his words for a while and finally chose an appropriate description, "What diseases do I have?"

Thinking of this conversation, Karasawa blinked his dry eyes, met Conan's confused and worried gaze, and answered softly.

"I can't sleep. I don't dare to stay in the room, Kudo. I seem to have remembered something."