The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"You guys are just in time."

Watching Hattori Heiji get off the motorcycle and lead Toyama Kazuha to approach, Maori Kogoro curled his lips, glanced in the direction of Akechi Goro's peripheral vision, but didn't say anything.

It's easy to imagine that this is Osaka, their home ground, and the Suzuki family is cooperating with the Osaka police headquarters for security. The slightest movement here can't be hidden from the son of the police chief's family.

"Sorry, sorry, mainly because this is a rare opportunity. Kaito Kid has basically not been to Osaka many times." Hattori Heiji waved his hand, "What's more, with all of you here, I should come and take a look."

While speaking, he looked straight at Hoshikawa Teru who was standing aside with a smile on his face, and secretly said "Huh" in his heart.

Why is Akechi Goro so quiet today... It's not like his style...

Is it because the people of the Suzuki Group are in front of him, he needs to maintain his image and can't expose his sinister and mean side too much?

What a cunning guy.

Not knowing what the other party was secretly complaining about, Xingchuan Hui just watched him approach silently, and his feet involuntarily took a half step back.

It was not that he was timid, but mainly because facing these friends who were already very close to Tang Ze, he always felt uneasy that if he said too much, it would be easy to reveal some information. If possible, he really wanted to shorten this time.

Suzuki Sonoko had no idea about their private lawsuit, but she once again secretly expressed to Mao Lilan that she thought Hattori Heiji was a handsome sporty guy, and then she took her bestie's hand and led a group of people into the venue.

Standing in the museum called Modern Art Museum, but the interior decoration style is not simple at all, and can even be called very gorgeous. Mao Lilan listened to Suzuki Sonoko introducing the venue and exhibits along the way. She was a little dazed and stared at her bestie's profile with a stunned look.

Although she had initially realized that Suzuki Sonoko had really made her own way before and after the Kisaragi Mine Water Painting Exhibition hosted by Kitagawa Yusuke, and even earlier, when she accepted Karasawa's advice and began to establish a public welfare aid foundation due to the influence of her elementary school teacher's case, she watched how Suzuki Sonoko went from complaining when she saw the report to being able to attend some formal occasions in a proper manner...

She was watching all this happen, watching Suzuki Sonoko step by step towards the routine of the Suzuki family children, but at this moment, watching her constantly introduce the upcoming exhibition with a little excitement, as if she was the owner of this place, she clearly realized that Sonoko really did it.

"Amazing..." Ran Mao Li couldn't help but praise, "Sonoko is really amazing now."

"No way." Suzuki Sonoko was a little embarrassed by her sudden praise and pushed her, "You are exaggerating. I didn't participate in much work. At most, I went back and forth a few times to check the situation of the venue. Most of the things are still in the charge of Mr. Nishino and his team."

"Miss, you are too modest. The master and his team are also very satisfied with your work this time." Upon hearing this, Masato Nishino, who was one step behind her, quickly took over the conversation.

"You're just surprised that I actually want to do things seriously." Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand indifferently, "After all, I had no interest in these things before."

"No, it's really amazing, Sonoko." Mao Lilan held her hand and said seriously, "You should ask Kyogoku to come with you, or at least take some photos for him to see. He will definitely be more fascinated by you as a passionate strong woman."

"Xiaolan...!"

"It's really unexpected." Looking at the two of them fighting in a ball, Conan retracted his gaze and commented, "Sonoko is a guy who gets excited for three minutes, and she didn't even get excited for three minutes for things like work and study before."

Like Mao Lilan, even though he knew that this friend who grew up with him had indeed entered a new stage, he didn't have a clear concept before he confirmed it with his own eyes.

"It's normal for Sonoko-san to say that." Tang Ze, who has been involved in almost all of her career lines, shrugged. "She doesn't lack motivation, and she has never lacked enthusiasm. She just didn't have interest before. As the daughter of the Suzuki family, even if she has accomplished nothing in her life, as long as she doesn't violate the social order and morality, everyone will praise her as an excellent young lady. She just had little interest in these things in the past because of these reasons."

Even if she is the eldest daughter of a chaebol family, it is in line with people's psychological state.

She must have heard a lot of praise before, and therefore, her threshold must be very high, and she has long been accustomed to all kinds of positive responses, so of course she didn't have the initiative to prove herself and develop her career.

After all, no one would be interested in doing something that doesn't get positive feedback. For her family, it would be right not to do it. If she really started a business, she might lose all her family assets. Then of course she would not do such a thankless thing that would reduce the risk of her reputation.

Now, the operation of the foundation has accumulated a lot of reputation for her, and Kitagawa Yusuke's accident has made her a lot of limelight. She really feels this sense of achievement, and naturally, she will start to seek progress.

"You think highly of her..." Conan couldn't help but look sideways when he heard him say this.

"Anyway, ordinary chaebol daughters will not become such good friends with Xiaolan." Tang Ze replied lightly, "She is indeed a very good person."

Terri Hoshikawa, who was walking on the other side of him, withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and silently glanced at Tang Ze.

Conan and the others might be confused by this extremely high evaluation, but as Tang Ze's teammate, he could guess a little bit of the reason.

For unknown reasons, although Suzuki Sonoko did not actually sponsor the Phantom Thieves, Tang Ze would often praise Suzuki Sonoko's generosity, especially when commissioned to clean up the subway website, and when he used Kumer's name to get money from the organization.

Tang Ze's explanation for this was, "This is all thanks to Suzuki Sonoko's fortune in profit sharing"...

Who knows why? It sounds a bit metaphysical, but they know that this is the way it is.

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After taking them on a tour, Suzuki Sonoko quickly took the elevator and went up to the president's office on the top floor of the exhibition hall.

There, Suzuki Sonoko's father, Suzuki Shiro, was receiving several foreigners. Following the footsteps in the corridor, he looked at the people coming, and immediately stood up with a smile when he saw his daughter's figure.

"Mr. Mori, and this one, Akechi-san, you're here. Welcome." Suzuki Shiro came over with a smile and shook hands with them one by one. "Thank you for coming all the way from Tokyo. You've worked hard."

"Hello."

"This side is here. Sorry to bother you."

"Ah, and Ran, Karasawa, and Conan." Suzuki Shiro nodded to them in the same friendly manner, and turned his eyes to the end of the team. "Who are these two...?"

"This is the famous high school detective Hattori Heiji from the west, and Toyama Kazuha. He is also a very powerful detective, and he comes from a police family, so he is very good at solving cases." Suzuki Sonoko introduced with a smile.

This is a euphemism to show that he has a deep relationship with the police system in Osaka.

Suzuki Shiro raised his eyebrows and immediately understood what she meant. When he extended his hand, his attitude became more peaceful and humble.

"You are young and promising. I'll trouble you this time too."

"Leave it to me, old man!" Hattori Heiji's greeting was also very personal.

"Hey...what an impolite way to address someone..." Maori Kogoro glared at him.

"It's okay, it's better to be friendly." Suzuki Shiro shook his head and took the initiative to introduce the people sitting on the sofa in the reception room, "Let me introduce them to you."

Tang Ze, who was in high spirits, immediately raised his head and looked at the other people in the room.

The meeting he had been looking forward to for a long time was finally about to begin.

"This is the first secretary of the Russian Embassy, ​​Siruov Chinikov."

The first person to be mentioned was naturally the one sitting on the far right, who was obviously the most prestigious visitor in the room.

Tang Ze listened to his Japanese pronunciation with some accent, silently observed his physical features for a while, and then turned his eyes to the next one.

"This is Mr. Qian Jiangyi, the art dealer, who I specially invited." Suzuki Shiro spoke a little faster this time. Obviously, he had a general impression of the second guest, "and this one..."

Tang Ze's eyes finally stopped hiding, and naturally turned to the woman sitting there with a dignified posture as he introduced.

This is a very typical Slavic person, with lighter skin than the yellow race. Her flaxen hair, gray eyes, and deep eye sockets fully demonstrate her ancestry.

However, she was wearing a water-colored cheongsam, which was not appropriate. The slim cut exposed her body curves that were completely different from those of Asians. Following Suzuki Shiro's introduction, she slowly stood up, even with a bit of pretentiousness.

"This is Pu Siqinglan, an expert scholar specializing in the study of the Romanov dynasty."

Pu Siqinglan lowered her head slightly and uttered two Chinese characters in a very fluent accent: "Hello."

No one else present reacted to her actions, but Tang Ze, who knew what real Chinese people were like, spent some effort to control his expression and not let himself show too obvious abnormality.

You have to say that her Chinese level is really not good at all, but her words are actually standard Mandarin, which is more authentic than what Tang Ze thought he would hear.

But because it was too authentic, it had a strong ABC flavor, half broadcasting accent, and was far from the normal Chinese accent.

Tang Ze was evaluating the real thief who sneaked in with a fake identity. Suzuki Shiro was naturally unaware of this and naturally introduced the next one.

"And this is Mr. Ryu Kamikawa, a freelance photographer who applied to take photos of the collection."

The man holding the camera turned his head and nodded perfunctorily at them.

"We are discussing the Egg of Memories." Shiro Suzuki saw that everyone had finished the initial greetings, and took the initiative to bring up the content of their current discussion, "After all, we only discovered by chance that this craftwork was actually one of the Emperor's Easter eggs..."

"In short, it is to assess the value." Qian Jiang has been speaking frankly, "Even if it is the Suzuki family, if they want to apply for insurance for a new exhibit, they have to know its basic price, right?"

"Oh, so, have you discussed the conclusion?" Maori Kogoro glanced at the photo spread out on the table, half curious and half tentatively asking.

He probably knew the price that Suzuki Sonoko invited Akechi Goro this time, even if it was just the advertising fee, it was a bit too high.

If this was a less valuable exhibit, as the most eye-catching protagonist of this event, it would be a bit off.

"800 million yen." Pu Siqinglan lowered her head and whispered a number.

"8, 800 million?!" Maori Kogoro repeated in a slightly cracked voice, "Is it so expensive?!"

"This is because it is not inlaid with precious gems. Otherwise, the price of a single piece may be more than 1.5 billion..." Qian Jiangyi waved his hand, pretending to be regretful, "Anyway, now I can only offer 800 million. But if you are willing to give it up, this price is not impossible to negotiate..."

"No, Mr. Suzuki." Hearing his confident tone, the secretary of the embassy could not sit still and stood up immediately, "This is the legacy of the Romanov dynasty and a precious cultural relic belonging to our country. Rather than letting it flow into the black market dealers who only look at the price and have no vision for the value of the item, it is better to give it to us for storage. You know, we have the world's most famous art gallery..."

"Do you think I have no vision?" Qian Jiangyi raised his eyebrows.

"Haha, it's really interesting. Photographing people is more interesting than photographing that egg." Sitting on the side with the camera held up all the time, Hanchuan Long laughed twice, and turned the camera to Pu Siqinglan's direction, "And you. You look so unmoved. If you didn't desire it, you wouldn't be sitting here today. You are an expert on the Romanov dynasty."

"... There's no way, after all, I can't afford 800 million." Pu Siqinglan lowered his eyes and sighed.

"That's true, it's not a small amount, I can only afford 200 million..." Hanchuan Long grinned.

Obviously, the meeting that was discovered by the detectives was a transaction bureau in the name of appraising the value.

Regardless of whether Suzuki Shiro planned to sell it, everyone sitting here today was interested in buying it.

Pu Siqinglan's eyes moved slightly, and she glanced at Hanchuan Long obscurely.

He was hinting that it was difficult for one person to fight against the encirclement of a professional collectibles dealer like Qian Jiangyi, and asked her if she wanted to consider cooperation, such as jointly investing to fight against Qian Jiangyi's financial offensive.

Her mouth was straightened for a moment, and when she met Hanchuan Long's sight, she just lowered her head humbly, as if she wanted to agree to the alliance temporarily.

"Everyone, I understand your feelings, but this is all after the opening of the exhibition." Suzuki Shiro clapped his hands and interrupted their silent communication, "How about talking about this topic another day? The police and detectives will be here soon. You also know that we have another problem to face."

This is a very clear order to expel guests.

Knowing that it is impossible to achieve the goal today, several people stood up, and after saluting with Maori Kogoro and others who walked in, they began to leave the reception room one by one.

Xingchuan Hui, who was looking at them with a calm face, suddenly felt something pulling his cuffs. According to the position where they are standing now, it is Tang Ze.

This means that their target has appeared.

So, even though his brain hadn't reacted completely, his fingers had already instinctively flicked and threw the prepared transmitter onto Pu Siqinglan's handbag.

This lady, maybe she was too concerned about emphasizing her Chinese persona, not only was she wearing a cheongsam, her earrings were jade, and even her handbag was a very Chinese-style small shoulder bag. Ignoring her face and body shape that didn't look like a Chinese at all, it was like she was playing some Republic of China style cosplay.

The micro transmitter smoothly entered the interlayer of Pu Siqinglan's bag and was taken out by her without her knowledge.

Although she was an internationally notorious thief, in theory, her vigilance and technical ability would not be too weak, but for this special transmitter that was strengthened by the hands of the Phantom Thieves...

The organization's vigilance must be stronger than that of an international thief. Tang Ze had already thrown eight or nine such transmitters on Gin without giving up.

In the end, they were all destroyed along with the clothes that Gin replaced because of his excessive prudentness. None of them survived for more than a week, but none of them were discovered by Gin or the organization.

In addition, the fact that Gin actually had a wardrobe of identical black coats also shocked Tang Ze.

"President..."

Not long after the few people left, Nishino Masato walked in carefully with a tied wooden box in his arms.

This is the highlight of today, the egg of memories that has caused so many disputes and realizations.

All the people who sat down, including Suzuki Sonoko, who had thrown it in the warehouse as a toy for many years, sat upright and leaned over, but Tang Ze's mind had already left with the transmitter.

The egg of memories is indeed exquisite, a handicraft that has consumed many skilled craftsmen and money, with a kind of exquisiteness and ingenuity that mass-produced industrial products cannot surpass, but in the final analysis, its most precious place is not the value measured by money, but its significance to the study of history.

This is a treasure that can directly prove that its former owner is a descendant of the royal family of the Romanov dynasty, hiding the true roots that dare not be announced to the public in troubled times.

Although there is no imperial food to be collected now, this identity does have a certain value.

Tang Ze fully understands that Kaito Kidd saw through its essence and wanted to fulfill the romanticism of this silent past, but Tang Ze is not that type.

That being said, when Suzuki Shiro demonstrated the mechanical effect of the Egg of Memory and everyone's attention was attracted by the golden sculpture of the royal family, Tang Ze still quietly placed a transmitter of the same type that Hoshikawa Teru had thrown out on the velvet base where the Egg of Memory was placed.

Half an hour later, Kuroba Kaito, who was still working hard to tie the eavesdropping device to the pigeon's feet, was attracted back by the continuous notification sounds and wild vibrations of his mobile phone.

He turned his mobile phone over and poked Noah, who was using his APP icon on the desktop to shoot randomly like a basketball, and looked very depressed: "Hey, it's okay for you to run into someone else's mobile phone without permission, but why are you messing around? I'm very busy now. If you make my mobile phone run out of battery and miss important information, let your boss wear my clothes and go out to steal it for me!"

Thinking of the fact that Tang Ze had come to Osaka, Kuroba Kaito was very angry.

This group of heart thieves who rely on their special abilities and have any information at their fingertips not only have no aesthetics of thieves, but also cannot even respect the most basic business privacy of their peers.

He already knew the purpose of his targeting this thing, and even called him several times, explaining that this matter could also be used to study the relationship with their cognitive science in disguise, which would be beneficial without any harm, but he still ran over without hesitation and turned his head to make trouble for himself.

Tang Ze, this guy——

"It was our boss who asked me to find you." Noah nimbly dodged his finger, put the icons back in place, and then waved his hand, and the icon of the thief line instantly enlarged.

This time, what was displayed in front of Kuroba Kaito was no longer the familiar, simple chat software, but an electronic map.

On this map, two red dots were constantly flashing and changing their positions.

"This, this is..." After studying it for a while, Kuroba Kaito found that it was the map of the Osaka city area and slowly opened his eyes.

"'Cheater'." A cute version of Noah poked his head out from the edge of the screen and smiled, "Leader said that as compensation for interrupting your work, he will give you a shortcut. However, the price is that there are two signals here, one represents life and the other represents death. It's up to you to track which one and how to use it."

This means skipping those fancy tricks to deceive the police and simply and rudely telling him the destination.

Letting go of his hand, letting the white dove that had been manipulated for a long time escape, Kuroba Kaito's mouth twitched for a while.

"It's like this again, how dare you call yourself a thief..."

Noah shook his head seriously: "Tang Ze said that this is called 'one force breaks all laws'. Just tell me if it works or not!"

Kuroba Kaito held his forehead: "Is the key point the question of whether it works or not?"

It was obviously a romantic duel, but now the other party rushed over, pointed to him with a map, and said that the thing was here, so don't look for it blindly.

What's the difference between this and writing the murderer's name directly on the first page of a mystery novel!

"Hehe, don't take it lightly." After keeping this map page in Kuroba Kaito's APP, Noah enlarged the two red dots and slid his hand back and forth on the two dots. "Leader came to Osaka this time not for the egg of memories, but for you."

"Huh?" Kuroba Kaito's expression couldn't hold back for a moment, "Although I know his purpose is to make things difficult for me, it's still too much to say it directly?!"

"What are you thinking, Tang Ze is not that kind of person." Noah crossed his arms and expressed dissatisfaction with his rude accusation, "Your goal this time is not that simple, you have been targeted by others. He doesn't think you will be easily caught by the police or detectives, but not everyone is as rule-abiding as the police and detectives."

The confrontation between the thief and the police, and the thief and the detective is itself a process of rule of law against criminal behavior. Naturally, they will not take illegal means that cross the line casually.

After all, to put it bluntly, Kaito Kid only stole gems, and most of the time he would put the things back. No matter how huge the amount involved was, he was not guilty of the crime.

But other desperate criminals were not so simple.

"Eh?" Kuroba Kaito was stunned this time.

"I don't know if you have heard of the 'zoo', but according to the leader, you should know most of it." Noah tilted his head, "There is a well-known international thief who specializes in hunting treasures related to the Romanov dynasty. His name is 'Scorpion'... Scorpion, that means scorpion."

While Noah greeted his busy colleagues, Tang Ze also made a friendly voice to another colleague on the other side.

Tang Ze looked at the woman who walked out of the store and met him head-on, and smiled at her somewhat shocked expression.

"Oh, I saw you at President Suzuki's place this morning. Your name is, Pu Siqinglan, right? What a coincidence to meet you here."

Looking at the survival goods store behind her, Tang Ze's smile on his face became more sincere.

Is it a rule among thieves to fix weapons in a model shop? Wouldn't it be too conspicuous?

But it's not bad. When it comes to the types of scum, he likes this kind of bachelor.