The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"So...this kid didn't disappear, but discovered a secret passage in the castle?"

"Yes. By the way, you have lived here for so long, but you haven't noticed that the structure here is not right... When you buy a house here, you don't get blueprints? Or do you mean that the actual dimensions are not marked on the blueprints? I'm afraid you have to go to the municipal planning office to re-register. The fire protection procedures are very difficult..."

"Is that the point?!"

Mamiya Mitsuru scratched his already sparse hair and let out a cry that was close to collapse.

"Then what else is the point?" Tang Ze retracted the bright smile on his face, raised his eyelids, and showed a somewhat cold expression, "The child came back safe and sound, and we also discovered the truth about your deceased wife's death. With the treasure left by your father-in-law, we are competent enough as detectives."

Mamiya Mitsuru took a deep breath, turned away from looking at the young man's particularly irritating face, and tried hard to suppress his frustrated expression.

Feeling that the other party's reaction might trigger greater ridicule, Conan stretched out his hand and tugged on Tang Ze's sleeve, indicating to him to forget it and stop arguing with others about this kind of problem.

After all, it's not like he can't understand Mamiya Mitsuru's mood.

This castle is like a blind box with cards. Before you open it, there is a possibility that there is some expensive hidden money inside. Even if you know that the probability is low, you still have some expectations when you hold it in your hand.

Now, the things are officially taken apart, only to find that the things inside are so worthless. It is indeed difficult for people who have lived in a castle with inconvenient travel for several years to maintain a peaceful mind.

Nishikawa Mutsumi, whose hands were tied with ropes and whose eyes had completely lost their luster and were not moving, heard this and suddenly turned his head and looked straight at Karasawa.

She seemed to be suddenly awakened by the word treasure. The dull expression on her face disappeared, and she let out a ferocious hoarse roar: "So, this is what I am for, just for this...!"

"Yes, Nishikawa Mutsumi." Karasawa directly called her by her real name and repeated the shocking fact, "You are just for the interesting puzzle left by a little old man with some romantic feelings. A piece of scenery, killing fourteen living people, abandoning his own identity, and that young face... In other words, since it is such a large-scale plastic surgery, even if the plastic surgery makes it look uglier, You still have to go to a plastic surgeon regularly and spend a lot of money to maintain its condition..."

"Stop talking, stop talking! Shut up!" Nishikawa Mutsumi interrupted his straightforward description with a sharp voice and started to cry.

After a while, as if he had completely lost the willpower to maintain his sanity again, Nishikawa Mutsumi once again fell into an almost crazy state and muttered to himself.

"Curse, this is the curse of the tower... Don't come here, don't come here, I didn't kill you, it wasn't me..."

Pouting his lips, Conan retracted his gaze from the fake old lady and tugged on Tangze's sleeves twice more.

"Is this really the effect of changing one's mind? Why do I feel that the work you did before was not like this..."

"Ah, what she said is that her desire to pursue was all in vain, so she collapsed completely." Tang Ze blinked and kept talking nonchalantly, "Don't worry, she didn't go completely crazy. At most, she was stimulated by those scenes. Temporarily Just a little confused.”

"Hmm, is that so...?" Conan touched his chin and felt something was wrong. He always felt that Nishikawa Mutsumi might have experienced something after being tortured by the Phantom Thieves for several rounds and completely out of his sight. After thinking for a long time, And there seems to be no evidence to prove this point of view.

After all, although Nishikawa Mutsumi looked a little embarrassed, with her clothes and hair in tatters, she didn't appear to be more hurt, and she looked exactly the same as when she left his sight.

Karasawa glanced at Matsuda Jinpei, who was still wearing sunglasses, and then the two of them quietly turned their heads away in unison.

Through the sunglasses, Tang Ze couldn't see clearly the other person's expression, but he guessed that the other person's expression under the sunglasses was as subtle as his own.

How should I put it, although he really disliked guys like Mutsumi Saikawa who ignored the lives of others for their own selfish desires, but in his plan, he did not intend to directly drive people crazy.

After all, he still had to let Conan reveal the answer to the board puzzle that was actually not that difficult, so that the other party's heart would be completely broken, right? If you go crazy first, won't it compromise the effect? ​​On the contrary, it's not beautiful.

As for why it turned out like this...accidents are all accidents.

No one thought that Hagiwara Kenji's egg was hatched just before they hatched. Just before they left the impression space here, it suddenly fell from the sky?

"This result is quite good." Unlike his stepfather who was almost disappointed and collapsed, Mamiya Takato was very happy, "Not only did I find the real murderer who killed my mother, but I also found the information left by my grandfather. …”

He said, looking at the largest oil painting of the Mamiya family's old man in the hall, smiling sincerely.

The attic behind the oil painting has not been visited since the old man passed away. It is dusty and dirty everywhere. At first glance, it seems quite old.

But this small attic is the secret base that the old naughty boy left for himself. It not only preserves many precious rare books, but also the real floor plan of the castle, as well as all the research and verification materials he has conducted on the castle after living here.

For archaeology, cultural relics are certainly precious, but the physical buildings that can be used to prove many conjectures are even more valuable materials and heritage. This castle itself is valuable enough.

"You are right to think so. In fact, I also think that the secret passage here may be more valuable than the castle itself. These mechanisms are designs and structures that have existed for a long time. They are very interesting. If they are used as attractions, I might be interested in buying tickets to visit." Miyano Akemi patted the young man on the shoulder and comforted him.

Mamiya Takato smiled bitterly: "As a tourist attraction, this is the scene of a major case that killed more than a dozen people. No one would travel thousands of miles to see such a place."

"That may not be the case." Asai Chengmi, who felt that he had a lot of say, sighed with mixed feelings.

Tsukikage Island, with the reputation of the famous detective Kogoro Mori as the backing, and the legend of Keiji Aso's death and the legendary story of Keiji Aso himself who finally completed the dramatic "Prince's Revenge" on the island, has not only attracted many tourists, but also attracted many detective enthusiasts who are eager to explore mysterious cases. Recently, they seem to have been developing some theme cultural creations...

"Indeed." Shimabukuro Kimie nodded in agreement.

Although the American Island has completely sunk to the ground and become a small dot that disappeared on the map, the legend of the mermaid's hometown is superimposed, and the sales of the newly built fishery in this place seem to be more impressive than expected...

Conan deeply understood what they were talking about, wanted to complain, but didn't know where to start: "..."

He held his breath for a while, and finally looked at Huihara Ai, who was pulled aside by Akemi Miyano and was stroking her hair and talking, with an extremely resentful expression.

Since Akemi Miyano has really joined the Phantom Thieves and lives next door to the doctor's house, it is impossible for Huihara to be unaware of this.

In the end, he was the only one who was kept in the dark!

Taking advantage of the gap when Conan was venting his resentment to the riddle man's friends, Tang Ze took a step towards Matsuda Jinpei and squeezed out a sentence from the corner of his mouth: "By the way, is he still not awake?"

"No." Matsuda Jinpei rubbed the back of his neck and answered with a headache, "I specifically asked Miss Shiho, and she said there was no problem. Could it be that he fell on the floor and fainted..."

Tang Ze touched his nose and calculated the height difference of nearly one meter between the laboratory bench and the RV floor in his mind. He was embarrassed to speak.

Don't say it, it's really possible.

In addition to the relatively peaceful death of Morobushi Kagemitsu, the way these two police officers who died too spectacularly returned was also spectacular.

Not only was it accompanied by intense sound and light special effects, but the kinetic energy of their death may also be taken into account. They all appeared directly from mid-air and fell straight down.

It was hard to say whether Matsuda Jinpei was caught by the experimental table because he woke up so quickly...

Recalling the live playback provided by Noah after they hurried back, Tang Ze laughed dryly: "Fortunately, the effect did not have any substantial destructive power. Otherwise, I don't know how to explain the sudden explosion of the RV..."

"It's not difficult to explain. After all, it's a vehicle. It's a car, so we can't ignore the possibility of it exploding." Matsuda Jinpei spread his hands with experience.

Some cars will be driving on the road and suddenly someone will put a bomb under them.

Even if there is no bomb, if you are accidentally involved in an accident, there is a chance of being hit, set on fire, or crushed...

Tang Ze quickly elbowed him and said back those unlucky words: "It took a lot of effort and money to make that car, don't be such a pessimist."

"What does it matter? You can claim compensation from Nishikawa Mutsumi and the Mamiya family later." Matsuda Jinpei said calmly, "It is a fact that the car blew up after she got on it, right?"

"You should still think of them well..." Hearing him say this, even Tang Ze, who has always had a rich moral bottom line, couldn't help but raise his neck.

Coming to someone's house to eat, drink, water, and oil, and finally asking them to pay for the explosion, this is a very heavyweight degree even in the world of being a sucker.

Matsuda Jinpei was about to say something, but suddenly felt the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket, indicating a new message, and his expression immediately changed.

Now, Zhu Fushi Jingguang is still in the car taking care of Hagiwara Kenji who has not woken up. What the news at this time means is self-evident.

"Go back to the car first." Tang Ze noticed his mood change and turned his head to indicate the direction of the exit.

Now in the hall, there are not only other members of the Phantom Thieves, noisy children, but also servants of the Mamiya family who are gathered in layers and eating melons. One or two people coming in and out is certainly not a big deal.

"I..." Matsuda Jinpei opened his mouth, felt his palms sweating slightly, and couldn't help but clenched his fists.

At this time of reunion, this hesitation and confusion seemed a bit inappropriate, but Tang Ze could understand his emotions very well.

Even though he knew this possibility soon after waking up, even though he himself was sure that the miraculous encounter would definitely come, the moment this moment came, the feeling of mixed expectation and eagerness, but also hidden fear, was still so tormenting and strong.

This may be the feeling of being homesick.

"It's okay here." Tang Ze patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Go, old friend who hasn't seen you for a long time, it's worth a good welcome."

As if he was stung by the words "long time no see", Matsuda Jinpei clenched his fingers tightly and walked out.

His steps became more and more urgent, and when he reached the door, he was almost running.

Watching his back disappear in front of the door, Tang Ze turned back and glanced at the portrait of Mrs. Mamiya with her eyes downcast and a gentle expression.

Mamiya Masuyo, who died tragically in the secret passage, has been found, and her bones will be collected by the police and she will be truly at peace.

Soon, a new portrait will be added here.

This sad mother and daughter, although separated by sad desires and greed, and separated by fate and malicious mockery, will eventually have a true reunion.

Just as Tang Ze was staring at the portrait, the elegant woman with a calm expression in the portrait suddenly raised her eyes and looked into Tang Ze's eyes.

"This is the meaning of death. Only at this moment, elegance and vulgarity are no longer different, and nobility and meanness are treated equally. Crossing the taboo of life and death, breaking the flow of time, are you really ready, ■■?"

A soft voice came, as if whispering in his ear, and Tang Ze suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyeballs, as if he had seen something too dazzling, so that just looking directly would burn him, making him close his eyes involuntarily.

When he opened his eyes again, the portrait still had its eyes half-closed, and the voice disappeared without a trace.

Tang Ze looked around and made sure that there was no other abnormality before he was sure that it was just an "illusion" that only he saw.

What is this? Is it another hint from the riddle man from that world?

"By the way, about the thing you mentioned before." After confirming that the police were on their way, Mamiya Takato saw Tang Ze looking around and didn't know what he was looking for, and patted his forehead as if he remembered something, "I really found an invitation letter sent to my grandfather in the attic."

"What invitation letter?" Tang Ze reacted for a moment before guessing what he was talking about, "Are you talking about the party at the Twilight House forty years ago?"

"Yes, I found it in my grandfather's information." Mamiya Takato nodded, "You are indeed correct. The host of the banquet invited many experts in this field, saying that the castle called the Twilight House hides some secrets that may be treasures. Because my grandfather is a historian studying this direction, he also sent him an invitation."

Tang Ze, who didn't expect to be able to call back after so long, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He really said it casually at the time, wanting to provoke Nishikawa Mutsumi, but he didn't expect that the deceased old man of the Mamiya family would almost become a sacrificial victim...

"But your grandfather refused?"

"No, my grandfather actually wanted to agree. As you can see, he has no resistance to these castles full of secrets." Mamiya Takato spread his hands, "My mother heard that my grandfather would be away from home for a long time and strongly opposed it. In addition, she happened to be unwell at the time and suffered from acute pneumonia. In order to take care of her body, my grandfather finally rejected the invitation."

Tang Ze raised his head again and looked at the quiet oil painting that was no longer moving.

"I found this thing in the letter. Since you came all the way to our house because of Detective Akechi's casual mention, I think you should be interested in this."

Mamiya Takato took out a yellowed and torn piece of paper and handed it over carefully.

Tang Ze took it and saw that it was an old photo of a castle. He thought that the castle surrounded by mountains in the photo should be the Dusk Mansion.

"...I am indeed a little interested. Can you let me see the letter your grandfather received?"