Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 787 Ireland: You Wait
"I really don't understand why the police station would hire that kind of person." Sitting back at her workstation, Miwako Sato couldn't help but complain to her colleagues around her.

Although the people from the Investigation Section took advantage of the convenience of contact to discipline the other party a little, she was still furious when she thought about what Conan mentioned on the phone.

The environment of the detention center is very complicated. The prisoners detained there are all kinds of people, including hooligans detained for public security issues and suspects temporarily detained because of a case.

In addition, since the detention center is more or less an institution for temporary detention, it does not have the orderly arrangements of a formal prison. It is equivalent to a very rough large bunk bed. Living under such conditions for a long time is torture in itself.

It took two months from the time Tang Ze was detained to the time he was tried. From the perspective of a criminal case, this is not a long time, but a minor must have suffered a lot to be detained in a detention center for such a long time.

As a result, there happened to be a scum like Adachi Toru who vented his anger on the weak with his sword!

"This case has been dragging on for so long, and victims keep appearing one after another. The superintendents must be under a lot of pressure." Shiratori Jinsaburo guessed.

"The pressure is huge, but you can't be so indiscriminate..." Sato Miwako shook her head and did not continue to criticize with harsh words.

The serial murders that occurred in multiple locations were so contrived and the murderer's declarations were so strong that the Metropolitan Police Department was under great pressure.

It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that choosing to recruit a former detective with a suspicious background like Adachi Toru at this critical juncture was a desperate attempt to find a cure, but the real considerations were probably not far off.

The death scene of the previous victim was horrifying, and the next victim may appear at any time. Now their most important job is to solve the case, and they can no longer be bound by means.

"We have to admit that Adachi Toru has a keen sense of serial murders, which allows the police to temporarily ignore some of his personal flaws." Shiratori Jinsaburo, who has already read the files, said pertinently, "If we have to blame someone, it's probably our incompetence."

If they could solve such a big case independently, the police force certainly would not want to invite Adachi Toru or Mori Kogoro, let alone call all the police officers involved in the case.

Except for Maori Kogoro who was already active in Tokyo and did not ask for compensation for participating in the case, the others were all expenses...

"Ha, the detectives from Nagano Prefecture and Gunma Prefecture are here. I have to go meet them." Takagi Wataru, who walked out of Megure Juzo's office, let out a sigh as he returned to his seat. "The police from Kyoto will probably also come to the JR station. What should I do if they run into Adachi Toru..."

Several people understood the implication of his words.

Adachi Toru was originally a policeman who was involved in the Karasawa case, which means that he should have been working in Kyoto, so it is possible that the police who came knew him.

If this guy's unclear background were to be known by police officers from various places, the Metropolitan Police Department would be truly disgraced.

"There's no way. On his way to Izu for on-site investigation, he solved a serial case that has lasted for more than a year. The superintendent will definitely attach great importance to his opinion." Shiratori Jinsaburo could understand Takagi's thoughts, but he couldn't help but say it pessimistically.

If he can solve cases, especially long-standing major cases, the Metropolitan Police Department's patience with him will increase infinitely, and they will give him some conveniences within the scope of their authority and turn a blind eye to him.

After all, the job of a criminal police is to solve the case. If they fail to solve the case, the murderer will go unpunished, causing more cases and panic. No matter how good your professional ethics are, no one will look up to you.

These people all knew the truth, so they could only sit here and vent their anger.

Miwako Sato lowered her head, clenched the notes in her hand, and reluctantly flipped through the photos of the scene again.

"If we don't rely on this wicked guy, we won't be able to solve the case. I just don't believe it..."

"Sato." Shiratori Renzaburo interrupted her muttering and gestured to the passage behind them with his eyes.

Adachi Toru, holding a stack of files in his hands, was walking out of the archives room, passing their workstations, and slowly walking towards the office area on the other side.

As he passed by their location, perhaps because he had heard their previous discussion or felt their almost blatant hostility and targeting, he glanced around with his eyes slanted, raised the corner of his mouth with the cigarette in his mouth, and then slowly walked away.

"This guy..." Knowing that he had officially started his work and would be assigned to a suitable office area, Sato Miwako looked at his shaky and unstraight back and gritted her teeth.

This arrogant face, as if saying "I just like the fact that you can't stand me but can't get rid of me", made her feel angry.

"Our exclusion is already obvious, Sato, please be restrained." Shiratori Renzaburo advised, "The investigation is about to begin, and the police force will not allow us to do anything too extreme."

"Well, if we continue to target him, he might take the opportunity to cause trouble for Tang Ze-kun again." Takagi Wataru remembered what Conan said on the phone that Tang Ze became anxious and insomniac because of Adachi Toru's appearance, and turned sideways to block Sato Miwako's angry sight, "Don't worry about him for now. There are more important things to worry about than him."

Miwako Sato was stunned, not understanding what Takagi Wataru meant: "Investigation of the case? But hasn't this mahjong murder case been handed over to the joint investigation team..."

"No, Sato." After exchanging glances with Shiratori Renzaburo, Takagi Wataru took a breath, "The hospital said that Motobashi Yoji has almost recovered. We should bring him back for interrogation."

A dozen meters away, Ireland, who had been unlucky all day, shrank his neck, looked around with unfriendly eyes at the other policemen who were looking at him vaguely, and cursed in his heart.

Which policeman is watching him from behind, preparing to give him a surprise attack, right?

Damn it, he knew that Kumail, who was so petty that he could hold a grudge for twenty years over a trivial matter, could not be trusted at all. Look at the identities he and Bourbon provided. What the hell were they?
When Vermouth handed over all the information and documents of Adachi Toru to him, she only said that he was a nail of the organization in the police force, and that he had played his role and resigned. He was re-employed by Bourbon and held a sinecure in the Metropolitan Police Department, but she didn't tell him that there was such a big trap behind this identity? !
After he entered the Metropolitan Police Department building, after he introduced his name, everyone except the people in the Investigation Section kept staring at him, causing him to be under the constant gaze of others and dare not make even the slightest movement. He was splashed with tea, stepped on, and tripped over. When he printed a document, a long line suddenly formed in front of the machine. When he smoked a cigarette, he was repeatedly told that this was not a smoking area. He was involved in a lot of lawsuits.

The most outrageous thing was that he just wanted to buy a coffee from the vending machine. As soon as he threw the coin in, a policeman came and sealed the entire panel with a "out of order" seal in front of him. Not only did he not buy the coffee, he couldn't even get the change!
He spent a lot of time eavesdropping and carefully checked the resume of "Adachi Toru" before he found out that this person was actually the enemy of Tang Ze Zhao, whom Kumail was replacing now, and was the corrupt policeman who was responsible for bringing him back to the base at that time.

If you say Kumail had no motives when he offered this identity, I would never believe it, right? !
I don't know how this kid Kumail managed to gain so much sympathy and trust. During the entire investigation, the word "not welcome" was written on their faces, and they completely refused to cooperate with his work.

Ireland felt suffocated when he thought about how much workplace bullying he would have to endure in the coming period because of the fake Kumail, and that he might even be targeted more thoroughly when the other party showed up.

Due to the difference in body shape, the suit he was wearing was already tight and a little uncomfortable, and now it felt even more suffocating.

He shouldn't have listened to Belmode's lies and changed his original action plan! He saw that this woman of unknown age was completely seduced by that pretty boy!

Just wait, he will get back at it sooner or later...

Ireland, roaring darkly in his heart, sat in front of the computer at his workstation, typing hard on the keyboard, his fingers exerting extra force as he typed in the number and password.

The most urgent task is to make good use of the permissions of this identity and check the information you need first.

He also had to look for cases that might involve Gin or Kumail. The amount of text he needed to review was huge, and he didn't have time to discuss it with Kumail.

Just wait, Kumail, Bourbon, you shady conspirators will be retaliated against sooner or later...

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Tang Ze, who was being talked about by Ireland, had a premonition and suddenly opened his half-closed eyes.

He looked at Kiharakawa who was sitting next to him suspiciously for a moment, then glanced at the bug that Mouri Ran had secretly stuck on the side of the folder with a paper clip. When he couldn't find the source of the malicious intent, he slowly relaxed again.

Who is saying bad things about him behind his back?
Kiharakawa, who dimmed the lights in the room and was guiding Tang Ze step by step, obviously misunderstood his startled reaction. He smiled helplessly and pushed Tang Ze, who had sat up, back onto the recliner without any questioning.

"Relax, relax, take a deep breath, relax... Is it still difficult? Maybe, some music? But I think your hearing is a bit too sensitive, and the extra sound may disturb your concentration. How about trying some incense?"

Facing Karasawa who was still struggling on the edge of wakefulness and sleepiness, Kiharakawa showed extraordinary patience.

If it weren't for the fact that he looked so much like Ikawa Tangze, Tangze would have believed that he was really a responsible and ethical doctor.

It's been half an hour now, and he's talking until his mouth is dry and his tongue is hoarse, but there's still no effect. It's a pity he can still hold it in.

"Yes, that's good. Let's do it again, look at my hands." Kiharakawa lowered his voice again, and once again entered that deep and magnetic voice. Each of his syllables seemed like a carefully crafted note, with pitch and pauses well matched, like a slowly played tune, flowing slowly.

He slowly lowered his hand and placed it on Tangze's arm, as if acting as a support, and held on to Tangze's arm.

"Imagine a color, like deep blue. Imagine a vast ocean or sky, with waves gently lapping against the shore. The wind blowing on your face, and you smell some scent..."

The persevering Kiharakawa once again covered Tang Ze's vision with a piece of solid-colored paper and began to guide him.

Tang Ze's eyes moved away from Kiharakawa's hands. As the environment became darker and objects approached, his pupils slowly dilated, as if they were losing focus and looking towards a non-existent location.

But in fact, what unfolded before Tang Ze's eyes at this moment was not the blue sea and blue sky or Death Stranding, but the system interface that he was very familiar with.

Although he did not enter the battle, Tang Ze clearly saw a line of text prompt bubble "Kiharakawa's gaze turned to you and he is trying to hypnotize you" displayed in the interface.

These are some prompts that appear occasionally during battles, used to indicate the enemy's actions or targets, and to foretell possible big moves in the next round. They are used to remind players to prepare response strategies.

After coming to this world, since the battle mode is no longer turn-based, Tang Ze has only seen this kind of information before certain bosses switch stages. He was a little surprised to suddenly see something so fresh.

Being able to give hints, this guy might be like Maruki, who has not awakened but already has cognitive abilities...

Thinking of this, Tang Ze's eyes flashed, considering that even though Kiharakawa had no credit, he had worked hard and recited the sutra for half an hour.

He cut a P, put away the ineffective P that was always hanging outside during daily actions, and cut out the twenty faces that he had not used for a long time.

There's no other way. He really doesn't have many masks with few passive effects. The characteristics of the Twenty Faces are mainly focused on attack, so he'll just have to make do with it.

Come on, let him see what level cognitive hypnosis can reach with a scientific background, whether it can reach the level of Maruki who relies on super powers to skip classes, he will wait and see.

He had no idea how the person sitting in front of him was trying hard to lower his level. From Kiharakawa's perspective, he could only see that Tangze's eyes were gradually becoming unfocused, his body was unconsciously sliding down, and the tense muscles in his palms were also relaxing.

His efforts seemed to have finally paid off.

With a faint light in his eyes, Muharakawa continued to pursue his victory, with no intention of stopping just because he was ahead.

It is a rare opportunity to be able to get in touch with Tang Ze Zhao himself when no one is noticing.

Now, he can contact Tang Zezhao alone and even use treatment methods on him without hesitation. Rather than personal ability, he is more of a time difference.

Relying on his attention to Karasawa Ikawa's information, he was able to discover the appearance of this child at the first time, and he was able to get the job of a psychologist at Teitan High School as quickly as possible.

Originally, there seemed to be a lucky person ahead of him, who had more advantages than him because he was born in the Imperial Dan.

He almost couldn't hold back his impulse and thought of some means to replace the opponent. Fortunately, before he could make any move, this guy, who was hard to say whether lucky or unlucky, met with an accident, otherwise there would have been more twists and turns.

In short, it is a rare opportunity to sit here, come into contact with Tang Ze Zhao himself, and even directly make some moves on him, and Kiharakawa has always been the one who anticipates the opportunity first.

Without hesitation, he began to attempt deep hypnosis, and a faint golden light danced in his eyes.

"Here you are free, without any restraints or restrictions. The darkness and crampedness leave you, the world is open, the warm water flows around you, and you slowly sink into it..."

As Kiharakawa's voice became lighter and lower, Tangze clearly saw a new debuff flashing next to his avatar.

Although it was quickly overwhelmed by the buff from the brooch bound to its body, the extremely tenacious Muharakawa kept trying. It worked hard to refresh without stopping, striving and tenaciously to make its presence felt.

It’s hard to say whether he is strong or not, but Muharakawa does possess some unique power.

Tang Ze, who had already anticipated this, was not surprised. He just watched the poor debuff jumping up and down silently, and then silently felt the actual experience brought by Kiharakawa's so-called hypnosis.

There is indeed a sense of relaxation. Even though I was sitting in a dark room, a feeling similar to sunlight slowly filled my senses, making me feel happy.

It's not very strong, and it doesn't seem to be very compulsory, but it does work when you don't deliberately resist it.

This may be related to Kiharakawa's current operation. Let's try and see what effect it would have if Kiharakawa wanted to give more commanding or negative guidance.

Thinking of this, Tang Ze acted as if he was completely enveloped and immersed in this power. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the recliner in complete relaxation.

He really dared to relax when he said he was relaxing. His joints and muscles, which were always kept in a state of readiness, really relaxed. He lay flat on his back with his head tilted back, completely defenseless, leaving his throat and other fatal parts exposed to Muharakawa.

This went against Tang Ze's habits and training, but as long as it was a necessary disguise, he could easily adjust himself.

Such a thorough disguise really fooled Kiharakawa completely.

Kiharakawa took off his glasses and increased the strength of his fingers. After confirming that the muscles under his palms did not provide any resistance at all, he smiled with confidence of victory.

He is different, or in other words, he is unique.

He bathed in the unclouded academic brilliance of his senior, and he had been looking up at the pioneer who was hanging high in the sky like the scorching sun for many years, but he knew that he would go further than his senior.

"You can open your eyes now. How do you feel, Tang Ze-kun?"

Under Kiharakawa's expectant gaze, Tangze opened his eyes again. His light blue eyes still had slightly dilated pupils, and his face was calm, or rather, blank.

He opened his eyes as Muharakawa requested, but there was no additional physiological feedback, nor any answer to his questions, as if his consciousness had really fallen into a dream.

Muharakawa studied his face carefully, as if he wanted to find some traces on it, or as if he was considering how to cook a piece of food that fell into his hands.

"Kangzawa-kun, can you see things?" Kiharakawa asked tentatively in a voice that imitated Karasawa Ikawa very closely.

Hearing such a voice, Tang Ze felt very disgusted, but he controlled his eyelids and did not blink at all.

Faced with Muharakawa's question, he suddenly had an idea.

Is the end point of cognitive learning the power of making your wishes come true?

So, under Kiharakawa's expectant gaze, Tangze, who was looking straight ahead, blinked, then his eyeballs moved, and the focus of his vision suddenly shifted.

It was as if he saw something that Kiharakawa was completely unable to see.

Kiharakawa's fingers tightened in excitement.

He felt that this time, he was really about to catch it...

(End of this chapter)