Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 65

"Yes, I'm Tang Ze...yes...now? Uh, ok..."

Tang Ze put down the phone helplessly, and made a gesture of spreading his hands: "Sorry, I'm in a hurry... Anyway, Mr. Mao Li has fallen asleep now, why don't you go by yourself?"

After some investigation and reasoning, Conan has successfully embarked on the established line of reasoning. Not only has he determined that the person who traded with Tequila was Hideaki Nakajima, but he has also discovered that the explosion was not a targeted killing, but a An oolong that killed the wrong person.

He was even angrier when he came to this conclusion.

He has been small for so long, it is not easy to find clues after the joker appeared, and before he can dig out anything, he is destroyed by the murderer's killing intent.

Although this should not be the idea of ​​a righteous detective, Conan's first reaction was "what method do you use to kill people? You have to use bombs!".

And Tequila, aren't you also a member of that organization, why are you so disappointing!He was sent away by a passing murderer casually!
He came to Tang Ze to help him finish his reasoning, and by the way, detained Hideaki Nakajima, who was trading with Tequila, and asked him for some information. As soon as he opened his mouth, Tang Ze was about to be called away by a phone call.

Everything is not right, everything is not going well, good mood.

An angry Conan went to play with Mori Kogoro, who was sitting next to him and fell asleep due to a hangover. Tang Ze took two steps back, avoiding the sight of Mori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko, and quietly walked towards the exit on the side of the venue.

Kazami Yu also stood in front of the door among the police officers who blocked the scene, clasping his hands and waiting for him to come out.

"Officer Kazami." Tang Ze stepped forward to greet him politely, and asked curiously, "Are you also here to assist in the investigation of the bombing?"

Of course he knew that this person must have been called out by Amuro, and he was just curious about what excuse they would use to get him out of here.

"I'm here just for you." Kazami Yuya could only feel that there were creases between his brows because of frowning all day long, and now seeing Tang Ze's humble and polite attitude, he reflexively had stomach cramps, so he decisively took out The materials prepared earlier, "Some investigations require your cooperation."

Tang Ze looked at the photos in his hand, his heart skipped a beat, and he pressed his ribs involuntarily.

These are some killer hairstyles, and they can be seen as bad punks at a glance.

In the original body's memory, their expressions were more ferocious and terrifying than those in the photos.

These faces reawakened the phantom pain in his ribs, the humiliation and fear of being pinned to the ground, and then kicked one after another, coughing until his throat was bloody...

Tang Ze retreated subconsciously, assumed a posture of defensive counterattack, and swung Kazami Yuya's hand away.

Yuya Kazami's extreme resistance was unexpected, and the photo almost came out of his hand.

Tang Ze swayed his hand to break away from the rising negative emotions, and apologized in his heart to Yuya Kazami, the conscientious migrant worker.

For some reason, Tang Zezhao's memory was so clear that it was not normal.Human memory is like notes written on paper, which oxidizes and turns yellow as time goes by, gradually blurring.In particular, unpleasant memories such as fear, pain, panic, etc. will blur more quickly.

This is the most normal memory mode for people. After all, forgetting is a self-protection mechanism of the brain.

But Tang Zezhao's memories are different. They are like edited video clips. Once they are recalled, they will be replayed exactly one second, and the emotions and feelings in them will be reproduced accordingly.

There is probably something wrong with this child Tang Zezhao.Tang Ze was clearly aware of this.

Perhaps, the special state that he seems to have lost his memory after time travel, but he will recall it again after thinking about it, is the method of memory isolation adopted by Tang Zezhao for self-protection.He locked the memory into the corresponding "drawer", and it would not appear unless he opened it, lest he would have a mental breakdown like a hyperamnesia patient.

Tang Ze felt emotional in his heart, but his face caught the gaffe just now without a pause, and continued to act: "Where did you find the photo? Are you really with them?"

For Tang Ze, who has long-term acting experience, acting is basically a passive skill. Of course, Yuya Kazami couldn't see through it. He just regarded Tang Zezhao as including him into the chain of persecutors and expressed distrust and resentment towards him. .

"No, I'm looking for suspicious points in your case." Fengjian Yu also decisively revealed his identity, lest Tang Ze start to evade and run away in agitation, it would be really difficult to catch, he pushed his glasses, "Re-acquainted .The Metropolitan Police Department’s Public Security Department’s police department added, Kazami Yuya.”

"Public Security..." Tang Ze put away his tense defensive posture, and repeated in doubt, "Are you the Public Security?"

"That's right." Kazami Yuya praised his quick wit, and continued calmly, "There are great doubts in your case, and we suspect that there is serious malfeasance in it. Don't talk about it here, Get in the car with me."

Alright, the answer was beautiful, Tang Ze likes this kind of play to save face.

So he also adjusted his mood, and got into Kazami Yuya's car with a slightly defensive, hesitant pace.

After confirming that Tang Ze was seated, Kazami Yuya immediately locked the door and locked the car door tightly. For some reason, he felt a sense of security that he threw the wild cat with its teeth and claws into the cat trap.

Otherwise, go back and propose to Mr. Jiang Gu, apply for an electronic shackle for bail prisoners, this guy is really capable of causing trouble.

It's a pity that this attitude of staring at the criminal will inevitably make Tang Ze feel rebellious, and Mr. Jiang Gu may find it difficult to agree.

Kazami Yu also felt a little regretful, and turned the key to start the car.

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When Tang Ze was brought into the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan's reasoning was in full swing.

"The person who planted the bomb is you, Mr. Takeshita!" Conan yelled this sentence into his bow tie, and after grinding his molars, he continued, "The briefcase of Mantiantian Company found at the scene, the company logo on it is It is bent outward, which means that the explosives are not on the outside, but on the inside of the bag!"

The Mumu Police Department looked back at Takeshita Hiroyuki, who was crouching down with his head in his arms, and said seriously: "Then, is he the one who handed over the briefcase to the deceased?"

"No, it was Hideaki Nakajima who had a secret deal with the deceased who gave the bag to the deceased. Am I right, Mr. Nakajima?"

"Deal?" Megure police department turned their attention to Nakajima Hideaki again.

"Yes. The bag that the deceased took out from the item depository was 'No. 98', and Mr. Nakajima took it just now, it was 'No. 124'. The three of you jumped in line to deposit items among our group. It should be 97-" The number 99 is right. So you completed a secret transaction with the deceased by exchanging the deposit card with him."

Conan's replay is here, and I feel that the fist is hard again. Tequila, Nakajima Hideaki, Takeshita Yuxin, I really don't know who is the bad guy, and how they can make such an oolong by mistake.

The real guy who ignored it might be himself. Conan squeezed the bow tie very hard with his fingers, but continued to analyze in a calm tone.

"But the deceased did not expect that what he got was not Mr. Nakajima's deposit card, but the number plate of Mr. Takeshita, who had exchanged his own number plate with Mr. Nakajima's in advance, and stored a whole box of explosives!"

Conan poked his head out from behind the pillar, looked at Nakajima Hideaki whose face changed suddenly, and said coldly: "Be honest, Mr. Nakajima, who is the deceased, and what deal did you make with him?"

(End of this chapter)