The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"I'm sorry, Detective Maori, could you please give me your opinion on this murder?"

"Sorry, the details of the case are still under investigation and I cannot disclose too many details."

"The arrested Mr. Nagumo claimed that his crime was excusable because the deceased had abused his son for a long time. He made an extreme choice out of endurance. Is this the truth as he described it?"

"Whatever he says."

"So you think he's looking for excuses?"

"I'm a detective, and detectives can only prove things that exist objectively. I just exposed his trick on how to make the murder weapon disappear, and advised him to surrender before things got too bad. As for what he was thinking in his heart, you might as well ask How about those strange thieves of the heart?”

"Hey, what do you mean..."

"That's it, that's it."

"Ah, Mr. Mori, Mr. Mori!"

Mouri Kogoro touched his chin and stared intently at the news screen, which was surrounded by microphones. He walked out of the screen with a wave of his hand and nodded with great satisfaction.

"Tsk, the man's silent back, everything is silent... He's so handsome, I'm so cool!"

"dad……"

When Conan opened the door of the detective agency, he saw such a scene.

Mouri Kogoro was sitting on the sofa chair in front of the TV, watching the replay of the news uprightly. Maori Lan and Karasawa stood on either side of the sofa, looking very supportive of him.

"This counts as recorded!" The finished Mouri Kogoro checked the machine under the TV and asked uncertainly. He stepped forward and carefully pushed the disc out of the optical drive, "As long as there is an optical drive Anyone with a computer or DVD player can see this video, right?”

"Yes, this piece of news is considered to be preserved." Tang Ze, who crossed his arms, answered in the affirmative.

"This is much smaller than a video tape. It's great. Technology is advancing so fast."

Conan looked incomprehensibly as he watched Mouri Kogoro solemnly put the disc into a transparent disc case, and then, under the guidance of Karasawa, awkwardly tied the packaging bow, and tugged on Mourilan's He pointed at the hem of his skirt doubtfully.

"This is a commission that Dad completed independently during the past two days when you were away." Mao Lilan squatted down and explained in a low voice, "He wanted to record it and give it to Mom as a gift. It seems that he has a date tomorrow..."

"...Aunt Fei Yingli doesn't know about his situation, right?" Conan's mouth twitched twice, "Wouldn't it be strange to suddenly send her an interview video of himself solving the case?"

For those of them who already know how much Mouri Kogoro weighs, his ability to independently detect murder cases that have a certain threshold is indeed a big improvement. However, in the eyes of those who still have no doubts about his attributes as a famous detective, It would be a bit of a show-off to specially record an interview about a case that is not sensational.

"There's nothing I can do about it. Usually, even when he's being interviewed, he always looks dazed. It's a rare opportunity to be cool. It's reasonable for him to want his mother to see him..." Mao Lilan shook his head and turned back. The kitchen was preparing to serve the dishes, "What about you, are you having fun playing with the children?"

What she said was also teasing, and there was no shortage of jokes about a high school student accompanying elementary school students on a camping trip. The original intention was to tease Conan who was forced to be a first-year elementary school student, but Conan suddenly recalled the things that slipped down the esophagus and into the stomach. The feeling of the cold liquid inside made me shiver hard.

According to Haibara, he is just an ordinary person, and the Mamiya family's castle is a place with strong malicious intent. Without the assistance of those potions, it is almost impossible for him to come out intact. The Phantom Thieves want to protect him. As for the health of the medicine, the problem with the raw materials of the medicine is purely accidental.

But as soon as he thought about what he was drinking, Conan couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine, completely giving up his eagerness to play with them next time, and even couldn't help feeling a little guilty towards that guy. .

He knew that Joker had special abilities. Even if he stabbed a major artery with a knife, it would not cause any harm to the body, but this did not prevent him from resisting using this guy's body as experimental material.

Originally, he was a little envious of the joker's super self-healing ability, and felt that without the assistance of this ability, it would be difficult for the joker to freely enter and exit such dangerous places and complete such dangerous actions - such as traveling on the Shinkansen. Jumping out of a car with a bomb or something.

But comparing it to Haiyuan's experiment, and considering why the joker was developed with this ability, it makes people completely unhappy.

The inexhaustible blood and even human tissue are like "quick-growing trees" specially grown for experiments...

"Don't mention it." Conan waved his hand tiredly, trying to wave away the feeling of nausea, the fatigue of lack of sleep, and the dizziness of over-working brain, "We didn't make it to the camp."

"Encountered another case?" Mao Lilan raised her eyebrows, not surprised.

"Well, I guess I have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to take notes later..." Conan pressed his temple.

After all, this is not a recent murder, it is an old case four years ago. In addition to on-site investigation, they, the first discoverers, must also add some details of their discovery, as well as provide fingerprints and footprints to avoid other people's investigation work. cause interference.

Speaking of the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan couldn't help but glance at Tang Ze.

Tang Ze, who had his back to them, was bending down and pointing at the card, instructing Maori Kogoro how to firmly fix it in the ribbon so that the greeting card he wrote could be beautifully pinned on the gift. He was so skilled that he didn't look like he had never been in a relationship before.

"By the way, how is Tang Ze these two days?" Conan hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "He seems to have a regular review to attend..."

"Well, yes, I heard from Mr. Amuro that he accompanied Tang Ze to run around for materials these two days and was very busy." Maori Ran was of course always aware of the movements of the neighbors downstairs, and answered one by one, "Mr. Amuro is still very attentive, and he also came to ask us neighbors for some signatures and opinions. He said that although it didn't play a big role, it could also show that Tang Ze had been studying and living well during this period, and he was law-abiding, which was somewhat helpful."

Law-abiding...

After organizing the language in his mind for a while, Conan couldn't equate this adjective with Tang Ze's face, and couldn't help showing his half-moon eyes.

He didn't believe that the Metropolitan Police Department was unaware of Tang Ze's frequent acts of bravery. It was just a formality.

Then again, who in the entire Investigation Division, from top to bottom, would think that Tang Ze was really a juvenile delinquent? At this point, is there no way to reopen the investigation of Tang Ze's case and clear him of his grievances...

Conan couldn't help but shake his head at this so-called observation that was too formal, and the few doubts in his heart were also put down.

Tang Ze was indeed busy with personal affairs these two days, so the one who appeared in the castle was definitely not him.

It can't be that even the police in the Metropolitan Police Department are cooperating with Tang Ze to lie, right?

"Is this done? Well, isn't it a bit informal..." Maori Kogoro finally finished tossing the gift box, straightened up, and looked at the wrapped gift hesitantly.

It's not that he couldn't give her more expensive gifts, but Tang Ze suggested that after all, he and Kisaki Eri were no longer young people in the passionate love period. They had already reached a stage where they had enough food and clothing and were not in a difficult situation. They had also formed their own aesthetics and tendencies. Unless he could accurately grasp the other party's intentions, a purely extravagant gift without any intention would seem insincere.

So in addition to a bottle of perfume, he only prepared this CD as a return gift for the cufflinks Kisaki Eri gave him on their last date.

"It's fine like this. A more formal gift can be prepared later." Tang Ze pulled the white gauze underneath and deftly tied an extra flower-shaped decoration on the gift box, then placed it on the table and nodded with satisfaction. "Although your situation is different from a simple love, the gradual emotions are the same. On ordinary dates, give some thoughtful but inexpensive gifts. When you reach a certain stage and have a suitable reason, you need a more formal gift. This way the progress is more solid, right?"

Mouri Kogoro thought about it and felt that he had no way to refute it. Thinking of this kid's overly experienced and skilled gift suggestions, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "You have lived to this day and have really not harmed a few young girls. It's really hard to imagine."

"Don't make me sound like a slick playboy. I'm just better at pleasing people." Tang Ze shrugged, turned back to look at Conan's strange gaze, and blinked twice quickly.

Conan quickly received his hint and understood what Tang Ze wanted to express.

Ha, so the reason why you can understand other people's desires so well is also part of your power? Is the power of making your wishes come true what makes you do this...

"Conan-kun, you're back just in time." Tang Ze walked back to the table, looked at Conan with dark circles under his eyes, and said energetically, "Sonoko asked me and Xiaolan to accompany her to the party. Do you want to come?"

Look, the same itinerary, the same sleepless night, he kept enough sleep on the road because he drove a motorhome, but Conan was so sleepy because he was squeezed in a Beetle with a group of children. Maybe it's better to have money.

"Huh? Party, what party?" Conan thought for a moment and became confused.

"Netizens' gathering." Mao Lilan replied, "It seems to be a group of fans she met on an online forum. It's a rare offline gathering, and she wants to meet netizens who can chat with her."

"What handsome guy is it?" Without Mao Lilan's further explanation, Conan rolled his eyelids, "She already has Kyogoku-kun..."

"Well, their relationship is going well, but Kyogoku-kun has gone abroad, right? The next meeting will be in a few months. She is bored staying alone, and it's normal for her to want to find some handsome guys to feast her eyes." Mao Lilan spread her hands, and she understood her bestie's thoughts.

"I thought that she liked to look at handsome guys mainly because she wanted to fall in love..." Conan's eyebrows jumped, and he couldn't understand Suzuki Sonoko's relapse.

Isn't she always talking about wonderful encounters and the atmosphere of love? Now that she has a definite lover, why is she still staring at the wild handsome guy...

"You misunderstood her." Karasawa put the last dish on the table for Maori Kogoro and took over the conversation, "Sonoko's appreciation of handsome men and beautiful women comes from the heart, but it has nothing to do with hormones. It is purely a personal interest."

Whether a face-watcher is in a relationship or not does not affect the desire to see and appreciate handsome men and beautiful women. The only role of this attribute in love is that a face-watcher must want to find a partner of the opposite sex whose appearance meets his or her expectations.

Anyway, Suzuki Sonoko didn't even touch the handsome guy, probably just because she was in the mood of collecting stamps and washing her eyes.

"Is that how you understand it..." Conan's mouth twitched again, feeling that Karasawa had a lot of crooked ideas.

Maori Kogoro's focus was not on this at all: "The eldest daughter of the consortium and ordinary enthusiasts can also become friends because of the Internet. This is the magic of the Internet. Although you are not going alone, you still have to pay attention to safety. They are all strangers. Who knows if there will be guys with bad intentions."

"Don't worry, with Karasawa and I here, Sonoko will definitely be fine." Maori Ran clenched her fist with full energy, and kicked Conan in time, successfully shutting him up.

Conan looked back in confusion.

Maori Ran picked up the bowl and chopsticks, without saying anything, but just pointed at the gift box placed on the TV table with her eyes.

Conan realized it belatedly.

After all this time, the invitation from Suzuki Sonoko, the party and safety precautions were all excuses. The main purpose was to send the children who would get in the way to the daycare center so that they could have some adult dates...

"I asked Mr. Amuro to give us a ride." Tang Ze picked up the bowl and said, "We'll leave in the afternoon when Sonoko comes."

"You've even thought of this. You're really well prepared..."

"Hmm?"

"No, I mean, this is good. If Mr. Amuro is responsible for sending us, we won't be late."

Tang Ze listened to Conan's words, hiding the smile on his lips with the bowl, and glanced down through the office window glass with the advertisement on it.

He agreed to this sudden invitation because he knew what would happen next, and he also took the opportunity to bring his teammates to the cafe.

After all, right, that's the one, that's the one, everyone has to go through the process...

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"Ha, this is too... I have reason to suspect that Kougu has really been thinking about letting us work for him for a long time."

Standing in front of the busy movie theater, Hagiwara Kenji looked at those excessive faces, covered his face, and sighed.

"Not really, I think Zero, he just simply misses the atmosphere of being together..." Zhufu Jingguang dryly made up for his childhood friend.

"Then why is it that we are all in the cinema, but he, the owner, is a leisurely tourist, while we are working non-stop?" Hagiwara Kenji complained, "Especially, why was I arranged like a tour guide? I thought I should be a lobby manager or something..."

"Is there a possibility that you were put in charge of that display case because you died the earliest and most carelessly." Matsuda Jinpei analyzed calmly, "Think about it carefully, you are the first one to guard the grave, right? If someone else were to do it, the order would be a bit wrong."

"Hey, you are even worse than him..."

"Well, look at the squad leader and his girlfriend, they are busy running around, and they have to pack popcorn and serve drinks. At least your job is easier..."

"Komorobushi, you didn't let him go either."

Standing in front of the movie poster and looking up at the shadow of the movie promotional picture, Furuya Rei seemed to have sensed something, turned his head, looked at the three people who pushed and shoved into the cinema hall, and blinked gently.

Wearing uniforms and continuing their work in an orderly manner, several people scattered in different places, and three people who were noisy and disorderly but gathered together, stood in completely different places, like a control group.

Life and death, noise and silence, joy and depression, seemed to have formed a clear distinction at this moment.

The dreamlike, exaggerated and unrealistic scene was vividly played out in front of him.

The shadow Furuya Zero stared at them in a trance, until he caught the cleaner Gin who walked out of the darkness with a completely different style from the surroundings. He controlled his expression, slowly turned back, and continued to look at the huge poster.

The poster showed a counter full of different kinds of drinks, and the name of the movie was written in eye-catching large characters below.

"Drunken Dream: A Night of Light and Shadow".

Below the name, there was a subtitle of the poster in handwriting.

There are rare wines from all over the world here, and it is also a stage for the intersection of various emotions.

- If this is really a dream, don't wake me up before it ends.