Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 755 The most terrifying episode

Standing in front of a vehicle that had been treated with a special fire extinguisher and was still emitting smoke, Shiratori Jinsaburo, with a look of fear on his face, was surrounded by several colleagues to confirm the situation.

"It is not known whether the previous explosion during the parade was aimed at the police, but this time, it is definitely aimed at the police." Looking at the rolling black smoke, Conan's expression was very serious.

This is an explosion that has been scheduled long ago.

Considering the development of today's case, if there had not been this accident with the Phantom Thieves, at 12 noon, even if Shiratori Jinsaburo had not gotten into the car yet, the Search Section, which needed to go out and check for other bomb situations, would have gathered in this parking lot.

A car bomb that explodes suddenly when no one is prepared can cause more casualties than just killing the passengers.

"What a despicable guy." Huihara Ai looked at the car and frowned as well, "Is this the car that Officer Shiratori drove to the parade site today?"

Normally, if you are on duty for a mission, it is more likely that you will drive a police car to facilitate responding to emergencies.

Precisely because they did not want to reveal their identities, the police officers from the First Investigation Division came to the scene in disguise, and naturally they could not drive the police cars.

This means that regardless of whether the explosion of Takagi's vehicle was intentional by the criminal, he was using the explosion to attract other people's attention, and recognized Shiratori during that period of time, and then installed a bomb and posted a note in his vehicle.

The mere imagination and description of the fact that Shiratori Jinsaburo drove a car loaded with a high-energy bomb back to the police station without realizing it was enough to make one shudder.

Conan was about to agree, but a voice from the other side spoke before him.

"This, despicable bastard..."

"...Officer Sato?" Conan turned around and saw Sato Miwako, who had taken the note from him with a grim face.

She held the fragile A4 paper tightly in her hands, creating many wrinkles.

She was in a very uneasy mood.

Every sentence and every word on this piece of paper flew before her eyes, intersecting and overlapping with the words on the other piece of paper, almost overwhelming her emotions.

"Officer Megure!" Behind them, another police officer from the Investigation Division 12 ran out of the Metropolitan Police Department building and ran towards the gathered crowd. "New news, all police stations under the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Police Department received the same note found on Shiratori's car at o'clock!"

"What?" Megure Jusan, who was checking the information at the scene, turned around suddenly, "Could it be that it was really seven years ago and three years ago..."

"Without a doubt, it's him!" Sato Miwako's voice suddenly rose, and she said with a tone of gnashing hatred, "It's definitely that guy!"

If the case seven years ago was the beginning of everything and is not enough to summarize the criminal's behavior pattern, then the deliberate persecution of the police three years ago can fully represent the other party's style of behavior.

This is an unrepentant bastard who is full of malice towards the police community.

"In the case three years ago, the media only released the beginning of the fax content. The specific case details, including Matsuda's full name, are all undisclosed information." Sato Miwako's face was extremely cold and hard. "Anyone who can imitate to this extent can't possibly be a copycat like the one this morning."

"Sato, I understand your feelings, but..."

"Inspector Megure!" Miwako Sato, who was holding the paper tightly in her hand, raised her head and stared at Jusan Megure and other colleagues who knew what had happened with a firm and unquestionable look.

"Let me investigate. I must find this bastard..."

Matsuda...I will definitely, definitely...

While she was still trying to get permission to take part in the investigation, her mind had already begun replaying the fax that had taken Jinpei Matsuda's life three years ago like a death warrant.

"I am a Knight of the Round Table.

I would like to inform all the ignorant and cunning policemen that at noon today... "

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"Well……"

Noticing that the person behind him had paused, Tang Ze turned around and looked at Jinpei Matsuda, who was holding his chest with his hands and frowning in silence.

"What's wrong, Mr. Policeman? Did you see too many uncomfortable things and feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

As he said this, Tang Ze glanced at the target on the right.

Like the small games that can be found in every amusement park, this palace, which was born from Yoji Motobashi's evil thoughts, is also filled with various small games, mechanisms, and amusement facilities.

What is quite different is that the layout and theme of the entire park are basically related to the police, and the murderous intent and evil that can no longer be suppressed are about to flow out.

For example, the target on his right is for playing darts.

Human-shaped targets are a bit exaggerated, but they are not unheard of - there are a lot of Gin target standees in Akai Shuichi's palace, and Karasawa even made one and placed it in his villa - however, targets wearing police hats and with cracked faces and bloodstains make people feel particularly uncomfortable.

Not to mention, his hall is not only aggressive, but also has an obvious playful and malicious tendency.

The most important passages in this hall are blocked by several large facilities. If you want to pass through it, you must go through many levels and experience these facilities one by one before you can head to the next one in the direction of the exit.

In the very center of the park is an extremely exaggerated Ferris wheel.

According to Tangze and Noah's detection results, the secret treasure is right there.

It seems that although Jinpei Matsuda's tenacity and fearlessness prevented the murderer from achieving his greatest ambition three years ago, this guy was very pleased with himself for having easily manipulated Jinpei Matsuda's life.

If you want to go to the Ferris wheel, you have to go through these facilities one by one, but if you want to enter the facilities, you need to give tickets and tokens.

These props can only be played through mini-games, just like the targets in front of you.

Tang Ze picked up a dart from the stall and threw it steadily at the target.

The red and black dart hit the center of the bull's eye accurately, and then the target, which looked like a seriously injured policeman, actually spurted out a line of blood at the place where it was hit.

The target, covered in blood, fell to the ground. On the stall, celebratory sounds were heard and several round tokens rolled down and landed on the tablecloth in front of him.

Tang Ze picked up a token and looked at it carefully.

The tokens given out in the previous game are slightly different. Printed on the tokens this time is Jinpei Matsuda's own ID photo.

The one used by the media to publish obituaries in the news.

"He really hates you, and he's very proud of you." Tang Ze shrugged his shoulders, handing the token representing concentrated malice to Matsuda Jinpei, "This is a guy who deserves to die. Even if he hadn't colluded with the organization, I really wanted to..."

Tang Ze didn't continue speaking. He just made a gun gesture, pointed at the signboard representing the stall owner on the stall, and made a shooting motion.

Tang Ze, who had never regretted his career choice in his two lives, found it difficult to tolerate this kind of thing.

Jinpei Matsuda looked at himself on the plastic token for a moment, then put it into his pocket expressionlessly.

He did not respond to Tang Ze's question, but walked forward and picked up a dart from the tablecloth of the dart booth.

Then he turned around and threw it without hesitation at the round object that looked like an eyeball on the treetop on the other side.

The round, fruit-like object made a crisp sound the moment it was hit by the dart, and then exploded into a ball of sparks.

The light around the stall changed color, and a red spotlight covered Tang Ze's position from top to bottom.

This is the battle after being discovered. This eyeball-like thing seems to be a mechanism for monitoring visitors in this hall, almost acting as a camera.

If they don't pull it out, a steady stream of shadows will continue to harass them while they are playing the game. However, if they pull it out directly, as is happening now, they will be instantly discovered by the surrounding shadows due to the full alert value, which will have the effect of a range taunt.

It can only be said that the owner of the hall, Yoji Motobashi, is also in an unstable mental state. Not only is his alert level high, but his aggressiveness has also been maxed out.

If Tang Ze was not a Phantom Thief who had graduated to the maximum level, he would never dare to come here alone.

Looking at the shadows slowly approaching, Tang Ze raised his hand, protected Matsuda Jinpei behind him, and pressed down his blindfold.

Behind him, a dual-sword warrior wearing red armor appeared.

Before those shadows wearing clown masks approached, Tang Ze raised his hand first.

With the help of many opening buffs, the wave-like sword energy spread out in all directions, and the fierce 8 physical attacks directly shattered the shells of all the shadows.

In the interval before the battle began, Tang Ze finally heard the voice squeezed out from Jinpei Matsuda's teeth behind him.

"If that's how you wanted to get under my skin, you did it. I am very angry, Joker."

"Then remember this anger, Mr. Policeman. See the truth!"

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"hiss……!"

Yoji Motobashi staggered to his feet, holding onto the wall beside him, and frantically groped his left cheek with trembling fingers.

His face was covered in sweat, and big tears were falling down the rims of his glasses.

It was not that he was feeling sad or any other emotions, but in the hallucination just now, he saw with his own eyes that a bomb hit his left eye directly. The severe pain and the burning light made him burst into tears physiologically.

Now, even though the hallucinations had faded, the intense pain still lingered on his face, filling him with fear.

He was going crazy, or rather, he had already gone crazy. He was completely driven crazy by this strange scene that kept creating phantom pain and making him die painfully in hallucinations over and over again.

It was already past 12 o'clock and his performance notice had been sent out. This should have been the happiest and proudest day for him in recent years.

He had already made those who had experienced his power live in fear for three years, and now it was time to accept the results...

What exactly is going on? !
Is it because today is the day he is going to start his performance?!

It's impossible, absolutely impossible. Today is obviously a good day for him, an absolutely important day. It is the opening ceremony of his magnificent performance. He can only feel excited and happy, just like when he places the prepared mechanisms in every designed location.

How could he have kept seeing terrifying explosion hallucinations just because he was going to create an explosion, and even went so far as to almost lose the ability to distinguish between reality and illusion, driving himself crazy?!
Someone wants to harm him, someone must want to harm him...

Yoji Motobashi's eyes were wide open, and his bloodshot eyes were rolling around in panic in his eye sockets. Then they suddenly widened even further, and his eyes were almost about to pop out of the frame on his thin face.

Yes, if someone is harming him, then he can go find a "psychologist"...!
With trembling fingertips, Yoji Motobashi took out his cell phone and dialed the number as if he had found a life-saving straw.

"Hello, hello... Doctor, doctor, it's me, Motohashi, help me, someone is watching me..."

"Idiot, since you know you are being targeted, just shut up."

The voice distorted by the voice changer was so emotionless and calm that even Motobashi Yoji, who was already sweating profusely, felt a chill on his back.

He knew he shouldn't have made the call. Those who had bought his works repeatedly told him not to contact them unless the police had traced him and were about to find them.

But driven by the instinct of survival, Yoji Motobashi could no longer care about so much.

"I was there to help them with 'after-sales' this morning, and then I was targeted! They must have found you, save me, save me quickly...!"

"So, it was the Phantom Thieves of Hearts who dealt with that batch of goods this morning? Hmm, interesting." The voice on the other end of the phone rose slightly, "Okay, I see. We'll take care of it. Take a pill first and don't call this number again."

"But——! Hello, hello?!" Unwilling to give up, Yoji Motobashi wanted to continue speaking, but the other party hung up the phone without giving him a chance to refuse.

He gritted his teeth, took a few breaths, and his emotions slowly calmed down.

Since the other party already knows who his enemy is, then surely those omnipotent people with unimaginable energy will have a way to deal with the troubles he has.

...Of course, it is also possible to just get rid of him.

Fortunately, the police, who are still being manipulated by him, have not yet caught any clues about him. The priority now should be to protect him as a stable source of supply of goods.

Comforting himself in this way, Yoji Motobashi slowly stood up, pulled out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and randomly stuffed two pills into his mouth.

As the medicine slid into his stomach, perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Yoji Motobashi felt a little more confident.

The sharp noises around him eased a little after the phone call was hung up. By the time Yoji Motobashi walked out of the alley step by step, the noise that had been ringing in his head for almost an hour finally subsided a little.

Could it be that this medicine can directly eliminate the influence of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts...

Pondering these questions in his mind, he felt guilty and did not dare to go any further into the alley ahead. He had to choose the exit on the other side and slowly walked out of the back alley of the store.

It was quiet all around, there were no more sudden explosions or sparks.

Yoji Motobashi paused for a moment tentatively, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that those people would have a contingency plan.

Feeling a little more relaxed, Yoji Motobashi was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of something flickering in the trash can beside him.

Feeling something was wrong, Yoji Motobashi focused his attention a little and quickly saw what was in the trash can.

That's the reflection from the glasses.

To be more precise, it is the reflection of an eyeball, or a corpse, of a person wearing glasses on the left side.

This was half of his face that was destroyed by the bomb that exploded five minutes ago.

Yoji Motobashi only felt a horrible pain on his face and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"what--!!!"

Standing on the other side of the road, Asai Narimi, who was leaning against the wall playing Bubble Bobble, rubbed his ears and held the headphones a little further away.

The scream is quite loud, this pervert.

"It sounds like that organization has prepared some measures to deal with us." Putting on his headphones again, Asai Narimi said softly.

"It's a pity that now they can't even catch up with us." Miyano Akemi sneered softly and listened to the distorted screams of Yoji Motobashi in the headphones.

Motohashi Yoji screamed and dialed the number again regardless. However, this time, all the members of the Phantom Thieves following him heard the sweet and hollow tone indicating that the number was out of service.

There is no doubt that Yoji Motobashi, the guy they had targeted, was abandoned by those people after they confirmed that he could not escape the encirclement of the Phantom Thieves.

(End of this chapter)