Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 752: Slow Cooking for Three Hours

"The criminals used a plastic bomb, and the detonator was a timer... Although many details of this case are different from a case three years ago, it is very likely that the criminals are targeting the police now..."

Inside the cordon, Megure Juzo took the reports sent by his subordinates and began to explain the case to the police officers conducting on-site investigation.

When Haibara Ai came back after placing Hoshikawa Teru on the bench, she saw Conan with a serious look on his face, holding his cell phone and walking in the completely opposite direction of the scene.

"What's wrong, Kudo, do you disagree with the police's investigation results this time?" Haibara Ai stopped Conan, who was keeping his head down and silent, and glanced at Hoshikawa Teru, who was also keeping his head down and silent.

Kudo cannot be allowed to get too close to him. Although Hoshikawa Teru can deceive the detective for a while, it is still very difficult for him to completely avoid revealing any flaws.

"I really don't agree." Conan took the time to look up at her and shook his head. "The mastermind of this case is definitely not the criminal from three years ago. It's more likely to be a copycat criminal."

"Very confident."

"Well, after all, the behavior patterns are completely different." After sending the email in his hand, Conan analyzed it seriously, "Officer Sato and his team talked to us about this case before. At the request of, uh, someone, I did some analysis for him."

Haibara Ai, who had seen Noah's records with her own eyes, raised her eyebrows and did not comment.

She guessed who Conan was messaging.

"This case should be the new target of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts." As expected, Conan's next sentence directly revealed, "The characteristics of the guy who detonated Officer Takagi's car are completely inconsistent."

If he had no experience with the series of bombings that lasted for seven years, he might not be able to come to a definite conclusion, but his opinion is based on his own reasoning and the information he has been exposed to.

"Seven years ago, when the criminal committed his first crime, he and his accomplices tried to blackmail the police by threatening to use bombs. The two of them installed bombs in two different apartment buildings in order to extort a huge ransom. During the negotiation and bomb disposal process, due to some misunderstandings, one of the criminals died accidentally while fleeing. Therefore, the other person concluded that the police deliberately set up a trap and killed his companions, and immediately activated the bomb that had not yet been dismantled..." Conan paused briefly here.

This resulted in the death of a police officer who was performing a bomb disposal operation.

Skipping this heavy part, Conan continued: "It seems that the criminal held a grudge against the police because of this, and three years ago, he committed another bombing."

"Eh, is this true? That's too much..." Yoshida Ayumi, who had approached them at some point, frowned, "This is totally taking your anger out on others!"

"No, it's more like madness than anger." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya curled his lips while crossing his arms. "They were the ones who first built the bomb and tried to extort money from the residents' safety. They started committing crimes, okay? Why, is crime something that has no cost and no risk?"

If you choose to take risks for the sake of profit, you should be prepared to bear the consequences. Why does this criminal act as if the police are at fault...

Conan looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Maybe he really thinks he's done nothing wrong. In fact, most criminals in this world think they are good people."

After being arrested and exposed, most of them will try their best to prove that they have done nothing wrong, or if they have done anything wrong it was only a minor mistake.

Like the criminal in this case, whether he really thought so or used the death of his accomplice as an excuse, at least he convinced himself that he was a "brave man" who took revenge on the police.

"So, what you mean is that the bomb that attacked Officer Takagi is different from the criminal purpose of this criminal?" Haibara Ai understood Conan's meaning a little.

"Yes. This criminal has killed two policemen, but his purpose has never been to 'kill the police', but to try to 'destroy the reputation of the police'. He wants to use more people's lives to prove that his point of view is not wrong and that the police are 'despicable'." Following this logic, Conan shook his head because of the absurdity, but continued to analyze, "He will not kill Officer Takagi directly, otherwise he will become a 'bad guy'."

With a childish and arrogant way of thinking, this prisoner is just like an unreasonable child who tries to make others act according to his wishes.

But this "child" holds a weapon that is enough to take the lives of many people.

"But the explosion that just happened was intended to kill Officer Takagi."

"How terrible..." Ayumi Yoshida clenched her sleeves as she watched the hull of the vehicle shattered on the ground within the cordon following the explosion.

"It's hard to say which one is worse." Haibara Ai shook her head.

"But I just heard from Officer Megure that the bomb debris found at the scene has been proven to be very similar to the bomb from three years ago." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya held his chin and pondered, "Why is this? Or does the bomber have a teacher-student relationship?"

"It's hard to say, maybe that guy is selling the bombs he made himself." Kojima Genta touched the back of his head and complained quietly, "Just like that, that, Moriya Teiji."

As a bomber who also attracted the attention of the whole city, Teiji Moriya's glorious deeds were based on things he could never do.

He used underground trading channels to bribe someone to steal a batch of high explosives from the gunpowder depot.

Seven years have passed since he started committing crimes. The bomber also needs to spend money to improve his skills, continue learning and researching. He has to eat, right?
Hearing the sound of two beeps from the phone indicating a new message, Conan quickly took out his phone, opened it to confirm, and then the corners of his mouth rose.

"It's also possible..." He showed the email page, "He has found a new partner for himself."

In other words, this time, the fuse in his design changed from a physical bomb to the roving bomber himself.

[Guessed right. He found himself a new "first bomb".

Joker

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"The criminal is a person who pays great attention to rapport. This is not surprising in itself. Mentally ill criminals always have a sense of ritual." Tang Ze put away his phone and shrugged at Matsuda Jinpei beside him. "Seven years ago, he designed two bombs, one difficult and one easy, to insure his blackmail. And his team configuration also follows this logic."

So after the death of the "less difficult" "first bomb", that is, the unlucky guy who died seven years ago, he became the "real killer" that was detonated immediately afterwards.

After that, he did not look for a similar partner for himself.

Maybe he doesn’t want to look for it, or maybe he can’t find it, and he may think he can do it alone.

"But due to some influence, maybe this website, this guy's ambition must have been further magnified. So this time, he found another 'detonator' for himself." Tang Ze analyzed, "So once this detonator is uprooted..."

"He's about to have another attack." Jinpei Matsuda narrowed his eyes and looked towards the exit of the alley.

There, the stopped parade was being evacuated in a jammed area, and the noisy crowd was still in a commotion over the development of the situation.

Going forward from here, you will enter the road section that the convoy was originally scheduled to pass through, but is now blocked due to an emergency.

"If the two cases had not intersected, I think the police's explosive ordnance disposal personnel could have solved them. However, they now come from your old rival, Mr. Matsuda."

Tang Ze shrugged his shoulders, and his joking attitude made Matsuda Jinpei unable to confirm for a moment whether he was targeting the bomber or the police.

When I met this white-haired boy in the morning, his attitude was relatively gentle, even a little nonchalant.

Something pissed this guy off.

Is that the website?

Jinpei Matsuda judged the current condition of this temporary teammate in his mind, nodded calmly, and took the heavy toolbox from the other party.

Reflexively touching the cigarette box in his pocket, Jinpei Matsuda lowered his head to look at the brand new toolbox in his hand, then looked at Joker who was standing leisurely in front of him and didn't look like he was about to leave, and withdrew his hand regretfully.

He was more accustomed to lighting a cigarette when he needed to concentrate, but he was not so lacking in civic sense as to smoke in front of minors.

"I'll leave it to you next." As if he had expected this, Tang Ze felt in his pocket, pulled out a lollipop and handed it to Jinpei Matsuda.

He guessed that the same style as Akai Shuichi should be suitable for old smokers like them.

Jinpei Matsuda was speechless for a moment, and had no choice but to take it in his hand as well.

What kind of thinking is this group of weird guys in the Phantom Thieves? In this case, instead of giving people lollipops, shouldn’t they just avoid it themselves? It’s just right to stay away from the explosives and ensure their own safety.

Isn't it funny to see him squatting there defusing a bomb with a lollipop in his mouth?

"Jing said that you have made arrangements for that person. Is there something that I can't see?" Before walking out of the alley and into the sunlight, Matsuda Jinpei asked cautiously.

Being able to survive is definitely not a bad thing, but he has not yet figured out what the relationship between Morobushi Kagemitsu and these people is, and he is still worried about the situation of Furuya Rei.

As for the current situation, whether it is because the doubts about him have not been resolved, so someone is sent specifically to monitor him, we need to wait and see further.

I hope these guys didn't really use their power to do anything too outrageous...

"Don't worry. We are not those people who are willing to sacrifice our lives for the sake of profit." Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's just that there is no need for you to participate in the battle over there for the time being."

"You mean, that world?" "Hmm. Carnival, theme park, what a childlike person. It reminds me of an old friend. Since he is such a naughty child, let him have an interesting dream."

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"Matsuda, Matsuda——"

Yoji Motobashi, who was mixed in the crowd and trying to smell the familiar smell of gunpowder, heard the voice. The originally happy expression on his face changed slightly, and he looked in the direction of the call almost ferociously.

Matsuda is not a very uncommon surname, and he knows many people with this surname, but today, he doesn't like this name.

For Motohashi, having his plans interrupted again and again was annoying.

He didn't know the full name of the policeman who would rather sacrifice his life than go against him, but he had seen the memorial service from afar and heard the cold description of this man on the news.

Holding a lofty heroic dream, he died alone dozens of meters in the air, in exchange for a flat and cold description of three sentences on the evening news...

Seriously, is being a police officer some kind of awesome job? You're playing with your life, idiot.

In the direction he was looking, a tall woman with short black hair was standing there, constantly shouting this name to the crowd around her, as if she had lost contact with someone.

Although her figure from the back wasn't very good, for some reason, Motohashi felt that this woman was probably good-looking.

She looked a bit like the policewoman who was shouting at the top of her lungs under the Ferris wheel three years ago.

Perhaps it was the surname that awakened the deep malice in him, or perhaps it was the figure that evoked memories of the past, Yoji Motobashi could not help but clench his fists, causing the small remote control to creak.

He was indeed the one who sold the item, and he also requested the time and place.

Anyway, the people who buy things don’t really care where the things are used or who is killed. They just want to create as many casualties as possible to attract attention, to echo the bombing three years ago, to completely divert the police’s attention. It would be best if all the police were busy chasing the explosion site to leave enough time for their robbery.

Knowing that they were just part of his smokescreen and understanding their purpose, Yoji Motobashi still came to this noisy place as if he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack.

He made the fuse himself, so he should light it himself.

It would be best if we could not only completely catch the police's attention, but also enable them to follow the clues and catch these smart guys.

For something as serious as robbing a post office for cash, the search section would probably have to clear out all the available manpower and send them all to the scene to wait for the criminal, right?

When they return with a full load and their vigilance is at its lowest, a letter from Motohashi, the genuine criminal, will surely completely break down their psychological defenses.

Really, can't wait to see this scene.

Under the dual effects of excitement and anger, Yoji Motobashi, who was hidden in the crowd, couldn't help but follow the direction of the crowd and slowly approached the woman who was chattering and calling people.

Just put your small gift in her handbag or shopping bag, then press this button, and all these troubles will disappear.

A tiny change can make the world change and spin at your fingertips. This kind of free and easy pleasure is the charm of explosion.

Thinking of this, Yoji Motobashi patted the woman's shoulder lightly with little force, ready to find the right gap and stuff the small ball of plasticine in his sleeve into the right place.

The woman seemed to have very sharp senses, and she turned her head towards him the moment he touched her.

And only the head.

Like an owl, the head suddenly turned 180 degrees without warning and headed straight towards Yoji Motobashi.

Before Yoji Motobashi could see her appearance clearly, a series of shrill laughter suddenly came into his ears.

The next second, the woman standing in front of him suddenly exploded.

The scorching flames swept over in an instant, and the huge shock wave of the explosion made Yoji Motobashi feel that his face was melting in the high temperature and severe pain.

In the last moment before he lost his vision, he saw a pair of golden eyes looking straight at him through the firelight.

It was a man with black curly hair and a cigarette in his mouth. The tweezers in his hand moved closer and closer, and along with the sound of an explosion, it pierced into his eyes fiercely.

"Ah——!!!" Yoji Motobashi tried his best and let out a shrill scream.

After shouting, he blinked, and the scene destroyed by the explosion suddenly returned to normal.

The evacuated crowd was still following the guidance of the police, walking slowly along the railings towards the JR station and accepting traffic diversion. The midday sun shone directly on their bodies, brushing away some of the chill.

Because of his sudden scream, the police who were responsible for directing the evacuation of the crowd, the pedestrians who were squeezing together and walking ahead, and even the players in the cars that were driving slowly past them, all cast strange looks at him, as if they didn't understand why someone was shouting and acting crazy for no reason.

Yoji Motobashi was stunned for a moment, then took a few deep breaths.

The pain of his skin and muscles dissolving in the high temperature still remained on his face, causing him to instinctively scratch the side of his face, trying to get rid of the strange itch.

What's going on? This is, how...

Why did he see and feel the sudden explosion, and why did he see the deceased policeman.

Is it because the date has arrived?

Impossible. He had never felt guilty for killing a few insignificant policemen. Deep down in his heart, he even blamed these people for their non-cooperation.

If the person who died in the upper position had a higher position, someone would have definitely investigated the cause of the case and dug up the conspiracy between the police and the TV station and the vicious fishing seven years ago.

What a useless guy, Motohashi kept thinking.

Over the years, he ate well and slept well, and he had never even had a nightmare. The flames of the explosion always brought him pleasure and happiness. How could he fall into negative emotions because of such a thing?

So, that was...

"Sir, do you need help?" The policeman standing on the outskirts of the crowd seemed to have noticed that Benqiao had stayed there for too long, so he moved closer to him.

Yoji Motobashi suddenly woke up and instinctively took two steps back. He ignored the screams and scoldings of the person behind him who was almost stepped on by him. He kept a distance from the police and struggled to get deeper into the crowd.

He was still holding such a large piece of plastic explosive in his hand, and now he was caught and interrogated by the police, which was a big problem.

After Motobashi Yoji hurriedly walked past, Asai Narimi, who was standing at the innermost circle of the crowd and moving forward holding the isolation railing, blinked, and the golden light in his eyes slowly dissipated.

He and Shimabukuro Kimie, who was a few steps away, looked at each other across the crowd, nodded to each other, and followed the direction that Motobashi left, then slowly followed.

Their abilities are more or less related to their mental state. After confirming that the target is in the cognitive world and the real world, it is not difficult for them to recreate the illusions that drove Kyosuke Fuuto crazy, gradually defeat the opponent's mental strength, and then weaken his power in the cognitive world.

The reason why this is rarely done is simply because there is really no need for it.

A large part of what happened to Kyosuke Fudo was because everyone was so enraged by the scene in his palace that they all wanted to give this guy an unforgettable nightmare.

And now, they need it again.

"Are you sure you can simulate an image that is closest to Matsuda for him?" asked Morobushi Kagemitsu in a low voice, following them at a distance of two meters with his bass bag on his back.

"No problem. The images we took earlier are very clear." The Noah puppet hidden in his hood replied, "It's well-filmed. It will definitely scare the bastard to death."

"Take it easy. We've even added the burning of Avici Hell to his body. Be careful that he doesn't last until three in the afternoon..."

"It won't kill anyone anyway. Ah, his mental fluctuations are recovering. Lunar, do it again!"

Less than two minutes later, another howl with a changed tone was heard from afar.

All the members of the Phantom Thieves followed this guy who was about to be slow-cooked for three hours and left the streets under martial law little by little.

It's still early, for everyone.

(End of this chapter)