Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 806 The Terrible Tang Ze
"Are you sure that the deceased is Sumire Shindou?"

"No, we are still not sure whether there is any dead person."

"With that amount of bleeding, if all the blood came from one person, it's impossible for him to still be alive..."

"I don't think we can be so absolute. Anyway, the forensic department has already gone to her home to collect hair with hair follicles and other evidence. Whether it is true or not, the result will be out in a day or two."

Zhu Fugaoming listened to the arguments and discussions in the conference room and twirled the pen in his hand.

"Has the piece of mahjong found at the scene been inspected?" He turned his head and asked Henggou Chanwu who was sitting next to him.

"Your question is not much different from my brother's." Yokogo Sango scratched his head, "It does look like one piece. The composition of the red paint on the mahjong seems to be similar to the previous ones."

The scene where Sumire Shindo was suspected to have been murdered was found in Ayase City, Kanagawa Prefecture. The person who went to the scene to participate in the investigation was naturally Shigeo Yokomizo from Kanagawa, the younger brother of the Yokomizo brothers.

"It's the same series of mahjong, but the murderer suddenly changed his method of killing..." He held his chin with a frown.

"This is too strange. According to the previous analysis, the murderer should not change his method at will." Yamato Gansuke, who was sitting next to him, picked up the pictures and maps at hand and said, "Do you think there was an accident during the crime, or is there something else going on?"

"That may not be the case. Didn't the deceased who left a will die in a car accident?" Yokomizo Sango scratched his head and said uncertainly, "Well, maybe the murderer is not particularly obsessed with form? Or, this Shindou Sumire is different from the other victims?"

Zhu Fu Gaoming stared at the map in his hand and shook his head slowly.

Although solving a case is a competition between the murderer and the police to see who makes fewer mistakes, it is not okay to pin all hopes of solving the case on low-probability events.

The murderer must be a rigorous and careful person, and there shouldn't be such an abrupt change as hiding the body of the deceased.

"I think we should consider the possibility of a second murderer." Zhu Fu Gao Ming said slowly, "We can't just assume that Shindou Sumire is really dead."

The disappearance of the body means a lot of things, and finding out what happened last night is the key step in solving the problem.

"If she wasn't dead, how do you explain the bloodstains? No matter how you look at it, the amount of blood loss at the scene has reached one thousand milliliters." Yamato Gansuke grabbed his hair and slapped the photos in his hands.

“This is the problem we should solve.”

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"That's pretty impressive..." Standing in the convenience store across the street, looking at the alert and flashing police lights in the distance, Matsuda Jinpei squeezed the paper tube of lemon tea in his hand, "I don't know where the blood came from. How did they manage to fool the forensic department?"

After taking a quick look at the scene, he, who had participated in criminal investigations in the First Investigation Division, could not help but be shocked.

If he had not seen with his own eyes last night that Morofushi Jingguang took the crying Shindou Sumire away from home and personally sent her to the hiding place prepared by Tang Ze, he would have doubted whether Shindou Sumire was really dead.

The plasma that can fool the police and trace investigators cannot be forged with simple artificial props or other animal blood, right?
"It's also a product of the temple." After removing his disguise, Zhu Fu Jingguang wore a mask and sunglasses, and his entire face was covered in the shadow of the brim of his hat. He answered sullenly, "According to Noah, this is a 'gift' left by the last psychiatrist who provoked Tang Ze. Just think of his temple as a weird one, and some of the mechanisms of his temple were learned by Noah."

"Is there a mechanism that can continuously produce plasma that is so lifelike that it is hard to tell the difference..." Matsuda Jinpei pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling sickened by the image that came to his mind at first.

"So if you must say, you can treat the blood outside as if it was made from Tang Ze's blood." Zhu Fu Jingguang pointed to the cordon opposite, "The tube of blood I asked Shindou Sumire for yesterday was used for this."

"So, there won't be any flaws in the DNA identification?" Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but hiss.

"Although the blood produced in the cognitive world is a little different from real human blood, well, it's impossible to use it for medical purposes anyway, but it's enough to pour it on the ground to pretend that a person is losing blood rapidly." Zhu Fu Jingguang also pressed his eyebrows, "Don't ask about the details, it will make you sleep poorly."

As for what kind of pervert could come up with a "holy communion" using human blood as wine, it is difficult to understand even if you look back at past records.

According to other people who were watching at the scene, this guy was scared crazy by his own temple and was nearly killed inside. He thought it was quite credible.

"Ha, fake blood that can't be detected by scientific means?" Matsuda Jinpei shook his head. "If I were still a policeman, I'd feel sad for myself."

A different world that cannot be explained by common sense, which can directly touch and kill a person's soul.

Relying on pure power, one can change other people's minds, create something out of nothing, and turn falsehood into truth...

If Tang Ze's thoughts were to deviate one day, it would be terrifying to think about how much disaster he would bring to the world with such a world as his backing.

No wonder the organization that Zero and his team were working undercover in was so fanatical and desperate about this kind of power.

"That's enough power to create gods. Once it's developed and used, the impact it will bring is immeasurable." Zhu Fu Jingguang twisted his fingers twice, thinking of the "red wine" that passed through his fingers last night, which was indistinguishable from real blood. He also sighed, "It's already very restrained to only use it to create a fake murder case."

"God..." Matsuda Jinpei glanced at his expression from behind his sunglasses, "You speak so confidently, as if you have seen it before."

"I haven't seen her, but... you don't know the current situation in Miss Junhui's hometown." Zhu Fujingguang pressed down the brim of his hat and lowered his voice.

"Why is she involved again? What happened to her? Did she do anything with this power?" Jinpei Matsuda was completely confused as his impression of Shimabukuro Kimie was still that of a lively, motivated, gentle and reliable woman.

"...When you have time, you can also read more about the group." Zhu Fujingguang said tactfully, "Although you have no connection with the organization, so you don't have an urgent desire to understand this kind of power, you should still consider the situation of your teammates more."

Morobushi Kagemitsu, who had come into contact with Karasawa Ikawa and knew more or less the ambitions of the organization, was a little anxious for two days after he woke up and confirmed the abilities of the Phantom Thief of Heart.

They are worried that this power really exists and that the organization's research is not aimless. They are also worried that if the Phantom Thieves cannot hide this power, what the organization will do with it.

He did not express this emotion, but just silently fought and digested it in his heart, but Tang Ze seemed to have noticed it, so he asked Noah to show him the "criminal records" of everyone in the group.

I have to admit that I am no longer anxious after watching it. The effect is immediate.

Putting aside the starting point, in terms of lethality alone, it would be difficult for the organization to punish his ruthless teammates. "For things like this, I will naturally say it when I want to, there is no need to look at it secretly." Matsuda Jinpei waved his hand nonchalantly, "Forget it, anyway, it's very powerful, right?"

"Yes, very powerful. So, there is no need to worry about Kiharakawa's little power. Just leave the investigation results to Tang Ze." Zhu Fushimi patted his back, "No matter how difficult the maze is, it will not be difficult for them."

"I knew you were going to say that. I'm not worried about the difficulty..."

"Don't worry, Tang Ze won't be fooled by his father's phantom. Besides, he can't go alone. We are here."

"Alright alright……"

Matsuda Jinpei, who was somewhat convinced, lowered his head and pressed the keyboard of his mobile phone to integrate the information he had confirmed and write a document, while Morobushi Kagemitsu still stared at the "crime scene" across the street.

The list that the murderer handed to Mizutani Kosuke should have included those guys who had killed him...

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"Kousuke, this is our first time traveling together!"

"Kousuke, this tastes really good!"

"Don't worry, Kosuke, everything will be fine. As long as the two of us have confidence in the future, we will be able to overcome these difficulties one day. Don't be sad!"

"Kousuke, Kosuke——"

With a "click", the surrounding lights came on. Mizutani Kosuke blinked as if waking up from a dream, and then he felt tears almost sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

No matter how long it has been, some pains can never be erased. It is like a crack on porcelain. Once it exists, even if it does not cause it to shatter, it will only expand and deepen, soaked in time and memory, and cannot be healed.

The pain caused by death is especially great.

If possible, if given a choice, wouldn't it have been better to die with her in that fire three years ago?

"Sorry, it's so beautiful, I was a little stunned." Thinking of this, Mizutani Kousuke sat up straight and wiped the water marks from the corners of his eyes to cover up. "I have wanted to come to this planetarium for a long time. Thank you for helping me buy the tickets and make an appointment. If I come by myself, I don't know when I can get the tickets."

Although Tang Zejun, who is studying alone in Tokyo, is not a native of Tokyo, he still has more money than those who are busy doing odd jobs all day and running around to make a living.

Kosuke Mizutani was very grateful for the kindness of being willing to spend such energy on a stranger he had just met online.

"It's okay, it's just a small favor." Tang Ze, who was sitting next to him, smiled and considerately didn't ask the other party the reason for his emotional breakdown. He just stood up and pointed in the direction of the exit, "There are special souvenirs over there. The things made by the planetarium here are quite good. I even came here specifically to buy some of their things. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Okay. Thank you so much for coming with me today." Mizutani Kousuke stood up and bowed again to express his gratitude apologetically.

"This is it. Thank you for listening and sharing your story." Tang Ze returned the greeting, his tone calm but with a hint of melancholy.

"No, I feel the same way about this. For many things, saying that you can empathize with others is just a comforting excuse. Only people in the same situation can understand each other." Mizutani Kosuke lowered his head and subconsciously stroked the amulet hanging on the zipper of his bag.

"I think this is the meaning of the mutual aid society's existence." Tang Ze said, his eyes already falling on his canvas shoulder bag.

It is indeed difficult to find Kousuke Mizutani himself.

He lost his beloved girlfriend at a young age, had no family, no stable job, and lived on the fringe of society. He was the kind of guy who might die unexpectedly one day and no one would even notice.

He does have serious inner trauma and can find his own shadow, but even if he finds out from the shadow where he is going to work today, it is still a question whether he will be able to stop him in time and whether he can approach him quietly.

Therefore, Tang Ze followed his most familiar habit of collecting intelligence.

Find the commonalities between yourself and the other person, and use the methods and words that are most likely to resonate with you, so that the other person will take the initiative to approach you and reveal the information he needs.

Are there any similarities between Mizutani Kousuke and Karasawa's own experiences? Of course there are.

"I never thought that there was such a place as a mutual aid association for fire victims." Mizutani Kousuke, who was unaware of Karasawa's gaze, carried his bag, which was actually worth a thousand gold, and followed Karasawa to the souvenir shop. "Are there really so many fires in Kyoto?"

He believes that tourist cities should invest more resources and police force in this regard.

When Mizutani Kousuke saw the photos that Tang Ze sent privately on the forum, he was secretly shocked.

Tang Zejun's home was not simply a disaster. It had been burned to ashes.

Even if he still had some money, with his property destroyed like this, a minor who had lost his parents probably wouldn't even be able to rebuild it.

Seeing the discussion threads where Tang Ze confessed his feelings, although the other party did not lose his loved ones in the fire, Mizutani Kousuke still felt the pain of not being able to find even the last trace of his loved ones between the lines of his words.

A pain he was familiar with.

Time has passed, and such a long time has passed since the incident. The people around him are no longer willing to listen to him talk about his sorrows again. The pain has become more and more severe. After receiving news from his girlfriend's family, it has gradually become unbearable.

He had the opportunity to share his feelings with strangers he met by chance through the mutual aid section of the forum, and his anxiety was relieved and comforted.

Maybe this is what it means to be intimate with someone new.

Mizutani Kousuke sighed like this.

(End of this chapter)