Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 815 Everyone is a master of imagination
"So, Akechi-san, you came to the Toudou Tower tonight to complete a commission. So when will you return to the Toudou Tower and stay in the tower?"

"Maybe it's a little later than the others. I received a call about a commission in the afternoon, so I came to a nearby park, entered the East Metro Tower and stayed there until very late because I saw someone familiar."

"Someone familiar, who is it?"

"Well, to be more specific, it's Ms. Mao Lilan and others who are taking statements over there..."

"If it's Chinese Valentine's Day, seeing other young people here doesn't seem like something worth waiting until closing time."

"Well, this actually has nothing to do with my commission, but it is something related to Detective Mori after all..."

Conan leaned against Ran Mouri's legs, looked down at the stones and dust in front of his toes, listened absentmindedly to Goro Akechi's obviously nonsense lines, and was thinking about some complicated things in his mind.

Just as he expected, Adachi Toru was indeed the guy with a suspicious identity.

Yet this truth changes nothing; on the contrary, it seems to prove something worse.

A psychologist who used human nature to infiltrate and erode the police with the power of the organization. What role did the police play in Tang Ze's case, which was not at all complicated...

According to what he learned from the few words of Akechi Goro, Ireland did not necessarily have to have Adachi Toru.

For any policeman, a policeman whose entire information and life safety are under the control of the organization, it might be safer to actually erase and replace him than to push Adachi Toru into the investigation team.

Toru Adachi is just a byproduct of the intrigue within the organization, and cannot even be considered the tip of the iceberg of the organization's planning.

He really hoped that the other party said this just to express bravado, but the facts were so difficult to refute and deny.

The reason why Adachi Toru was chosen was simply because this information was easier for the organization to obtain, and this person was easier to grasp, more obedient, and easier to control...

"...You said your client is a painter named Sumire Shindo?!" Conan's messy and sad thoughts were pulled back by Shiratori Rensaburo's exclamation.

Sumire Shindo, the name of the last victim in the series of cases, was a successful painter at a young age.

Goro Akechi's words are just short of saying he saw a ghost...

"Yes, well, at least that's what she calls herself." Putting his chin in his hand and thinking, Akechi Goro pondered, "From your reaction, it seems that I'm involved in something again. What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my client? She's quite generous."

Shiratori Renzaburo looked down at the booklet in his hand, and secretly observed the other police officers around him.

Sumire Shindo was a semi-publicly dead person, and Goro Akechi, who had no police channels, might not know about this, but the party who made the commission must have known about it.

In addition, no colleague should have let slip the fact that Sumire Shindou actually survived.

So the person that Goro Akechi came into contact with...

"Tell me more about it."

Shiratori Renzaburo perked up, turned to a new page in the manual, and prepared to listen carefully, trying to find some necessary content from the clues here.

Conan, who had already determined that Goro Akechi was most likely talking nonsense, rolled his eyes and met Ran Mouri's worried and urgent gaze, no longer paying attention to what Akechi was saying.

The purpose of Goro Akechi coming to the Toudou Tower could definitely not be what he said, so the half-true and half-false statements that followed were most likely nonsense and lies, and there was no need to listen to them.

The opponent's biggest mission target has been destroyed under Gin's gun. Even if he really came to see "Sumi Shindo", the identity of this Sumire Shindo is about to be revealed.

A woman who appeared here, whose identity was unknown and who used the identity of a dead person, was obviously here to pick up Ireland and others. So the answer was actually very clear.

Belmode...

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"Vermouth, what are you daydreaming about?"

Brought back to her senses by the slightly cold voice beside her ear, Vermouth looked at the long piece of ash in her hand.

Judging from the length of the ash, she had been maintaining this posture, letting the cigarette in her hand burn for quite a while, so much so that Gin, who was standing two steps away, could not attract her attention.

She had relied on Kumail's information to figure out the situation at the scene and her emotions were extremely complicated. At this moment, she could only shrug her shoulders pretending to be relaxed after snapping her fingers twice.

"I was thinking about when Kumail first targeted Ireland. It definitely didn't seem like he was helping out 'by accident' or out of 'good intentions'."

The subtext of her words is that she has to be careful when getting along with Kumail, so as not to step into the other party's trap like Ireland, who died in great frustration and ended up being unable to escape.

That is, she believed that the failure and disastrous defeat of the Irish mission were all Kumail’s handiwork.

"So, how did Ireland's identity get exposed?" Gin had no interest in understanding his colleagues' mental journey, and only asked coldly, "Tell me the details."

It has been more than a day or two since the colleagues in the organization liked to intrigue against each other. The veteran Pisco has passed away, and Ireland, who had worked with him for many years, was in an awkward position where he could be killed by people from other factions at any time.

He was too lazy to guess and didn't need an answer as to whether Kumail was taking the opportunity to cause trouble and deliberately neglecting Ireland, causing him to get into trouble during his mission, or whether Bourbon or even more people were instructing him to use him to eliminate Ireland, the unstable factor.

The organization provided a convenient identity and an excellent background without any worries. With such conditions to complete the task, Ireland still couldn't do what he should do, and finally stepped into Kumail's trap...

In Gin's evaluation system, such people are generally referred to as trash, and he is not in the mood to sort the trash.

Now, asking Vermouth, the off-field assistant, to give a definite answer was just to confirm that Adachi Toru's identity was reliable, and to see how Ireland, who couldn't even play the role of a small policeman with the help of two top disguises, was exposed.

"How did Kumail bring him back to Tokyo... Ireland didn't ask about this matter, and he instinctively stayed away from Kumail out of disgust, so he lost the way to learn about this matter." Vermouth lowered her eyes and whispered Conan's judgment that he had made before, "Kumail is even less likely to tell him on his own initiative. He actually entered the Metropolitan Police Department relying on the cases solved by Kumail. These days, he lacked foresight about meeting 'Kang Ze Zhao' before, and was easily deceived."

In fact, it was Conan Edogawa who solved the case, but neither she nor Kumail could leave any loopholes for the organization in this regard. In addition, the causal order of time is also very subtle.

It is true that Ireland was tricked out, but when he was tricked out by Conan, Adachi Toru himself was already on the way back to the Metropolitan Police Department. The accusation that "Ireland was forced to attack the police because his identity was exposed, causing the situation to completely get out of control" is pure slander.

However, bullying the dead is a basic quality of winery employees, so when Vermouth was lying, his heart rate didn't speed up even a beat.

"So, Ireland didn't prepare complete information and was seen through by a group of police officers from all over the world." Gin concluded.

Vermouth glanced at him and slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke.

Gin didn't show it on his face, but he must be secretly happy that Ireland, the guy who was chasing after him and always yelling that he would report him to the boss, is gone.

However, since Kenzo Masuyama died very early and quickly, no one could seek justice for Ireland, so the conclusion of this incident was decided.

This was a completely black whistle game. No matter which referee it was, they would have fast-forwarded to the death penalty. It was all personal grudges and there was no reason at all. It was not surprising that Ireland would be defeated.

She leaned nonchalantly against the windowsill, adjusted her brown curly hair, made no effort to remove her disguise, and continued to look out the window at the night sky.

A crescent moon was cut by the dark East Capital Tower, like a sharp knife standing tall with its back to the light.

She too has things she has to protect and secrets she has to erase, Ireland, I'm so sorry.

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Perhaps because of the sincere curses from his plastic colleagues, the dazed Ireland frowned for a moment and struggled to open his eyes.

After a brief moment of confusion, the first thing that came was the unmistakable feeling of pain.

The penetrating wound caused by a sniper bullet at such a close distance is no joke. Gin, who came with Cohen and Chianti to encircle him, had no intention of holding back. Severe pain came with every breath.

Ireland instinctively wanted to raise his hand to check the wound, but when he moved, he found that he could not move his hands and feet at all.

He regulated his breathing, slowly regained his rhythm, and tried to get his blood flowing again, and to restore his darkened vision.

This is a laboratory, with a ceiling and instrument panels reflecting the cold silvery metallic luster, and overly neat, clean and shiny medicine cabinets, all of which are familiar to Ireland.

He was not one of Kumail's tragic experimental subjects, nor did he have anything to do with the organization's scientific research, but even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run, and he had more or less seen the layout and decoration style of the organization's laboratories.

Apart from the experimenters who were not wearing protective clothing, but masks and white coats and were walking hurriedly, he felt as if he had arrived at a secret base of the organization.

...No, maybe it’s not a question of resemblance.

Ireland had heard about the story of the mysterious loss of several underground research institutes organized by Kumail after he emerged in Tokyo.

However, the most daring guess in the organization at the time was that Kumail was dissatisfied with the laboratory system because of his background and the fact that he had been held hostage by the father of a middle-level member with drugs for many years for no reason, so he did some tricks and created some obstacles.

Some even went so far as to call it the "Curse of the Experiment" and added it to the organization's collection of unfunny dry humor.

It is said that Kumail's code name is now one of the commonly used passwords for entering and exiting certain laboratories. If for no other reason, it mainly plays a metaphysical role. The principle is probably similar to sending away the plague god...

As Ireland, whose hands and feet were fixed to the examination bed, was daydreaming, there was a slight sound of deflation from the airtight door at the door.

Unable to turn his head far enough, he reluctantly shifted his gaze to look at the entrance of this small laboratory.

A brown-haired woman in a white coat, who looked like she was really here to inspect and do experiments in the laboratory, strode in with a bag of documents and medicines.

Ireland stared at her face and took another deep breath.
The first time was painful, the second time was surprising.

Of course he recognized this face. After all, he was the former top researcher of the organization who became a codenamed member at the tender age of 16 thanks to his talent in the field of biopharmaceuticals...

"Shirley, you actually got involved with Kumail..." Ireland opened his mouth and said this in surprise and ridicule.

Miyano Shiho lost her parents when she was still an infant, and was then raised like a piece of trash.

If it weren't for her uncle and aunt, and Miyano Elena's sister and her family coming into the organization's sight, it would still be unknown whether this girl, who was destined to become a member of the organization before she was one year old, could receive the proper education and live until the day when her talent was discovered and cultivated.

Regardless of whether Ikawa Karasawa and Leona Karasawa are willing or not, or whether they want to cooperate or not, at the practical level, the two of them are the top leaders in organizing the laboratory for the past eight years.

As their relative, Miyano Shiho's status was unprecedentedly improved, and as a result, she got the opportunity to go overseas and be carefully cultivated.

For her who lost her parents at a young age, all the parts that the Miyano couple were absent were taken over by the Karasawa couple. She basically grew up with this couple.

This is a closer connection than his and Pisco, which makes her turning to Kumail all the more ridiculous.

Have you really forgotten their deaths and the identity of Kumail, who killed their children with your own hands?
Are your hatred and willpower really strong enough to overcome this resentment and cooperate with Kumail?
Forced to change back to large size, Miyano Shiho, who came over to work urgently, paused.

She didn't even need to ask any questions. Just by looking at Ireland's expression, she knew what the other person was thinking.

Ever since the fact that Kumail and Shirley were related became part of Tang Ze's script, her reaction had become very flat and numb, and she didn't even glance at him.

She didn't have much time and was in no mood to hang out with these emotionally charged members of the organization.

"Close your eyes." She raised the eye drops in her hand, pulled the equipment behind the examination bed, and like a cold and cruel dentist, dragged the shadowless lamp in front of her, "Or I can close it for you."

(End of this chapter)