The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Oh, you want to cooperate with the library to hold an event, right..."

"Yes, Mr. Director." The gentle-looking Shimabukuro Kimie adjusted her hair and looked very gentle. "I just hope that my child can have more opportunities to read books in the nursery. After discussing with our parent committee, we chose the Beihua Library. There are many books in your children's area... We can invite some media to interview the activities here, or do you have any other suggestions..."

Shimabukuro Kimie, who already took a gentle route in appearance, found the director's office and quickly fabricated the identity of a kindergarten parent committee representative to increase the harmlessness of her image, and talked to the director about holding cooperative activities.

How to say it, after joining the Phantom Thieves, although they didn't learn anything else, with the example of the leader in front of them, everyone's ability to lie with open eyes has increased visibly.

Shimabukuro Kimie sat at her desk and kept repeating honorifics and talking nonsense. At the coffee table next to her, Asai Chengzhen, who was also restrained and introverted, sat with his legs together and began to observe the surroundings.

There have been personnel changes in the Mika Library recently. The help-seeker Tamada Kazuo who posted on the message board claimed that when he was sorting out the collection in the children's book area, he found that the new director was suspected of smuggling banned drugs through the channel of book import.

So the direction of their action this time was to take the initiative to contact the director and ask him to take them to the children's book area for a visit and study.

As long as the reason is appropriate enough, coupled with some media publicity, education and public welfare and other publicity methods, there is no reason for the director of a public library not to accept such an activity. In addition, if there are really some sensitive issues in this area, the more frequently they mention it, the more obvious the director's guilty conscience will be, and he will definitely return later to repeat the inspection of the scene.

So no matter whether the director accepts or refuses, as long as he really has a problem, you can get a glimpse of it from his behavior.

"Is that so..." Director Moriwaki Fumita, whose hairline has already receded, secretly looked at the two people in front of him and pretended to be in deep thought.

Generally speaking, people who can serve as representatives of the Parent Committee must be people with high status among the parents of the children's class. If they are not very rich, they have a lot of say in other aspects.

The manners and speaking styles of these two ladies do meet these characteristics, so although he felt bad when he heard about the children's book area, he couldn't say anything in front of two polite and beautiful ladies.

However, Moriwaki Fumita is not panicking so far.

Activities? You can agree to it first.

The larger the event, the more formal the event, the more complicated the time cycle and process. After finalizing the process, he still has a long time to plan and transfer the things in the book area and warehouse, and no problems will be exposed because of an event.

Thinking of this, he pulled a very standard flattering smile on his face: "It's a very good event, which can indeed increase children's interest in reading. But we have a lot of books in our collection. If we don't leave enough time to sort out the book list..."

He was about to continue to argue, and the office door was suddenly pushed open by someone.

Moriwaki Fumita frowned and looked over. Just as he saw the employee's face and was about to scold him, he heard the other party say in a panic: "Oh no, Director, it seems that Tamada hit a child while arranging the bookshelf..."

"What?!"

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"Hey, uncle, what's wrong with you? You can't even move things steadily when you are so old!"

"Conan, Conan, do you have a headache..."

"You are hitting people on purpose, we all saw it!"

The director rushed down after being notified by the employee, and saw people in three layers inside and outside at a glance.

Tamada Kazuo, who was holding a box of books in his hands, said something with a panic face. Opposite him, four children hugged together and stared at him vigilantly, and the people around him were pointing and talking. The children's reading area, which was originally quiet and only had children, was now crowded with more than a dozen adults, and the whole area was noisy.

Seeing the box of books next to Tamada, the director pursed his lips and felt his throat tighten.

His plan was by no means foolproof. Compared with those experienced criminals, it can even be said that his hiding method was very poor.

These things could not withstand interrogation at all. What if...

"What's wrong? Make way. I'm the curator here. Please make way..."

Moriwaki Fumita hurriedly stepped forward, squeezed through the people around him, and squeezed into the inner circle.

A little boy wearing glasses raised his hand to cover his forehead and cried loudly. The faint blood could be seen between his fingers. Two or three drops of liquid splashed on the corner of the box in Yutian Kazuo's hand, and the corrugated paper showed a dark brown color.

The crowd of onlookers was whispering. On the way to squeeze over, Moriwaki Fumita slightly caught some very bad words, such as the child quarreled with him, the child was too naughty, and blocked the employee's way.

Judging from the situation at the scene, whether the collision occurred intentionally or unintentionally, it is a fact that he injured a child in public and was holding a weapon that caused the injury.

Moriwaki Bunta, who was most afraid of an accident but did not expect it to happen, felt dizzy.

Kimi Shimabukuro and Narimi Asai, who followed him and arrived at the scene half a beat slower, passed the crowd and saw Conan Edogawa sitting on the ground and rolling around. They looked at each other and immediately guessed about 70% of the truth.

This was probably not an accident or physical conflict. It was probably that the little detective had discovered the trick in the children's book section and was trying to create some eye-catching events to attract bystanders or even the police.

Although the means were a bit dirty, the employee named Tamada was really scared, but it was indeed effective.

The original Tamada Kazuo might be in danger, but now, even if the curator is really a vicious drug dealer, he doesn't have the ability to clear the memories of dozens of people and give them a lot of light, right?

"The little kid was led astray after all..." Asai Narimi sighed softly while taking out his mobile phone and pretending to call the police.

I don't know what Tang Ze usually showed to this upright detective. In short, this time Conan really played his identity advantage to the extreme.

A child was injured by a library employee in the children's reading area of ​​the library. This topic can easily touch many sensitive points and attract more media attention than kindergarten and library reading activities. The most feared criminal is too much attention.

"Yes, he was really led astray." Shimabukuro Kimie took out her mobile phone and quickly took a few photos. She also answered in a low voice, "No matter how you think about it, it's Tang Ze's fault for always using his identity to fish."

Like to be brave, have a criminal record, encounter exclusion and bullying... The child left by the Tang Ze couple, inherited their academic heritage and wealth, is a rare autistic patient who has been confirmed to be cured...

Tang Ze's usual identity is really stacked with too many buffs, which makes him easily become a target of attack, and Tang Ze has enough strength in various senses under this surface, so that he can sit on the fishing platform.

Looking at his various experiences every time he went out to travel with those accident-prone classmates, he really played the advantages of his identity to the extreme.

Inspired by him, Conan finally discovered the unique advantages of being a naughty kid. It was so natural.

"That's good too. I think the little detective is now open-minded..."

The two of them were evaluating leisurely in the back, and Moriwaki Fumita, who was standing inside, was sweating.

In the sealed book box in Yutian's hand, there were a dozen or so books with problems that were hollowed out in the middle and stuffed with goods. Not far away from them, in the last movable bookshelf in the reading area, there were fake books without book backs, which were used to disguise as the books in the middle to prevent them from being taken away.

If the police came and determined that this was intentional injury, and sealed off this place as a scene for investigation...

"Taman! You bastard, what's wrong with you!" This panic turned into a raging rage, and his expression twisted as he yelled, "You work in the children's book area, how could you not even notice the child in front of you?! Why don't you apologize quickly and send the child to the hospital! This is entirely your personal problem, and we are not responsible for compensation!"

While yelling, he secretly wanted to make the incident into a case where Tamada Kazuo was careless when transporting books and did not notice the short child, causing an accident.

As long as it is not considered a case that needs to be investigated, some civil compensation issues are easy to solve.

Confused and frightened, Tamada Kazuo shrank his neck. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the little boy who was sitting on the ground and crying and several other children raised their heads and looked blankly in the direction of Moriwaki Bunta.

The next second, a cry that was even higher by an octave sounded.

This time, not only Conan who was sitting on the ground, but also Yoshida Ayumi who was beside him and wanted to check his injuries worriedly, cried out loudly.

"Wow——so fierce——"

"This uncle is so scary, wow——"

The crowd watching silently looked at Moriwaki Fumita, whose expression was frozen.

Moriwaki Fumita had a thin face, deep nasolabial folds, and a hairline that was in line with the characteristics of a middle-aged man of his age, revealing a large blank forehead.

This made his wrinkled eyes look like the eyes of a goldfish, protruding slightly on his face, coupled with his sunken cheekbones. It must be said that when he showed a hideous and angry expression with this face, not to mention scaring children to tears, many adults who saw it would probably easily see him again in nightmares.

Sensing that the situation was favorable, Shimabukuro Kimie immediately pinched her throat and uttered a voice that was not quite the same as her own: "How can you swear in front of a child? This is the responsibility of your library."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Asai Narimi understood and immediately followed up: "That's right. What do you mean you are not responsible for compensation? This was an injury in your library."

"Really, the director of the library is too uncultured. I'm going to complain to you."

"It seems that the director is new, and his quality is really bad..."

"No wonder, the staff training is so inadequate..."

With the two of them hiding in the crowd to lead the pace, soon, all kinds of accusations directed at the director kept coming up, and as Moriwaki Fumita tried to refute, there was a trend of intensification.

Conan, who was howling dryly, was not relieved until this moment, and then pulled the sleeve of Ayumi, who was really crying, apologetically.

Before he did the fraud, he had already made arrangements with several other classmates, so at first, they were just making trouble for no reason, but he didn't expect that Ayumi would be scared to tears by the curator.

... However, this curator was indeed a little scary. Should we say that this is what the heart thinks?

"Make way, make way."

Just as the noise in the reading area became more and more intense, and even the entrance was gathering onlookers, several people began to squeeze into the crowd while talking.

Conan, who still had his hand firmly on the "wound", turned his head and his expression was blank for a moment.

A, Adachi Toru? !

Wait a minute, he wanted to make a big deal by fraud, preferably to the point where the police came to maintain order, but he didn't want to attract such a police!

"Police, from the First Investigation Division. What happened?" Matsuda Jinpei pulled out his fake ID from his pocket and showed it very skillfully. When he put it back into his chest pocket, he couldn't hold it back for a moment.

He said nothing false. He had just transferred to the First Investigation Division before his death. Theoretically, he was indeed a police officer in the First Investigation Division when he died.

After being a policeman for so many years, he never thought that there would be a day when he would hold a fake certificate and use chicken feathers as a token of authority...

Life is so unpredictable.

"Accidents, just, just some accidents..." Moriwaki Fumita felt cold sweat soaking the clothes on his back, and many beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead in an instant.

Originally, he wanted to calm the crowd to prevent someone from calling the police, but he didn't expect that there was no need to call the police, because there were police on the scene.

"Don't crowd here." Following behind him, Hagiwara Kenji, wearing sunglasses, first evacuated the crowd skillfully, and then, without saying anything, he took off a pair of handcuffs from his belt and handcuffed Tamada Kazuo, who was still holding the cardboard box, without saying anything, and said the line that made the curator dizzy, "Let's go to the police station to talk if you have anything to say."

"Wait, wait a minute, officers, it's just an accident, it's really just an accident..."

"The police are enforcing the law, what are you doing?" Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows and scolded unceremoniously, "If you stop me again, let's go to the police station together."

Hearing his rough law enforcement style, recalling what Tang Ze said about handcuffing him without accepting any communication, Conan inexplicably felt that the scene in front of him was too humorous: "..."

The black police who maliciously used their law enforcement power were violently arresting suspects suspected of illegal transactions. Why is this scene so funny?

Speaking of using illegal means to detain illegal people, how should this be calculated...

Conan, with fake blood all over his hands, couldn't help but fall into confusion.

"Ding Dong——"

On the other side of the corridor, Tang Ze, who had just walked out of the elevator, instinctively opened his third eye to scan and found that the tarot cards in front of him were so dense that they were almost stacked into a pile:?