Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 804 The murderer: Divine gold?

"Shindou Sumire? I know the address."

After simply ending the call, Gin raised his chin and signaled Vodka to change the route.

"Hachioji City?" Vodka scanned the message that popped up on his phone, did some calculations in his mind, and shook his head. "It's hard to get ahead of the police even if we take the fastest exit. If we find the person, we may not be able to extract a confession or take him away in time."

"Force a confession? That's not necessary." Gin lit up a cigarette, looked at the busy road in the night, and stated the facts calmly, "Kill the man and just wait there."

According to Ireland, the woman who contacted the police, Sumire Shindou, was very emotional and spoke in a strong tone. In addition, she asked the police to provide protection. The murderer was probably aware that she had discovered her identity.

Regardless of whether this person is his next target or not, for the sake of self-protection, the murderer should go to the person's house and do something to him.

As long as Sumire Shindou is still at home when they arrive at the scene, they just need to sit back and wait for the target to come.

"Then, the police won't care about it?" Vodka nodded. He had no doubt about Gin's decision and confirmed it.

The police are at their wits' end as the case is making no progress, and it's hard to say how they will react to this new breakthrough.

"Don't worry about those policemen. They won't send too many police forces before getting the exact information about Shindo Sumire." Gin, who thought he knew the police's style very well, took out his cell phone and dialed another number.

"Hey, it's me."

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"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

Hearing the noise coming from the door, Sumire Shindou, who was sitting in the middle of the living room with a carving knife in her hand, trembled all over and subconsciously glanced at the warm yellow floor lamp beside her.

After confirming that she had become the murderer's next target, she became a frightened bird and no longer dared to stay in the room alone.

In order to avoid letting others know that there was someone at home, she didn't even dare to turn on the main light and lighting in the room. She only dared to move a dim atmosphere lamp and then curled up on the sofa in the living room, for fear that the attacker who was lurking somewhere would confirm her whereabouts and come directly to attack her.

Now, hearing the knock at the door, Shindou Sumire's nerves were extremely tense, and for the first time she began to regret not moving to a safer address after her income increased.

Although this is a small apartment of decent quality, like most low-rise apartment buildings in Japan, it does not consist of much brick or stone. Its exquisite and simple carved wooden door could not stop the murderer who was determined to kill.

After knocking three times, the person standing in front of the door waited patiently for a moment, and soon, there were three more rhythmic knocks.

Deciding not to open the door until the police arrived, Shindou Sumire adjusted the way she held the knife, and her palms became slippery.

"Ms. Shindo, don't be nervous. It's me, Kitagawa Yusuke." This time, the visitor, who didn't wait for a response, said in a deep voice, "I am Mr. Kisaragi's disciple. We met a few days ago."

"Kitagawa...?" Hearing the unexpected name, Shindo Sumire opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Kitagawa Yusuke, she had indeed met him.

Having kept a low profile all his life, Kisaragi Fengshui rarely attends any activities except for some commercial social activities such as auctions and collectors' salons. As a Japanese painter of national treasure level, even if he disappears and refuses to show up in public, no one dares to underestimate him, given his status.

However, this old gentleman suddenly started to take action recently, soliciting investments and organizing gatherings everywhere, saying that he wanted to hold a large-scale tour of his personal works. In addition to domestic tours, the plan actually includes some trips abroad.

Of course it is impossible for the old man to suddenly change his personality at this age. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that he likes his new apprentice and plans to train him as his last disciple. This is to boost his reputation and pave the way for him.

After all, considering Ruyue Fengshui's age, this exhibition may really be the last one in his life. It is even a question whether he will have the opportunity to create more masterpieces in the limited years to come.

With such a masterpiece, the disciple was solemnly pushed to the stage, and everyone could see the respect and care that were contained in it.

Kitagawa Yusuke, who had no foundation at all, was just a rising star that suddenly appeared. It was hard to say whether he would reach the peak from then on or was just a flash in the pan. Now, he has become the next national treasure-level genius praised by many colleagues.

Of course Sumire Shindou knew him and had met him once at a small art exhibition, but the true rising star painter Sumire Shindou didn't even have the chance to introduce herself in such an occasion where so many bigwigs gathered. She didn't think that she had any friendship with this rising star that was worthy of a special visit from the other party.

The skeptical Shindou Sumire stood up on tiptoe and looked out in front of the cat's eye.

A blue-haired boy in a simple white shirt and jeans stood upright at the door.

It turned out to be Kitagawa Yusuke...

Shindou Sumire looked at the knife in her hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally removed the security chain at the door with trembling fingers and opened the door carefully.

There is no reason for Kitagawa Yusuke to get involved with Nanako Motogami's family and friends. On the contrary, if he really decides to visit her temporarily because of some industry issues, and if he is implicated by the murderer, she will be in big trouble if she knows the danger and does not warn him.

"Mr. Kitagawa, it's so late, what can I do for you?" Shindou Sumire opened the door a crack and whispered, "I'm sorry, if you have any questions about art, I'm afraid I'm in a difficult situation recently..."

Before she could finish her words, Kitagawa Yusuke grabbed the crack of the door and pulled it open without saying a word.

"Ah! Kitagawa-kun!" Shindo Sumire was frightened by his actions and almost raised her hand to stab him reflexively. But when she saw that Kitagawa Yusuke, who opened the door, just frowned and looked into her house with no intention of touching her, she slowly relaxed.

As her nervousness subsided, she became keenly aware of the significance of Kitagawa Yusuke's actions.

He was making sure that there was no one else in her home, and that he did not consider her an enemy. So this action actually implied protection...

"There's no time to talk, Miss Shindo." Seeing that all of her doors were closed and only one light was on in the living room, Kitagawa Yusuke's brows finally relaxed. Without any intention of greeting, he said directly, "Have you ever received a mahjong tile with a mark on it? And there was a black line drawn on the back."

There is no reason for Motokami Kazuki, whose acts of murder were quite ritualistic, not to confide his inner thoughts to the victims, as can be seen from the person who died in a car accident some time ago.

Even if death itself was the work of Benshang and Shudong, the mahjong could not have been put there by him out of thin air.

This means that the victim must have received the mahjong tiles before his death, and he quickly understood the targeted murderous intent from this item.

It is very likely that the reason why Sumire Shindo suddenly called the police was for a similar reason. She received mahjong from the murderer and realized that she was also being targeted, so she asked the police for help.

"Yes. Are you here for this matter?" Shindou Sumire's face was full of disbelief, "But..."

She had only called for half an hour, and the police hadn't responded in time. How could someone...

Kitagawa Yusuke, who was standing in front of her, had no intention of answering her question. He said solemnly: "That's it. Take your mahjong tiles and follow me. I will send you to a safe place to hide for a few days. Hurry up and don't take anything. The murderer will find here soon." Shindo Sumire's fingertips trembled violently for a few times, and the knife wet with sweat could no longer be held tightly. It slipped from her palm and stabbed into the floor.

She lost control of her emotions a little and started sobbing softly, then immediately raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose, and nodded vigorously in response to the other person's inquiring gaze.

The threat was imminent and it was completely unknown when the police would arrive, so she had no choice at all.

As an outstanding young man who has no stand against her, Kitagawa Yusuke is her best choice in the current situation.

"Okay, I'll get the things..."

She wiped her face twice, turned around and ran back to the studio, grabbing the cardboard box on the workbench.

Although they still haven't figured out why Kitagawa Yusuke came to them in the critical moment, the art practitioner with a well-developed associative nerve has already made many assumptions in his mind about this sudden magical scene, and even had a vague premonition.

Someone who arrived faster and more timely than the police and knew the murderer's movements very well...

Clutching the box in her hand, Sumire Shindo obediently changed into a pair of comfortable flat shoes, and followed Kitagawa Yusuke out of her home.

Outside the quiet apartment building, there are swaying tree shadows and a faint scent of flowers.

Sumire Shindou looked at the figure in front of her, feeling a little nervous and a little moved as she looked at the tall man in front of her. She followed the shadow of the leader and stepped into the moonlight without hesitation.

It must be like that, a phantom thief who punishes evil and saves lives...

But then again, she remembered that Mr. Kitagawa Yusuke was a thin and handsome boy with a classical beauty. Why did the man tonight seem to have such a broad and strong chest?

Well, it was probably an illusion. Maybe she felt that the other person looked too reliable, so she couldn't help but add some filters. Besides, high school students in their teens were still growing, so it was normal...

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"What are you looking at?" Xingchuan Hui, who was sitting in the driver's seat, saw Tang Ze casually holding a sniper rifle and staring at his phone intently. He couldn't help but move closer and asked, "Any new news?"

Although the work thrown by Gin was not difficult, it was normal for Tang Ze to just do it casually, but according to his understanding, Tang Ze, who was busy with something, generally would rarely be distracted by him.

One needs to be cautious when acting under someone else's identity. Tang Ze is well aware of the consequences of being careless, and he has been laughed at by the people in the group until now.

"Watch for fun." Seeing his curiosity, Tang Ze simply turned the phone around and shared the picture with him.

The viewing angle of the picture is not very high, it feels like it is only at the height of a person's waist, and it looks like the camera is placed somewhere like a table.

The picture shows an apartment with elegant and artistic decoration. It is a little dim with only a yellow ambient light on.

A furtive figure crept into the picture.

Wearing sunglasses and a cloak, which made him invisible in the darkness but also very recognizable because of his outfit, Jinpei Matsuda looked around the apartment, thought for a moment, and started to decorate it.

He pushed over clothes hangers and knocked over flower pots, making a sign that a struggle had taken place in front of the door, then pushed open all the closed doors and turned on the living room lights.

After doing all this, he pulled out an envelope from his pocket, stared at it and thought for a moment, then turned around and casually stuck it behind the door of the apartment.

Then he opened the door open, dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, and walked away in a cool manner.

I have to admit that his black outfit, which is enough to compete with Kidd, is very impressive. When he walks with big strides and his cape fluttering, he looks very free and unrestrained.

This made Ben Shanghe Shu, who walked into the room right after, look particularly embarrassed.

Ben Shangheshu, with his head and face covered, held the prepared lock picking tools and stun gun in his hands. As soon as he stood in front of the door, his expression froze.

The door was open, the lights were on, and the entrance was in a mess, as if there had been a scuffle.

No matter how you think about it, it feels like someone got there first and took her away first.

Ben Shangheshu looked tense, but he did not forget to put on shoe covers. He carefully entered the house and searched around.

Naturally, nothing was gained.

His face was a mixture of confusion and anger, as if he felt he was being targeted, but wasn't quite sure.

Judging from the situation, it is impossible that the police did it, but it also seems unlikely that there were other attackers.

Shindou Sumire has simple interpersonal relationships and has just made a name for herself in the art world. She has a little money, but not enough to be robbed...

Ben Shanghe Shu was puzzled. After thinking it over again and again, he pursed his lips again and started searching hard.

Forget about anything else, the mahjong tiles he delivered to Jinliu Shindou's house are still in the house.

It is obvious that the person is missing. The neighbors will definitely call the police tomorrow morning. Regardless of whether she is dead or not, this thing cannot be found by the police.

The places with the most of Shindou Sumire's personal belongings were the bedroom and the studio, and as he searched more and more anxiously, things fell all over the floor, but it was obvious that he could not find the things that he had been deliberately instructed to take away.

"What the hell..." Motokami Heshu gritted his teeth, clutched the tool bag angrily, and checked the time.

I can't stay here any longer. After a while, the neighbors will definitely be puzzled by the noise and come over to check what's going on.

Thinking of this, Ben Shangheshu turned around quickly and prepared to go out. He stared at the suddenly open door for a moment, and suddenly, as if an idea had come to him, he reached out and pushed the door.

The envelope that Matsuda Jinpei had casually pasted there appeared crookedly in front of Motokami Kazuki.

“…What the hell is this!”

This time, his voice was a little louder, and even caused a faint echo in the empty living room.

(End of this chapter)