Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 754 Tang Ze: You know nothing about radicalism

"Yes, 'fireworks'." Tang Ze, holding a lollipop in his mouth, led Matsuda Jinpei to stand on the cliff surrounding the entire amusement park again, overlooking the scenery below, "According to my intelligence, the noise he made this time is indeed enough to be called a 'fireworks display'."

Without discussing the mysteries of the post office bombing, in the following cases, true and false, real and fake, this guy will also create a series of bombs that affect most of Tokyo, and will be proud of himself for successfully fooling the police.

Jinpei Matsuda looked up at the flames that kept blooming in the sky, his knuckles cracking as he pinched them.

The explosion is about to disrupt the order of the entire city, and the lives and safety of tens of millions of people are under threat at any time.

These are just a funny footnote to this guy's challenge to order and declaration of war on the police. If we fail to catch this extremely vicious bastard in time, even if we can save more lives like he did before, we will have to sacrifice one or even more policemen's lives again according to the other party's rhythm...

"I looked up some information about your Phantom Thieves. According to what is said on the Internet, combined with your current actions, you advocate directly punishing the criminals themselves and cutting off..."

"Ahem!" Tang Ze cleared his throat forcefully, interrupting Matsuda Jinpei's serious recitation of his own chuuni declaration, "I don't know how much Spy told you, but there's nothing wrong with your understanding of us based on the internet."

"So, you can indeed use your influence in this world to make the wrongdoer deeply regret his past actions..." Matsuda Jinpei looked at another burst of fireworks, smelled a fresher and pungent smell of gunpowder, and frowned, "Are you going to deal with Motobashi Yoji in the same way?"

With only one morning to find out the situation, Jinpei Matsuda could not confirm the nature of the Phantom Thieves, but based on the attitude of Keimitsu Morobushi, he guessed what this group of people were doing.

By means that cannot be observed in reality, directly invade the mental world of the distorted person, and by correcting the over-inflated desires, directly correct the other person's personality.

From the perspective of criminal investigation or protecting normal people's lives, this is a very good way to deal with it. As long as they discover it in time enough, many tragedies can be nipped in the bud.

But, Yoji Motohashi...

"It seems that you have a different opinion." Tang Ze smiled, not surprised, "Any other ideas?"

The criminal in this case is the type of scientific criminal that Tang Ze dislikes the most.

In ordinary murder cases, no matter how fancy the methods are, the grudges and hatreds born out of interpersonal relationships are directed.

In other words, even if there are no legal constraints, such as blood revenge, after the revenge is completed, as long as the murderer himself still has a conscience, the hatred will not expand further.

But given Tang Ze's temper, he wouldn't even mind just blowing up the murderer who wantonly magnified his personal emotions and indiscriminately attacked innocent people.

Don't talk to him about the rule of law and civilization at this time. The fact that such a person can live to this age is enough to reflect the progress of civilization.

Considering that even Sato Miwako almost shot this man to death in a fit of emotion, if the victim Matsuda Jinpei expressed an opinion that was different from what Karasawa expected, whether it was radical or conservative, Karasawa would give it appropriate respect.

"I don't accept his repentance." Matsuda Jinpei said as he crushed the candy ball in his mouth with his back teeth, with a crackling sound in his words, "The repentance of this scumbag is meaningless."

If he wanted to repent, if he was willing to repent, he should have stopped pressing the detonator long before the tragedy happened seven years ago.

The world has given him too much tolerance.

Making such a person kneel down in front of the public and cry bitterly, explaining his motives for the crime and repenting for the harm he has caused would only make Jinpei Matsuda feel disgusted.

"So, what do you think? Should we let the law punish him directly, or...?" Tang Ze tilted his head.

"It sounds like you don't mind a more radical approach." Jinpei Matsuda, who had expected to be opposed, raised his eyebrows.

"To be honest, if I didn't need to draw energy from cognition, I would be much more radical than you think..." Tang Ze smiled warmly, "Believe me, you don't want to know what we look like when we become radical."

If the casualties caused by undercover agents and former members of the organization are taken into account, the record of their Phantom Thieves is very astonishing. Even if the organizational factors are not taken into account, they are all outlaws who need to stay in prison for several years each.

The Phantom Thieves of Hearts led by Tang Ze are different from the gentle and kind high school vigilantes in the original work. From the beginning, it is a violent group, a violent machine in the gray area. This is more in line with Tang Ze's needs and closer to the working habits he has developed over many years of undercover work.

Although the cuts cannot be attributed to the person himself, don't forget that the interrogation video that shocked many people in the organization was really chopped out by Tang Ze himself. As long as Tang Ze is willing to be radical, he can be very radical.

After all, being undercover in certain organizations is much more radical than being undercover in a winery.

"...You said before that you have a good relationship with Zero." Feeling that he had heard some incredible declaration, Jinpei Matsuda's expression became subtle.

"You don't think that Zero is now a law-abiding gentleman, do you?" Tang Ze asked back, "Then guess where the code name Spy came from?"

"Uh..." Jinpei Matsuda, who had made a rough guess about the whereabouts of two classmates who disappeared after graduation, was stunned.

Well, there is a high probability that those two guys are indeed doing something illegal for work purposes...

Matsuda Jinpei, who had speculated about this, was a little worried. What if one day a detective like the squad leader, who was working on the front line, accidentally became too capable and arrested a classmate?

"Their work is of a special nature..."

"We also have special jobs, right?"

Matsuda Jinpei, who vaguely understood how he and Furuya Rei became acquainted, said: "..."

"Anyway, I understand what you mean." Seeing Matsuda Jinpei was embarrassed, Tang Ze laughed happily for a while and said seriously, "Don't let this guy run out crying and disgusting people, but don't kill him directly. Let him receive the judgment and punishment he deserves, right?"

Jinpei Matsuda let out a breath and nodded slowly.

"That makes sense." Tang Ze curled his eyes, "Killing him directly is indeed too easy for him."

There is the hellfire from the fire survivor Hinata Yuki, there are several mask users who can constantly destroy the will of others on the spiritual level, and there are the mental attack methods that Noah's Ark has slowly learned in many halls...

Tang Ze believed that they could make Yoji Motobashi have an unforgettable anniversary.

"That's not what I meant. No, that's not right. This is what I meant, but..." Jinpei Matsuda scratched his hair in confusion.

It seems that letting him just accept the punishment of the law is too easy for him, but if he is handed over to this smiling tiger-like guy in front of him, it seems as if he wants to torture him...

"I know you are still a little confused. After all, for you, you were actually trapped on the Ferris wheel a few hours ago, waiting for the countdown to your death. It is a bit too hasty to discuss with you how to deal with your murderer now. Why don't you come and see for yourself this guy's sinful hall itself." Tang Ze turned around and took a few steps back in the direction of the amusement park with his back to it.

As his heels stepped on the edge of the cliff, his clothes suddenly changed.

A black cloth covered his eyes, and his bright red scarf fluttered in the wind and smoke blowing up from the valley.

He raised his hand in the direction of Jinpei Matsuda, making an invitation gesture.

"Take a look at the world through 'his' eyes, and you may agree with me more. Come on, new hero, come and see the true face of hell." "Hey, hey, what are you doing--!"

Matsuda Jinpei took two steps closer hesitantly and saw him open his arms and suddenly fall straight backwards. He rushed forward a few steps and tried to grab the young child who was suddenly seeking his own death.

Although this place is a cognitive construct, the terrain that is nearly 100 meters deep and sunken underground is real. What is the difference between this and jumping dozens of floors directly? !

Just as he stepped onto the edge of the cliff, a flexible red scarf reached out from below and wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

A huge force came, and Matsuda Jinpei was caught off guard and pulled down from the top of the cliff by the soft yet tough cloth.

"Ah - if you want to die, don't drag others with you -"

"Don't you think it's interesting——"

"I died in an amusement park, not because I like dying in an amusement park—"

"Hahaha, that's a good joke!"

“Hey, hey—!”

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"Hello..."

Shiratori Renzaburo, who chased out of the police station to prevent the child from getting lost in the police station, saw Conan at the first sight.

This kid, who has an overdeveloped nerve and sometimes wild logic, got some inspiration from the previous phone call. Now he is checking the vehicles parked in the parking lot of the police station one by one, and no one knows what he is checking.

If you really found something, can't you just tell the police? Why do you have to come out and check it yourself...

From this perspective, these kids are really good at being detectives, and they have the kind of personality that allows them to do whatever they want without caring about the lives of others.

"Did you discover something..." Shiratori Renzaburo sighed helplessly and moved closer. "Any new discoveries should be handed over to us for processing."

"Officer Shiratori." Conan, who had his face almost pressed against the window glass, did not intend to turn around, and said in a very serious voice, "If the Phantom Thieves had not shown up, after discovering the second bomb, shouldn't you have formed a team and set out to look for other bombs along the parade route?"

"Unless there are special circumstances, Officer Megure would have requested this." Shiratori Renzaburo nodded, "Only by removing all bombs as quickly as possible can we reduce the risk of casualties."

The streets that the championship parade will pass through are not open to traffic due to traffic control requested by the parade.

This is the best time to defuse the bomb without causing any innocent casualties. A normal decision maker would definitely arrange it this way.

"This also means that, logically, you will all have to get into the police car or your own car next." Conan's voice was still serious and cold.

"Of course." Shiratori Renzaburo nodded.

"That's right. Whose car is this?" Conan released his hand that was holding the door handle of the vehicle and pointed at the car in front of him.

"It's mine." Shiratori Renzaburo could naturally recognize the vehicle in front of him at a glance. It was a Toyota Premio, and he was the only one driving it in the bureau.

"Do you have your car keys with you? Open the window! No, don't open the door, just roll down the window..."

The instructions given by Conan were very accurate. Although Shiratori Jinzaburo was confused, he instinctively met the child's request.

It’s not that anyone can order them around—although that was basically the case at the scene—but mainly based on Shiratori’s experience, if the demands of naughty kids of this age are not met, the noise and trouble they create may increase exponentially.

Apart from the film blocking the window glass, Conan could see the situation in the driver's seat clearly at a glance.

He grasped the edge of the window, leaned into the car lightly, and directly pried open the light shield above.

If the car is dispatched at noon, the driver will basically turn it on to avoid strong direct sunlight interfering with the field of vision.

A folded A4 paper, with its four corners taped with transparent tape, appeared on the back of the light shield.

Conan's observations and guesses were confirmed and he instantly became nervous. As he tore the paper off, he glanced at the time on his watch.

11:59——!
"What is this..." Shiratori Renzaburo, holding the car keys in his hand, looked at Conan in surprise as he pulled out a strange note from his car.

"Hurry, hurry up!" Without further ado, Conan grabbed Shiratori and used all his strength to pull the tall adult away from the shiny Toyota.

"Boom——!"

The next second, as Bai Niao stared in astonishment, his beloved car suddenly burst into flames and quickly turned into a fireball under the scorching midday sun.

It was not until this moment that Shiratori finally realized the meaning of Conan's question, and a chill ran down his spine.

If the Phantom Thieves hadn't intervened and directly dismantled the bombs along the way, preventing Megure Juzo from making the next decision to gather people to check the bombs, he should have opened the car door and got into his car in the ten minutes before and after.

Now, those caught in the explosion...

"what's the situation!"

"What happened? There was an explosion!"

"Are you guys okay?"

The explosion occurred in the open-air parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department, only a dozen meters away from the main entrance. Such a loud noise naturally alarmed a large group of police officers, who rushed out of the building.

Conan, who had used up all his explosive power, took two breaths, lowered his head, and looked at the paper he had snatched out just before the explosion.

Only the first two lines of the letter were visible on the paper folded into a quarter.

"I'm a strong baseball player, and the extra innings have begun!"

(End of this chapter)