Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 805 Dark Shadow
Feeling the murderer's silent madness from a distance, Xingchuan Hui shook his head with some sympathy, but couldn't help but be curious: "What letter did you ask Mr. Matsuda to leave? A warning letter? But it would be a bad idea to try to change his mind now..."

However, whether it is them or the organization, the fundamental purpose of the action is to investigate the list of crucial personnel in the hands of the murderer. Even the role played by people like Muharakawa in this matter is not that important. They are just targets that need to be solved incidentally.

Sending a warning letter to the murderer now would certainly have a chance to correct his twisted and paranoid thinking, but it would also likely alert the murderer. If the murderer later came to his senses and surrendered, it would be possible that the bomb of the organization would be directed to more people...

Based on his understanding of the organization, the problems caused by this list falling into the hands of the police would only be greater.

"Of course it can't be a warning letter." Tang Ze waved his hand casually, "Of course it's impossible to let the murderer deviate from the route at this time. Something that seems to be true but is not."

Leading Ireland to the East Capital Tower and inducing Gin to encircle and suppress him is a very important part, and it is also an opportunity to find the memory card more accurately. Tang Ze will naturally not let it deviate.

Saving Shindou Sumire was just to minimize the casualties of innocent people. Motogami Kazuki, who had already killed six people out of anger, had no way back. Why should he add to his sins by killing another person?

"There was only one sentence in the letter, 'I will do what I should do.' As for what he thinks, I don't care." Tang Ze shrugged.

"Oh, you want him to misunderstand that this is Mizutani Kousuke's masterpiece." Hoshikawa Teru suddenly realized.

Tang Ze showed a teachable smile, raised his finger and pointed at the screen where Motokami Kazuki was walking away with the letter in his hand: "Shindou Sumire is now taken away by us. Whether she is dead or alive is of course up to us. It is not difficult to deceive him."

If this was really a blood revenge, and the deceased victim was indeed responsible for the death of Motokami Nanako, Karasawa might not have targeted him like this. At most, he would have made some moves to make Motokami Kazuki's assassination fail.

Whether he was angry at all the survivors for his sister's death, or hated Mizutani Kosuke for causing his sister to run away from home and travel to Kyoto, these can be understood as extreme behaviors of an irrational brother in anger, but the fact that he tried to completely erase his presence in the matter and was ready to put the entire murder case on Mizutani Kosuke seemed a bit worldly and shrewd.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of cleverness. Self-protection is human nature.

But in the context of blood revenge, this kind of shrewdness was somewhat inappropriate, and it subtly angered Tang Ze.

Thinking about it this way, Xingchuan Hui completely understood.

Knowing what Tang Ze wanted to see, Xingchuan Hui retracted his gaze, looked at his phone speechlessly, and patted Tang Ze: "Don't look at it, boss, the police car is coming."

"Hmm? Well, let's drive onto the bridge. Have you dropped the nails?"

"Throw it down."

Tang Ze nodded, motioned for him to open the window and make room, and put the muzzle of the gun on the edge of the window.

At the other end of the road, several high beams were lit up in the distance, and two cars were approaching at a high speed from the direction of Tokyo city.

"How's your sniping practice going recently?" Tang Ze asked softly while adjusting the direction of the scope. The gun in his hand didn't tremble at all and had quickly entered a resting state.

"…Not bad." Hoshikawa Teru touched the gun in his hand and answered uncertainly, "Senior Jingguang said I'm still far from it."

Tang Ze smiled.

Close-range shooting and sniping are two different things. It is normal for a newcomer who has a packed schedule and has only been exposed to sniping for a few months to be far behind an old hand like Zhu Fujingguang who has seen what the level of a real top sniper is.

As long as it doesn't get any worse reviews, then it's already acceptable.

"Then give it a try. You are responsible for the left side." Tang Ze said casually without any pressure.

Anyway, it was the tire that was being hit, not the person. Even if one side was missed, as long as half of the tire was blown out, the goal of delaying the police action would have been achieved.

"it is good……"

In the vehicle below, the officers of the First Investigation Division, who were unaware of the impending accident, were still discussing the new information they had received.

"Sumi Shindo is an emerging painter who lives in Hachioji City, a Tokyo native." Sitting in the back row, Shiratori Jinzaburo supported himself on the back of the front seat and stubbornly stuck himself between Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru. "Before leaving, I briefly screened her interpersonal situation in the system. I'm still not sure about her relationship with the other victims."

"Officer Morobushi suggested before that we could check the parcels and express deliveries that the victims recently received. Any results?" asked Miwako Sato seriously.

"Nothing came of it. Although I support his suggestion that 'the mahjong may have been mailed to the victims before their death', they may not have received it through the same channel." Takagi Shigeru shook his head, "No special correspondence of letters or packages was found."

"So cunning..." Sato Miwako frowned as she looked at the asphalt road ahead illuminated by the headlights.

The first crime scene was far away from the scene where the victim was tied up, and there were almost no loopholes. The clues in all aspects were full of mysterious rituals...

This type of serial killer is probably what detectives who do psychological profiling like to call a "psychopath with typical mental traits such as obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"The most urgent task is still to find the common points among the victims." Takagi Wataru answered distractedly while driving, "In fact, although Fukase Minoru is not the murderer, he gave me some inspiration. Could the place where a group of almost completely random strangers came into contact be a place like Dorobiga Park? Entertainment venues, commercial places, etc...."

"It's possible, so Officer Morobushi and Officer Ogino are screening the victims' travel expenses in recent years... Be careful!" Sato Miwako was halfway through her answer when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow on the road out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat and she shouted loudly.

Her reminder was timely enough, but the expressway at this speed did not give much time to react. Before Gao Mu could step on the brakes in time, he felt the car body turn suddenly, as if it had lost control.

"It's a flat tire!" Shiratori Renzaburo shook violently and immediately grabbed the side handle, "Don't step on the brakes too hard, slowly pull over!"

Takagi Wataru nodded, nervously gripped the steering wheel and began to slow down. Realizing something, Shiratori Renzaburo raised his head and looked through the rear window at the second car following closely behind them.

In a flash, the second car obviously followed in their footsteps and began to slither on the road.

The two cars parked one after the other in the emergency lane on the side. Fortunately, there were not many vehicles on this road at night, so no accident occurred.

As soon as the vehicle stopped, Miwako Sato quickly got out and checked the wheels on both sides.

The front tires of both cars were obviously damaged, and the entire body of the car was tilted forward slightly.

She frowned and bent down to confirm, then turned her head to look at the dark shadow she had glimpsed.

A small express box, only the size of a palm, fell in the middle of the road. After being crushed twice, the scattered steel nails rolled all over the ground.

"Did a steel nail pierce the tire?" Takagi Wataru ran directly to the road to check and place warning signs, and soon came back with the things in his hands.

"It seems so." Shiratori Renzaburo patted the dust off his hands and stood up, "There is an obvious hole in the tire."

"Really? Who on earth would throw steel nails on the expressway in the middle of the night? This is such a lack of public morality."

"It may not have been thrown down, but it may have been lost by a passing truck."

"Tsk, let's take photos first to collect evidence, and then notify the traffic police. There's no time to dawdle, change the spare tire, we have to hurry to Hachioji City." "Why not at this time... It's as if God is helping the murderer."

"Don't talk nonsense, Chiba..."

Two police officers from the car behind rushed over to meet them, quickly assigned their respective tasks, and got busy while complaining.

Holding the steel nail and examining it carefully for a while, Miwako Sato looked at the car whose two sides and one front wheel were broken, then raised her head and looked at the bridge above the road.

Is it really such a coincidence that a foreign object was thrown on the ground where there is a bridge...

There were no street lights on the deserted bridge, and there was only darkness in the night.

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"I'm late." Standing in Sumire Shindo's studio, Gin looked at the messy room and said coldly.

"Where's Kumail?" Vodka asked, looking around the empty room.

This is asking whether the person is the murderer or the police. Gin glanced at the new message on his phone: "Successful."

In fact, such confirmation is unnecessary.

If Kumail, who has excellent sniping talent, couldn't hit two cars on a highway bridge five or six meters high, he should have died in the training camp and never come out.

"This murderer is really lucky..." Vodka was amazed.

In other words, in less than an hour after they received the news and rushed over, the murderer found his target, quickly succeeded, and left.

Gin deleted Kumail's reply without comment and sent a brief message to Ireland.

"Let's go. We shouldn't stay here for long." He said lightly and walked out of the room nonchalantly.

He originally wanted to seize the opportunity to intercept the deal, so it’s not his problem if he fails to do so.

He has done his best anyway, so let Ireland deal with its own problems.

Half an hour later, the police officers who walked into Shindou Sumire's house expressed the same sigh as him.

"I'm late." Picking up the photo on the table, looking at the brightly smiling Shindou Sumire holding a large stuffed bear in the frame, Shiratori Renzaburo sighed a little sadly, "I've been to her art exhibition before."

It’s hard to say whether others are just pretending to be cool, but Shiratori Jinzaburo is a real art lover.

Is it that artists in Tokyo are prone to getting into trouble, or does he, as a detective, really have some special ability to pay attention? Why does he feel that his attention to the art world is so unlucky...

"Based on past cases, if the murderer took Sumire Shindou away, we would probably have news tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Takagi Shigeru hammered the wall heavily, "It's almost there..."

If the car hadn't had a flat tire on the road, would they have been able to save the person or even stop the murderer?

"Don't touch anything. It will affect the on-site investigation." Sato Miwako stopped them and squatted down to touch the dried paint marks on the ground. "It's too late. I guess the murderer found her not long after she called the police."

Judging from the state of the paint, they had just formed a team at the Metropolitan Police Department when the intruder entered the room.

"It would be great if she could say a few more words, or even provide some clues." Takagi Wataru sighed sadly at the thought of the possibility of another death.

There was no large-scale mobilization of the police here to cooperate with the blockade and protection, and the authenticity of Shindo Sumire's information could not be verified for the time being, so the application could not be approved at all.

Now, looking at the situation in her family, what she said must be true, but it is too late.

Miwako Sato pressed the completely solidified paint again, looked at the faint mark of a shoe print on it, and frowned.

Something is wrong. Something is really wrong...

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"Do you think there are other forces interfering behind this case?" Takagi Shigeru couldn't help but raise his voice when he heard Sato Miwako's words.

"Shh, keep your voice down!" Sato Miwako slapped him and glanced in the direction of the conference room with a serious and solemn expression, "Don't you think this case is weird from beginning to end?"

It's not surprising that a serial killer who travels across multiple places appears, but the investigation of the entire case...

The killer had been around for so long, and it wasn't until the sixth victim appeared that someone suddenly organized a joint investigation.

The task force was finally put together, but the situation was very strange. The inexplicably joining detectives added many variables to the entire investigation process.

When rushing to the location of the reporter, the vehicle suddenly had a flat tire... There were signs of a suspected third-party intruder in the victim's home...

"Yes, a little bit." Takagi Wataru touched his chin, "Especially Adachi Toru. It feels like, like..."

Adachi Toru doesn't seem like a detective who came to assist at all. Compared to Mori Kogoro, he seems like a spy who came to check the progress and report back to someone beyond their knowledge.

He had experienced this feeling before. Generally speaking, the murderer or the deceased had some secrets related to important people or serious issues, which made the investigation process of the case become tortuous and mysterious.

"It's like they deliberately placed an observer who doesn't get along with anyone." Sato Miwako curled her lips.

If you can't get along with anyone, you won't have any bias, and you won't be involved with the existing case handlers. From this perspective, the higher-ups made the right choice.

"Now that you mention it, it's a bit..." Takagi Shigeru thought of their targeted "pranks" and smiled awkwardly.

Without waiting for Sato Miwako to say anything else, Megure Jusan hurried over from the other end of the corridor. The two immediately stopped talking and followed him into the conference room.

"Inspector Yokomizo's message." Megure Juzo held up the faxed document in his hand. "Someone called the police and reported that a large amount of blood was found in a park in Ayase City. After the local police station responded, they found a mahjong tile at the scene."

Taking a deep breath, Megure Jusan knew that it was probably an inappropriate thing to announce this news, but he still conveyed the information he received accurately.

"There is a lot of blood. The forensic department hasn't issued a report yet, but it is certain that it is basically the same blood. Officer Yokomizo believes that Shindou Sumire is likely dead."

(End of this chapter)