Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 30

The method of this case is not very subtle, and the background is not very deep. The main reason is that the lethality of this car break into someone's store is very energetic.I don't know if the unlucky shop owner has received compensation.

"What are you looking at?" Conan realized that Tang Ze's gaze was always in one place, turned around and saw the closed bathroom door.

"That uncle, the state is very wrong." Tang Ze babbled nonsense, "How should I put it...there is a murderous intent?"

Conan looked suspiciously at Tang Ze's expression, surprised that he wasn't joking: "...Are you serious? Although he looks really angry, but he has murderous intentions..."

"Did I forget to mention that?" Tang Ze laughed, "My parents are scholars in clinical medicine and psychology."

This is a very interesting statement. Conan thought carefully about the state of the middle-aged man, and asked, "So, you came to the conclusion based on psychological judgment?"

"No, it should be said that I have experienced the feeling of being pushed to the edge, the moment when I couldn't help feeling 'I want to kill him'. He made me feel similar." Tang Ze casually said a few words It was only when he had a nice line that he got the point, "It's been too long since he ran to the bathroom."

Did Tang Ze say something dangerous just now?In the morning, if he didn't pay attention, this new friend made a mistake, and he would have to turn Tang Ze to the police station with tears in his eyes. Conan was enveloped again.

After another 10 minutes or so, the middle-aged man walked out of the bathroom and returned to his seat.

After being reminded by Tang Ze, Conan, who always paid attention to this person whether he believed it or not, caught the anomaly at once.

"He was licking his fingers just now." Tang Ze said.

"He changed his hand for painting." Conan also said.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

I don't know if they matched their brainwaves, but they both watched the middle-aged man's table together.

"President Ohara, did you make a mistake?" Aihara pushed the paper on the table forward a little rudely, "Do you think I'm about to quit anyway, so you squeeze me at the last chance? You have so many things. Do you want me to finish it tomorrow?"

"Aihara, this is an urgent order, and you knew the situation when you accepted it!" Ohara pushed the paper back without giving in, and took a cigarette out of his pocket irritably.

He looked at the bus passing behind Aihara, felt around his body, and said, "The lighter is missing, I'll look for it." After speaking, he got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Aihara muttered and flipped through the pages of documents, just as Conan was about to catch up with President Ohara to see what he was going to do, Tang Ze suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong?" Conan couldn't help but also stood up.

"Car, that truck!" Tang Ze only said two words, pushed open the store door and rushed out.

Conan repeated in confusion: "Truck?"

Before he had time to think about it, he chased Tang Ze out of the store, and saw Tang Ze's back galloping like an arrow, and the van on the top of the ramp, which was falling towards this side and gradually accelerating.

Tang Ze's target was obviously this car, and Conan understood the situation after a short reaction.

This truck was not driving in reverse, but slid down the slope, and the direction——

It's this little shop at the turn of the ramp!

Conan's pupils shrank, and he also ran in that direction, while Tang Ze had already caught up to the truck that was speeding up, jumped on the ground, grabbed the rearview mirror of the vehicle, and climbed onto the door.

Tang Ze looked into the unoccupied cab, raised his right fist, and slammed it heavily on the window.

Under Conan's shocking gaze, Tang Ze smashed a hole in the car window like a spider web. He reached in and pulled the door lock, dragged the door, and nimbly climbed into the cab.

At this time, the truck accelerated to the speed of a motor vehicle. Fortunately, the key of the truck was inserted into the keyhole. Tang Ze started the engine and stepped on the brake hard.

Even if Tang Ze's movements were coherent and smooth, the truck at this moment had already rushed to a distance of more than 100 meters from the door of the store. Tang Ze stepped on the brakes to death, and the truck dragged two obvious brake marks on the asphalt road. Amidst the screams and exclamations of passers-by, the van stopped almost 2 meters away from the store.

"Tang Ze!" Conan, who ran for more than ten meters and turned back, was so violently exercising and frightened that his heart was beating wildly. He jumped onto the open cab door and looked at the classmate who was acting in the action movie, "It's all right! "

"It's okay, it's okay." Tang Ze panted after sprinting for two or 300 meters and performed another set of dangerous moves, let go of the steering wheel and leaned back on the chair, "I did it, awesome, I did it... "

He knew that as long as the purpose is to help others, Ke Xue World can allow any action blockbuster performance, without any hindrance in the whole process, as long as there is God's help.

In the shop behind them, Aihara, who just couldn't figure out why the two children were running while shouting, thought that someone was running away from the order, turned his head amidst the screams of others, and saw the rear of the truck 2 meters away from the French window, and then he understood himself. The fact that he almost died in Huangquan.

Out of a cold sweat, he yelled twice and scrambled away from the seat.

Tang Ze jumped out of the cab, looked at the chaotic shop, but at least there were no casualties, exhaled, and then looked at the car door whose glass was broken by himself: "Oh, it seems that I have to pay for one of the doors." The window is gone..."

The pedestrians who witnessed the thrilling scene reacted one after another, some exclaimed, and some applauded.

"Is this your point?" Conan patted him angrily, then looked at the back of Tang Ze's hand and wrist scratched by the glass, "Wipe it, the blood is starting to drip!"

Among the skilled Mihua Town crowd, someone had already called the police, and by the time Tang Ze wrapped his hands with a bandage twice—Conan was dumbfounded at the bandage he took out from his bag—the police had already rushed to the scene.

Because of Tang Ze's timely rescue, the accident did not turn into a homicide case, and it was not the criminal police from the First Investigation Division who came.

After briefly answering the whole process of observing the strange movement of the truck on the slope top, Tang Ze walked back to the small shop amidst the truck driver's thankful voice and repeatedly saying that he does not need compensation from him.

The books they bought are still on the table.

Aihara, who had escaped a catastrophe, grabbed Tang Ze's hand, and his excitement was beyond words: "Thank you very much, thank you very much. It's too dangerous, my God, what kind of bad luck is this, it's hard to imagine my There will be such an accident..."

Behind him, Tang Ze looked at President Ohara, whose face turned blue and white when he came out of the bathroom, and said meaningfully, "Surviving such an accident is a kind of luck, isn't it?"

President Ohara glanced at the truck parked in front of the door, gritted his teeth secretly.

"This uncle." Tang Ze broke free from Aiyuan's grasp, and suddenly reached out and patted President Ohara on the shoulder, "You were almost in danger too. Be careful."

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"Did that uncle cause the accident just now?" Half an hour later, Tang Ze and Conan, who had assisted the police in completing the records, left the store, and Conan asked aloud.

"Probably so." Tang Ze put his hands in his pockets and threw back his inseparable commuter bag. "The truck driver said that he would not have parked the car in such a dangerous place, but the unloading parking space he often used Today I parked a small car, he had to stop on a slope, and when he got off the car, he remembered that he had applied the handbrake and locked the four wheels, but when I climbed in, the handbrake was not applied, and the small car The car belongs to that uncle."

There were no real casualties and losses, and the case was closed as an accident caused by the truck driver's operational error. The only victim may be the truck driver's insurance company.

Unaware of the real technique, Conan couldn't help but start to diverge: "How did he do it? Even if he climbed out of the window and pulled up the handbrake of the truck when he went to the bathroom, it was too late for him to go back to the store Bar?"

"There must be a delay device, and the time needs to be controllable."

"Yes, otherwise he would have been killed if he didn't leave his seat in time. So what is he using?"

"High-strength cables?"

"It's unlikely. On the street, it's not easy to arrange... um, ice cubes? Ice cubes under the wheels of the car?"

"It doesn't sound like a device is reliable enough to pull the handbrake off."

"Impossible, you didn't see anything when you climbed in. Tell me, will he do it again?"

"Who knows, maybe he made a device out of ice cubes? I don't think so. It feels like an impulsive killing intent. If you fail, you won't be able to bring up the second time."

"You are really unreliable, don't ice cubes leave water marks?"

The two of you guessed one by one and walked back leisurely.

While chatting, Conan glanced at Tang Ze's exposed wrist, which was wrapped in gauze indiscriminately, and a few pink lines were printed on the gauze from the slight bleeding.

... So Tang Ze is indeed a good person.

Behind them, Akai Shuichi, who had witnessed everything today, pulled the mask on his face, stopped at the corner, quietly watched Tang Ze's back go away, and approached the Polo Cafe.

Tang Zezhao has not only grown up healthy and sound, but also has grown into a very good child. You know, you will feel gratified for him.

On the street farther away, in the dark alleyway, Kazuo Ohara, who failed to succeed, walked angrily on the way back to the company.

Next week, Aihara will leave his job.If he didn't succeed this time, Aihara would probably never want to go to the shop that nearly killed him again. His murder plan was impossible to carry out again.

He didn't know whether to be unwilling or thankful and sighed.

He reached for the cigarette case in his coat, wanting to light a cigarette to relieve his boredom, but his fingertips first touched the edge of the hard paper.

"What..." Kazuo Ohara frowned and pulled it out.

This is a red card, the size of a business card, with large and small letters cut out of newspapers, forming a short letter.

"Your crimes and crimes, we know all about them.

Do not take chances on failing to practice sin.

Sincerely, Phantom Thieves of Heart"

　sry, I wrote it late today_(:з」∠)_Come on!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)