Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 126 Time Management Master Tang Ze
Conan, who was chasing the signal, rushed to the scene on a skateboard, leaving only Akira Hirota lying unconscious on the ground with his face crooked.

Fiddled with the glasses, Conan checked the signal on the lens and the address in front of him, reconfirmed that the source of the signal was attached to the man in front of him, and frowned.

After quickly confirming that it was not a corpse, Conan turned the man's crooked face, but did not see any obvious trauma, so he called the emergency number after calling the police.

"Why did he pass out here..."

Thinking about sorting out the process of what happened, Conan squatted down and opened the man's pocket.

Before the police came, Conan checked the man's belongings while scanning everything in the alley, not letting go of any possible clues.

"Ah, I have a document. Is this a passport?" The man's wallet was placed in his chest pocket, and when he opened it, he could see a stack of brand-new banknotes and exchange vouchers for pachinko shops. Inserted a passport and room card.

He opened the passport first.

The photo on the passport belongs to the tall man in front of him.

"Hirota Akira!" The moment the name came into view, Conan immediately stood up straight.

According to joker's information, Hirota Kenzo and Hirota Masami are both pseudonyms.

At this moment, the tracker on Ms. Yami's body was attached to this man, but he was also surnamed Hirota...

Did he take Hirota Masami away from the hospital, or did Hirota Masami escape from the hospital just to join this man?
So what's the situation now, Masami Hirota knocked him down and left, or is there a third person present?
The thoughts in his mind were spinning rapidly, and Conan was still quickly surveying the scene.

Soon, he found the pair of fish mouth high heels discarded at the top of the trash can. This was the style Masami Hirota was wearing today. While squatting down to tie the shoelaces, he stuck the transmitter on the Here it is.

There was no blood, and the shoes were in good condition, as if they had been forcibly removed.

Loosening the shoe, Conan saw a small white dot out of the corner of his eye. He bent down, picked up a small white bead from the wall behind the man, and held it in his hand for a closer look.

"Made of rubber, this is, BB bullet?" Conan pinched the texture of the bead, estimated its size, and made a guess.

Was Akira Hirota stunned by this thing?
Toy guns, model guns, as soon as such keywords appeared in his mind, Conan immediately remembered the lifelike model gun that the joker took out on the train that day.

What did this man do secretly again? Did he find Hirota Masami as soon as he informed him of Hirota Kenzo's death?

Damn it, I would notify him whenever I had news, why did he have any plans and what he was going to do, and he didn't even give any warning.

Some kind of dissatisfaction with the Riddler briefly arose, remembering that joker asked him not to contact him temporarily in the previous phone call, Conan endured and endured, and did not call back, and turned his attention back to the ground on the man.

If the joker knocked him out, maybe there is no need to worry about Masami Hirota's trace for the time being.

However, three pseudonyms with the same surname, related paths, and an inexplicable tracing request...

Conan held his chin, all kinds of information from the past few days were intertwined and began to slowly outline a clear context.

The murdered Hirota Kenzo, the racetrack, the pachinko, the debt slaves of the yakuza affiliated with the organization...

Why did two gamblers with huge gambling debts suddenly become rich, and even Kenzo Hirota paid a year's apartment rent in one go; how did these two people get in touch with the organization, Masami Hirota, in What role does it play?

With a flash of inspiration, Conan opened his eyes wide.

Tang Ze's sigh full of emotion played back in his ear: "I just suddenly felt that life is indeed not easy, and 10 billion yen is the largest case..."

He tightly held the room card in his hand and smiled confidently.

"Hi, is this Police Officer Megure?" Pulling the voice changer to his lips, he said to the person on the other side of the phone, "It's me, Kudo Shinichi... Please take someone to find Conan as soon as possible. Man, it may be the real culprit of the murder case at hand. Please be sure to investigate the murderer's situation carefully. I suspect that he, the deceased Hirota Kenzo, and the missing woman Hirota Masami were just The three inmates of the 'billion bank robbery' that took place."

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Letters of communication, following the radio waves through the crowd, are like secret whispers, and the few words on the several-inch screen fall into Tang Ze's blue eyes with the sliding of fingertips.

【Are you following Hirota Masami? 】

[What are you doing Tang Ze, why don't you answer the phone?What is Gin looking for you again? 】

[Are you sure you want to do this leader?It sounds like there are too many uncertainties. 】

【I know you are not Tang Ze, your plan will not succeed. 】

[Come to Mihua Station, as soon as possible. 】

"Huh... so tired."

Turning off the screen briefly, Tang Ze closed his eyes, and slowly adjusted his breathing in the afterglow of the setting sun. The sound of vehicles' engines, the whispers and footsteps of pedestrians, and the crisp bicycle bells merged into a white noise-like background, making him The mood gradually calmed down.

"I'd better catch more younger brothers. There are only two members of the Phantom Thieves, and one of them can't show up casually. I have to do everything by myself. Time management is really not easy." Tang Ze leaned on the back of his chair and said to himself, " I took off the onion skin, I took off my clothes, I really want to sleep, drink some wine and relax in my dreams..."

"Sir, your coffee."

"Ah, thank you." Tang Ze opened his eyes, took the tray from the waiter with a smile, "Please give me two more cubes of sugar, please."

"You're Japanese." Hearing Tang Ze's words, the waiter hugged the tray in surprise, perhaps aware of the impoliteness in his words, and quickly waved his hand and added, "I thought you were a foreign tourist... What you just said didn't sound Japanese."

"It's really not Japanese. I'm practicing my spoken English, miss." Tang Ze picked up the coffee, squinted and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, remember my cube sugar."

The young and lovely waiter was blushed by his smile, and smiled shyly and embarrassingly, and walked back into the shop with his head down.

This is Tang Ze's repeated psychological hint to himself. Some things that should not be said here should not be said in Japanese.

This is also Tang Ze's experience and habit of being an undercover agent for many years. He is used to being cautious, and acting has almost become an instinct, so until the end of the mission, no one actually noticed his undercover identity. After a little fun, it is not impossible to get out of the body...

Tang Ze didn't reply to these messages one by one until his sugar cube was delivered.

[Don't worry Hirota Masami, I'm here.On your side, pay attention to the safety of Akira Hirota and the style of the organization, you also understand. 】

[Don't worry, small things, it's over tonight, I'll go back to the cafe tomorrow~]

[Do as I say, go to recognize the world and wait for me, there will be no problem. 】

[Excuse me, are you...? 】

【I'm already here, senior~ Where are you guys? 】

The sound effect of each email being sent successfully sounded softly. Tang Ze sent all the messages, swallowed the coffee in his mouth, and put his commuting bag on his shoulder.

He will not be complacent about the success of a small amount, after all, in fact, he chose a conservative plan.

He seems to be trying not to change the development of things much, he only dares to speed up some parts a little bit, hide some parts a little bit, and slowly add his own strength to it.

In the end, he is deeply afraid that too many changes will increase the unknown future and make everything deviate from his vision. People who like to make plans are most afraid of losing control.

With a wave of Tang Ze's hand, the Tarot floating there was scattered, and the line of shining "Desperate Destiny" also disappeared from the field of vision.

"It's obvious that I hung up with such a big one... Should I call it cautious, or should I call it cowardly?" Tang Ze laughed at himself and shook his head, "Go to work."

(End of this chapter)