Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 215 Conan: Did the detective eat your rice?
"A few of them ran to the newspaper office?!" Conan's eyes widened, his voice raised, "Just now?!"

"Yeah." The policemen didn't know why, but nodded and replied, "The group of kids said something like 'someone has been kidnapped and they're still making counterfeit banknotes', and asked them if they had any evidence to prove what they said. I couldn’t give it, so I said I was going to find evidence by myself or something..."

Oh no, these brats who like to make trouble for others...

Conan gritted his teeth hard, and ran to the opposite street with Haibara Ai.

"What nonsense..."

Even if the people on the opposite side are not from the organization and can kidnap others to make counterfeit banknotes, can they still be harmless people?What will the three primary school students use against them?

"Oh, this kind of energy to cause trouble..." Hui Yuanai tried hard to catch up with Conan's short legs kicking so fast, and he couldn't forget to complain pantingly, "it's true that detectives will Do it."

"Hey, hey..." It's such a time, why are you still holding on to him, this guy Huiyuan...

Conan shook his head, he had no choice but to let go of Haibara, who had an inexplicable opinion of him, and rushed into the small building where the newspaper office was located.

"Yuantai, why don't you stop for a while, the people in the newspaper office will be angry..."

"Whispering! We haven't found evidence yet!"

Yuan Taichuga's loud voice came through the door, making Conan slightly relieved.

It sounds like everyone is fine, maybe they haven't been discovered yet, probably.

Raising his hand, Conan was about to reach for the doorknob of the newspaper office, when the cold and hard metal touch suddenly stuck to the top of his head from behind.

"The detective game is over, kids." The man with a fleshy face grinned maliciously, "Really, uh..."

The shocked expression on Conan's face hadn't settled yet, the gun on his head had already slipped down, and was caught by Haibara Ai standing aside.

"Just say that people are messing around, and you are not going anywhere, big detective." Skillfully dragged people one by one, tied them up with his own vest and threw them in the corner. Touching Conan's head, "You are also a primary school student now."

After working as Kumail for a long time, Tang Ze's Ke Xuetai skills have improved significantly.

First of all, his actual combat experience has indeed enriched a lot. The fighting skills that Tang Ze learned before are the killing techniques that are really used in combat.

He said he was a policeman, but he was packed and sent to work as an undercover agent before he graduated. In fact, he hadn't been on duty for a day, and his staff was only made up after he retired.

Secondly, when he and Toru Amuro acted together, they beat the sap too many times, and they already had a sense of rhythm.

It is commonplace to subdue a middle-aged uncle with only ordinary violent experience in a few seconds.

"I..." Conan looked at Haibara Ai, who also had the same disapproving expression, and said with a stiff neck, "I have anesthesia injections, I also have strong shoes, and I'm not an ordinary elementary school student..."

"You want to say that even if you haven't become smaller, you are no better than you are now, anyway, you were just as reckless before, right?" Tang Ze shot back mercilessly, "If you change your problem, you won't As for being knocked down by the sap of gin, it has become like this."

Conan held his breath, not knowing how to refute for a while.

...Damn it, what he said was quite reasonable.

"Pfft..." Haibara Ai, who caught the gun, opened the magazine to check the condition of the gun, and couldn't help laughing when he heard that Conan was choked by him.

Conan's resentful eyes immediately moved over.

What happened to you detectives, one or two...

"Let's find a way to find out the situation first." After the chat, Tang Ze touched the door glass with "Dadujian Newspaper Office" written on it. The frosted glass film adhered to the whole glass from the inside, and through it, only There were a few shadowy figures, "Three of your classmates ran in, and the missing person was also inside, so there are 4 hostages in total. How about the number of criminals?"

"At least include a woman in a black dress, the tall man I saw in a convenience store before, this one has been brought down, but I tend to have other accomplices..."

"For the time being, let's assume that there may be more than three people on the other side. Since this one is carrying a gun, it seems that they will also have other guns in their hands. When they break in later, be careful about the positions of the four hostages. This gun will be handed over to you. is that OK?"

Conan disturbed the two people who had already begun to divide the work in a weird way, and retorted: "'4 hostages' or something, Mitsuhiko Motota and the three of them haven't been taken hostage yet, have they?"

"Well..." Tang Ze glanced at the door of the newspaper office.

While they were talking, the three children seemed to have finally found some important clue. The excited shouts of several people passed through the door with no sound insulation effect, and were clearly heard by several people.

"Look at this, look at this, there are so many Fukuzawa Yukichiya!"

"It's all ten thousand yuan bills, wow! Awesome!"

"I can buy a lot of unagi rice!"

"What eel rice, this is evidence, evidence, if we take this to the police station..."

Tang Ze spread his hands: "Since they will arrange people to squat here for you, guess if they have deployed monitoring equipment?"

Conan also silently raised his hand and patted his forehead.

Children lack common sense, and it's not that he can't understand it at all, but they are not nervous at all when they are in the enemy's line. They...

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The three people inside the door did not feel the slightest sense of tension, they were still head to head, looking at the newly discovered paper excitedly.

"These are all counterfeit banknotes made by them." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya unfolded the paper full of banknotes printed on it. The huge paper was roughly the size of A2, and it was difficult for elementary school students to unfold it. "It really looks like the real one. Things, it feels the same. But these group marks are so strange..."

"That's right." Ayumi, who was close to him, also murmured, "All Fukuzawa Yukichi have no left eye, wouldn't they be seen right away?"

"Because it's the same as painting a tumbler, little sister." The woman's sneer sounded, and the three of them were startled, and looked towards the door on the other side of the office.

A woman in a black dress held a gun and walked in leisurely, looking like a villain, her high heels made a rhythmic sound.

"Two eyes are drawn only when wishes come true. Have you never played such a game, children?"

"Ah, the woman in black, you are the one who kidnapped brother Junya!" Mitsuhiko, who turned his head a little faster, immediately reacted and took two steps back nervously.

"You guessed right, kid, but it's a pity that there is no reward for answering the questions." The tall, thin man they saw in the afternoon walked into the door with the young man who was tied up in a ball, and said happily.

The woman in the black dress slapped him unceremoniously: "Shut up, they all came here after you, you idiot. If you didn't go out with the semi-finished products that are not transparent, how could you even kill the children?" They can see that something is wrong with you."

"Oh, isn't this too similar, I couldn't hold back." The man was not annoyed when he hit her, and he still had a playful smile on his face, but what he said was very cruel, "Everyone is here, they all see me The face of the child, so let's get rid of them? It happens that no policeman will believe what a child says, and no one will find out."

"You don't need to talk about it." The woman snorted coldly, and the gun in her hand was raised steadily.

"What are you going to do, don't do anything to these children!" The man who was held hostage was very nervous, and said in a trembling voice, "If you do it, I won't finish the painting for you..."

The woman was unmoved, ignoring his powerless struggle: "It's okay, don't you still have a younger brother? You should miss him very much too, we will find a chance to bring him. As for these few..."

Saying that, she pointed in Ayumi's direction and pulled the trigger.

(End of this chapter)