The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"3, 2, 1——"

As the camera restarted, Tangze seemed as if the more than 20 minutes of downtime did not exist at all. He immediately caught up what he had said before being told to stop, and continued in a natural tone: "...It is indeed quite a twist. Bizarre story, right?”

The other people around him were obviously still in a state of relaxation. No one could recover in time when they suddenly heard what he said.

Of course, when caught in the camera, this scene was the story told by Goro Akechi, which caused such a shock that even the well-informed detectives were speechless for a moment.

"That's what I'm saying..." Realizing that the slowly turning camera was full of insidiousness, Bai Ma cleared his throat, "Since the incident happened decades ago, the truth can no longer be verified. Isn’t it? Like, Jack the Ripper.”

Some cases, if they cannot be solved at the time, may become unsolved cases forever. Although the truth must exist somewhere, those who know the truth will be swallowed up by time, leaving some things silent.

Therefore, if he just told a sensational story and the truth of the story could not be confirmed at all, his reasoning would be meaningless.

"Hmm, who knows?" Tang Ze rolled his eyes, folded his hands on his knees, and made a rather meaningful expression.

This is true in theory, but isn't it a coincidence? The protagonist of "Funeral" and the owner of the annex are still alive in this world.

"Actually, this is the reason why I'm here to talk about this case." Tang Ze changed his voice and bent down to take out a few letters from the suitcase. "As for the truth about this case, I think, just me It must be difficult to convince the public by narrating, but coincidentally, I received so many invitations, and my client asked me to verify my investigation... What do you think, detectives, are you interested in attending this 'feast'?"

Just listening to what he said, it seemed that all the previous quotations and pretentiousness were for this invitation, but combined with what he just said, the guests attending the banquet are the menu of the banquet, these exquisite letters seemed a bit ominous. Feel it.

There was a murmur in the heart, but the actions taken by several people were unambiguous.

Isn't it possible that it's a bit of a crisis? Even if someone died, it was half a century ago. Even if the murderer really existed, he must be older than all of them combined, and it was impossible to pose any threat to them.

Compared with this trivial worry, it is indeed more interesting to explore the unknown.

Several people came over one after another and took an envelope from Karasawa's hand. They each put the envelope away and were very careful not to open it in front of the camera. Only when Junya Tokijin, who was standing at the end, walked over, did they realize that Tangze's hands were already empty.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked at Goro Akechi, who had an innocent face, as if he didn't know why he was in a daze in front of him, and then looked at Conan, who had also received a letter and was carefully stuffing it into his small suit. He raised his hand blankly and pointed at his nose.

There are even primary school students, what about his?

"Sorry, I only have a few letters." Tang Ze, who was deliberately being excluded, didn't even have the interest to act, so he directly spread his hands, "After all, I am only responsible for forwarding, and I am not the inviter. If you are interested, , I’ll go find out for you when I get back to the main island?”

This is purely social rhetoric, meaning I don't want to give it to him.

Tokijin Junya's mouth twitched, and he put his half-stretched hand back into his pocket: "No, I'm not very interested either."

"That's such a shame." Tang Ze smiled apologetically at him, "I thought most detectives would like such an invitation. I was too presumptuous."

Half of Tokijin Junya's face was twitching now.

It was obvious that this guy was deliberately targeting him. Even the child got the invitation but did not prepare for him at all, but he said it as if he refused. However, in front of the camera, he did not dare to openly and extremely popular Goro Akechi clashes head-on.

If this was edited by a TV station that wanted to cause trouble, wouldn't he be rushed to death by Akechi Goro's young and energetic fans?

Even in order to comply with etiquette, you have to politely express that you have different interests and so on...

The corners of his mouth twitched, and then twitched again. He couldn't say the next words, and he was so choked that his entire face began to turn purple.

This feeling of being embarrassed in front of everyone is what Tokijin Junzai least wants to experience in his life. The group of people in front of him have already made him experience it twice in just half a day.

"Everyone -" Rena Mizuna looked at the time, raised her hand and waved, "I'm sorry to interrupt your sideshow, but our voyage is about to reach the end. The island for the second test has arrived. , everyone, get ready to disembark!”

Tokijin Junya, who stood frozen on the spot, breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been saved. He didn't care about the camera or the eyes of others, and hurriedly left the place and fled towards his room.

These detectives vaguely regarded him as an alien who was not worthy of being compared with them. Tokizu Junya, who was not sensitive to other emotions, was fully aware of this subtle atmosphere. He's had enough.

Damn it, Goro Akechi... I don't believe you are as flawless as you appear in front of the camera. Just wait...

Watching Junya Tokijin go away, Karasawa picked up the lemon slices on the edge of the cup and stuffed it into his mouth. He smiled helplessly at the other people: "I'm really impatient, Tokijin-kun. Could it be that he doesn't have one in Hokkaido?" Any chance of traveling overseas?”

Then he really has to cherish this opportunity, because who knows, this will be the last stable time in his life.

Even if Koshimi Nanatsuki didn't attack him, when the news spread, how many family members of the victims who were implicated would be exposed by him?

Junya Tokatsu, who seemed to be running away, was the first to return to the room to pack his luggage, so naturally, he was also the first to step off the side of the ship.

Compared with the elegant and luxurious cruise ship prepared by the program team, the small uninhabited island in front of us is simply extremely remote.

The dense vegetation had not been taken care of for an unknown period of time, and the layers of shrubs and woods had almost returned to their original jungle form. The entire ground was covered tightly with a layer of humus, and no trace of soil could be seen at all.

And in such a remote place, there is actually a two-story wooden house. Looking at the building structure from the outside, it looks like an ordinary small hotel. There is even a "Business" sign hanging in front of the double door. "Medium" sign.

"Thank you for finding a place like this..." Hattori Heiji, the second person who came down, looked at the scenery in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "This looks like some kind of abandoned hotel. Oh my god, there are actually people here. Did you open a hotel in this place? Who are you hosting? Water ghosts crawling out of the sea?"

This is an unnamed island with no name or logo at all. On the map, it is only a small spot smaller than a sesame seed. Those who can open a hotel here are indeed business talents. Capitalism has found a ghost.

"There is no signal at all." Conan took out his cell phone and pressed it. Unsurprisingly, he saw the prompt outside the circle. "That's right. How can a base station be built in a place like this? It might be cheaper to just use a satellite phone."

"Well, as a stage for mystery and suspense, it's quite appropriate." Baima Tan, who was also flipping through his phone, touched his chin, "The atmosphere is quite good."

"Who does this hotel belong to?" Seeing Reina Mizuno leading the camera crew down, Hattori Heiji looked at the small house that had been ravaged by wind and rain, and then looked at the height of about ten meters behind them. This small island looks so majestic to the cruise ship that I can't understand their thinking at all.

What is the purpose of shooting in a place like this? Is it good for the atmosphere? The cruise ship has been rented and driven here, so why can’t we just take pictures at sea?

"I heard that it was a vacation villa used by a rich man. It was abandoned because he rarely came here." Shuiwu Reina shrugged and showed a smile that belonged to a variety show host. "To be honest, it's better than setting up a villa on a TV station." Live action is much cheaper.”

"I knew it..." Hattori Heiji held his forehead and sighed for a while, "Is there any variety show that makes the guests feel comfortable? It doesn't exist."

"Can such a small hotel accommodate so many people from the film crew?" Conan hesitantly looked at the hotel that was comparable to a haunted house, thought for a while, and made a final struggle.

"You don't need to accommodate us? As long as it can accommodate the camera and you guys, it will be fine." Mizumu Reina smiled and patted the little boy's head, "We can live on the boat."

"Ah, that's not fair-"

"I knew such a high salary was not easy to get."

"Damn it, the salary given to you is high, but it's not given to me!"

"It's not okay for a kid to be so mercenary."

"Hello--"

Several high school students were noisy in front of the camera. Only Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, silently averted his eyes from the detectives and looked at Shi Shi who had been silent since he got off the boat. Jinrunzai.

From her angle, she could clearly see the other person's sweaty neck and almost pale complexion.

This was originally the most suitable place she found within her own ability. Goro Akechi just accepted her suggestion and made no changes to her destination.

Shi Jinrunzai had already heard her retelling the case on the road. Standing in front of this destroyed wooden house with a similar structure, he must be able to recall how he pointed at Xiaoxun's panicked face while standing in the lavender manor. , scold Fang Qiu, and kill everyone in all directions.

"It's not a bad place." Pushing up the sunglasses on his face, Koshimi Nanatsuki said relaxedly.

"Huh? Miss Koshimizu, you call this place good... You, you can't be..." Hattori Heiji's expression became weird.

"The look in your eyes is very rude. I just think it would be nice to have a sheltered place to live. When I watch TV variety shows, I like to do things like survival in the wild and letting the guests set up their own tents on the beach. ..." Koshimi Nanatsuki, who was quite relaxed, talked a little more.

"But we are participating in a detective variety show! It is not a survival show!" Hattori Heiji protested.

Karasawa, who was walking slowly at the end, came up, patted Hattori Heiji on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "800,000 yen, 800,000 yen..."

Hattori Heiji, who wanted to say something else, immediately stopped talking.

800,000 yen, this is the final package price that Amuro Toru negotiated for Hattori Heiji.

Although his family situation is good, the money that the high school detective, who has never done paid commissions, has access to is the pocket money given by his family, which is 800,000 yen at a time. Even he has to waver.

2 days of recording, 800,000 yen, as long as he is not forced to distill seawater on the spot, Hattori Heiji thought about it and seemed to be able to bear it.

"The price is not bad..." Hakuba Tan heard their whispers and turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Your price is higher than his, right?"

"Tolerating for so long, running to cooperate with these designs and scripts, there must be something for it." Tang Ze shrugged, but did not deny Hakuba Tan's guess.

However, his sight has passed through the staff and fell on Nanatsuki Koshimi, who was standing with his hands behind his back, quietly admiring the wooden house in front of him.

The original script was changed, and the original stage naturally lost its meaning.

"... However, the isolated uninhabited island is simply a special test site created for cognitive space." Standing at the junction of the foggy sea, Miyano Akemi brushed the hem of her skirt, waved away the smell of the sea breeze, and took off the butterfly-shaped lace mask on her face.

The sound of dripping water sounded, and a pair of wet, cold hands touched the neck, which made Matsuda Jinpei, who was walking on the beach and chatting with his peers, shudder and forced to concentrate.

He touched his cold neck and looked helplessly in the direction of Miyano Akemi.

No matter how many times Tang Ze explained that Miyano Akemi's mask ability was this kind of bonus, he always felt that the reason why Miyano Akemi's Ophelia could have such a strong effect of concentrating attention and improving mental state was simply because the pair of wet hands were stuffed into people's collars, and the refreshing effect was really good.

Especially on this cold seaside, you would be numb if you came.

While rubbing his neck with hair standing up, Matsuda Jinpei snapped his fingers.

A huge statue emerged from behind him, and a cluster of fire lit up.

The next moment, the mist in front of them seemed to be ignited by this flame, and the violent airflow spun and dissipated rapidly, blowing the hair of several people everywhere.

"Only at this time, I hope these guys can pay a little more attention to their methods and not be so rough." Shimabukuro Kimie held down her braids that were about to be blown apart and complained softly.

Hagiwara Kenji, who had been watching their actions with wide eyes, heard her voice and seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up.

He turned his head and looked at Shimabukuro Kimie, who was wearing a black shrine maiden costume and had a furious fox mask on her face, and pointed at the island in front of him: "Can you perform that, that..."

"...No!" The shrine maiden, who tried to maintain her demeanor in the strong wind, endured it, but couldn't help it, and used the blade of the scimitar in her hand to knock the tall and handsome guy in front of her, "What strange things did you hear from them!"

"Hey, didn't you just say that their methods were too rough..."

"That doesn't mean that pressing the impression space into reality is not rough! Damn, trigger, what nonsense are you talking about again!"