Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 157 I Treat You to Pancakes! (Added to Lowland Ghost)

"Mr. Sensible, hey, it's dangerous!"

Shui Wuliannai who was standing behind him couldn't help but screamed.

Inside and outside the camera, all the people watching this scene almost couldn't help but take a step forward, and even the photographer holding the camera obviously staggered forward.

"Ahahaha, no problem." Tang Ze raised his hand casually, without any intention of coming down, and the leg hanging outside the window even wobbled.

In the downstairs room, those who saw this dangerous scene couldn't help but sweat for Goro Akechi.

"Sensible, come down quickly!" Mori Kogoro couldn't help opening the window, ignoring the blood stains on the glass, he pushed the window out and looked up.

He is located in the warehouse on the 7th floor, just above the crime scene. When he was just studying the floor plan, he wisely proposed the idea of ​​having a conversation with this side in the room above.

So when they found that he looked like he was likely to fall from the building, the people in the room opened the window almost without thinking, and looked up.

What caught Mori Kogoro's eyes was the black muzzle of Akechi's hand, and a pair of deep eyes bent over him.

"Clap" sound.

Mori Kogoro covered his forehead and hissed.

A round white rubber ball bounced on his forehead and bounced into the room.

"This is..." Mumu Police Department bent down to pick up the ball that rolled to his feet, "BB bomb?"

"Yes, this is the prop we used in today's show. I asked Ms. Nagai to bring it for me." Tang Ze kept leaning over, shook the gun in his hand, and then let go of it lightly.

The model gun fell straight down, hit Kogoro Mori, and bounced into the room as well.

"That's how you accomplished the 'impossible crime', didn't you, Mr. Matsuo?" Tang Ze turned his head and looked at Takashi Matsuo in the room, "Conan, what's up with you, did you find it?"

"Found it!" The camera cut from Takashi Matsuo's stiff face to Conan who was waving his hands at the camera, "Are you looking for this, Brother Akechi?"

The camera pulled a close-up in the direction of his finger, and the edge of the green belt could be seen in the picture, which was the sidewalk on the ground outside the TV station building.

On one of the bricks, small cracks could be clearly seen, and in the center of the crack was a squeezed and deformed metal bullet.

"It's amazing, little detective." Not surprised by Conan's discovery, Tang Ze praised without hesitation, "This is the evidence that can testify to my reasoning. It was launched from the seventh floor and penetrated the head of the victim on the fourth floor. Then, the fatal bullet penetrated into the ground."

"So, the other bullet marks in the room are the murderer's intentional camouflage to confuse the location of the shot." Mori Kogoro rubbed his forehead that was hurt by the rubber bullet, and he already understood his intention. Not good at discovering and summarizing clues, easily farfetched.

However, with such an obvious chain of evidence presented, he also understood, continued to play the corpse dutifully, and sat down at the angle of the window: "After shooting, he threw the gun into the fourth floor, and the dead victim People, they will lose their strength and slide slowly... sitting here paralyzed, just like when he was found."

"That's right," Tang Ze's gaze shifted from the screen feeding back the information of other camera positions to Takashi Matsuo who was sweating a little, "As for how you did it... I guess, it is when the deceased died Just like me now, say on the phone, 'I'm in the warehouse on the 7th floor, I'm going to commit suicide', and the deceased will rush to look up the window like Mr. Mori, trying to stop you. "

Matsuo Takashi couldn't help trembling a little.

He clenched his fists and looked at Goro Akechi who was sitting sideways on the window, looking at him coldly with disdain from the corner of his eye.

Tang Ze half-closed his eyes, covering his pupils, hiding the flashing golden luster in his eyes.

"You don't have evidence, you're just guessing out of thin air!" Matsuo Takashi burst into anger, clenched his fists, and rushed forward in two steps, trying to push Akechi Goro out of the window.

Inviting this kid is an absolute failure!

If it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him—!
Tang Ze couldn't tell whether he understood or sighed regretfully. Before Rena Mizumu reflexively knocked down the crazy Matsuo Takashi, he flipped his palms, and a pistol slipped from his sleeve, and was held by him without hesitation. He raised it and aimed at Takashi Matsuo.

Matsuo Takashi's intense emotions were interrupted by the muzzle of the opposite door, which made him unable to stretch out the hand that wanted to kill the opponent.

"Be careful, Mr. Matsuo." Tang Ze no longer maintained such a dangerous sitting posture, the gun in his hand was raised steadily, and he jumped off the window frame to stand upright, and the gun in his hand was directly pressed against the opponent's face. On the door, "You're a gunner yourself, so you can tell—this is not a model gun for jokes."

The cold muzzle on his forehead made Takashi Matsuo tremble involuntarily, he could only repeat tremblingly: "You have no evidence, you have no evidence—"

"Let me think about it." Tang Ze tilted his head, put his empty finger on his temple, and made a distressed expression, "The test for gunpowder smoke reaction is definitely not going to work, since the plan is so tight, you must be ready A cover-up plan."

Matsuo Takashi, who had calmed down a lot, took a step back slowly, avoiding contact with the gun, tugging at the corners of his mouth, but did not respond.

"It shouldn't be an obstruction." Tang Ze continued self-consciously, "The variety show has been recorded so far, except for the short film time, you rushed here to carry out the murder plan, and you have never left my sight. Although your marksmanship Okay, but when killing people, you need to hold the phone in one hand and shoot at the victim with the other hand, and the cover will cause too much trouble. It is only possible that you are wearing gloves and changing clothes... Coincidentally , This warehouse is a prop warehouse belonging to a studio.”

He said, without putting down the gun in his hand, he just walked back slowly, stretched out his hand, and precisely grasped the clothes that glowed faintly red in his sight: "—For example, this room happens to be of the same style as the clothes you are wearing your suit? Guess, can the police find your sweat stains and gunpowder reaction from it?"

This is information that was not given in the original work, but Tang Ze, who has a third eye, was originally a natural detective hang brother, fearless.

Gritting his teeth for a moment, looking at the suit hanging on the hanger in his hand, Takashi Matsuo's shoulders still slumped.

"...Ha, hahaha." Matsuo Takashi smiled wryly, "So I said everything, I shouldn't have invited you over, Suwa Michihiko is an idiot."

"So it was Mr. Suwa's idea to invite me as a guest?" Tang Ze glanced at Rena Mizumu who was standing aside with a face full of surprise, thought for a while, and asked deliberately.

Since it's your own troubles, it's better not to increase the workload for the unlucky undercover colleagues.

The guy responsible for the scapegoat is cold, the more blame the better, just throw it away.

"Yeah, he is such a person who does his own thing. He changes the plan without permission, adds and deletes the program flow without authorization, let alone the guests, and often doesn't even inform us." Takashi Matsuo looked at the surprised and inexplicable colleagues in the room, and simply ignored him. Confidentially, "Suwa and I obviously planned this show together. In the end, he kidnapped me as the host and forced me to give up the producer's right to speak. I have endured it. This show is my painstaking effort." , collecting materials and writing scripts every week... My entire career has been bound to this variety show, and in the end, he actually wanted to replace me!"

"So, today's program..."

"He was planning to replace me this time. I used his excuses to blackmail him, and then I dispelled his idea. He took revenge on me and completely changed the script of the whole show. He just wanted to embarrass me!" Takashi Matsuo shouted, and tears flickered in his eyes again, very small, but more real than every time he cried today.

Outside the door, the policemen who caught up came behind Matsuo, he looked back at the handcuffs in the policeman's hands, and bent his back as if his energy was completely taken away.

"...Sorry, Akechi-kun." Before being taken away by the police, Takashi Matsuo smiled wryly, "I don't know, what happened to me just now. 'Killing Mr. Suwa's demon'... Maybe, it is Let it be a prophecy."

Tang Ze didn't respond to this, but just put the gun in his hand back into the gun pocket on his back, and watched Takashi Matsuo's back.

What else could be wrong?The Phantom Thieves of Heart claimed responsibility for the incident.

However, Tang Ze is not a real muffin man after all. Although his twenty-faced face looks a little bit like Cthulhu, he definitely does not have any special abilities like "insanity". He is just a provocation.

In the real world, this kind of debuff skills will also be greatly weakened. For people with normal willpower, his skills can only make people slightly stunned.

In other words, if Takashi Matsuo hadn't had the killing intent himself, if he threw the provocation and threw it to the SP empty, at most it would only make people feel that he was a little underwhelmed.

"Sensible-kun, are you okay!" The policemen ran up together, as well as the worried Megure police department and Mao Li's father and daughter, "Even if you want to restore the situation of the crime and stimulate the murderer, it's too risky for you to do this!"

"It's fine." Tang Ze smiled brightly, "Don't worry, everything is under control~"

"Really, you told Conan the plan, and you didn't even talk to me first." Mori Kogoro stomped his waist angrily, "I'm really scared to death by you."

"Hahaha, I was just kidding, didn't I hurt you?" Tang Ze smiled brightly, "As for Conan, I didn't tell him about any plans. He is really a smart kid, and he is already a qualified detective. .”

"Hey, no matter what, as long as the case is solved." Kogoro Mori heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the camera chase the dejected Matsuo Takashi away, "Leave us alone. Lose it."

"Father, keep your voice down." Mao Lilan glanced at Rena Mizumura and others who were still in the room, poked Kogoro Moori on the back, then looked at Ming Zhi, and said with a smile, "Mr Ming Zhi hasn't eaten yet, right? Do you want to be with us? I haven't thanked you enough for what happened last time..."

"Okay," Tang Ze responded immediately, thinking of his cousin who was also hungry, and added, "Do you mind if I bring someone along? My makeup artist, Ms. May, stayed at the TV station because of an unexpected case. "

Mao Lilan suddenly recalled that lady with an extremely avant-garde appearance, grinned awkwardly, and nodded bravely.

"In that case, why don't we go to have a roast tonight—"

"How about eating muffins?" Tang Ze interrupted before Mao Lilan said the forbidden line, "I know a shop that makes delicious muffins."

That sentence, no!

This is a real two-thorn ape, and it will be awkward after speaking.

Even if they don't know how to speak, if they go out for a meal and then do some murders, do they still have to get off work?
If you really want to add some debuffs, you might as well try my muffins.

"Muffins?" Mao Lilan was stunned for a moment, "That's right, I almost forgot, Mr. Mingzhi grew up in the United States, so he should not be used to Japanese food."

"Actually, I've gotten used to it slowly, but it's a rare opportunity. This store is not far from the TV station. His cocktails are also very famous, and the bartender is quite famous. Well, although at my age , No matter in the United States or Japan, I can’t drink alcohol yet, and I haven’t tried it, but I think Mr. Mori will like it, right?” Tang Ze looked at Mori Kogoro again, and continued to throw out the bait.

Kogoro Mori, who just wanted to say that he was not interested in western food and sweets, suddenly became energetic after hearing this: "It sounds like a very good restaurant..."

"Yes, I like it very much. Let's go, I'll treat you." Tang Ze smiled and turned his hands away, and secretly pressed the phone that Toru Amuro called.

His commotion today was indeed not small, it was live on TV, and he almost jumped off a building...

Toru Amuro must have seen it all, I just hope he won't get too angry when he goes back.

"That..." Ayako Nagai, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, came forward after seeing that several people had already discussed where to go tonight. Hurry up, it won't delay everyone's dinner."

Tang Ze turned his head and found that she didn't run out with his partner to continue filming or talking. He was a little surprised.

Nagai Ayako’s style of painting is exactly the same as that of Nikmai TV Station, which belongs to the standard Mihuacho Kryptonian reporter style.

He thought that this person should also be the most standard media person whose everything is in line with traffic, but he didn't expect that he would not follow the focus of Matsuo, and came to chat with the detectives who had been abandoned.

"Okay." Tang Ze thought for a while, but didn't refuse, and walked to her side, "If it's just a simple conversation."

Nagai Ayako nodded hastily, and led him to the door.

Seeing several people leave one after another, Rena Minzumu, who was at the end, slowly took out her phone, pressed the keyboard quickly, and edited the email.

At the same time, her blue eyes glanced at Tang Ze's back from time to time, thinking secretly.

Is this a young detective with an American background...

(End of this chapter)