Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 911 Can you show me that? That's it
"3, 2, 1——"

As the camera restarted, Tang Ze immediately picked up what he had said before being stopped, as if the twenty-minute break had never happened. He continued in a natural tone, "...It's really a rather tortuous and bizarre story, right?"

The other people around him were obviously still in a state of relaxation, and when they heard him say that, none of them could come back to their senses in time.

Of course, when captured by the camera, this scene, the story told by Goro Akechi, caused such a great shock that even the experienced detectives were speechless for a moment.

"That being said..." Realizing that the slowly turning camera was full of sinister intent, Bai Ma cleared his throat, "Since this incident happened decades ago, the truth is actually impossible to verify, right? Just like Jack the Ripper."

Some cases, if they cannot be solved at the time, may become eternally unsolved cases. Although the truth must exist somewhere, those who know the truth will be swallowed up by time, causing some things to fall into silence.

Therefore, if he only tells a sensational story but the truth of the story cannot be verified at all, his reasoning will seem meaningless.

"Hmm, who knows?" Tang Ze curled his eyes, folded his hands on his knees, and made a very meaningful expression.

In theory, this is true, but isn't this a coincidence? The protagonist of "Funeral", who is also the owner of the annex, is still alive in this world.

"Actually, this is why I am here to talk about this case." Tang Ze changed the subject and bent down to pull out a few letters from his briefcase. "As for the truth of this case, I think it would be difficult to convince everyone if I just tell it orally. Coincidentally, I received some invitations, and my client asked me to verify my investigation... How about it, detectives, are you interested in participating in this 'feast'?"

Just listening to him say this, it seemed that all the previous introductions and mystifications were for this invitation, but combined with what he just said, that the guests attending the banquet are the menu of the feast, these exquisite pieces of letterhead had a somewhat ominous feeling.

Although they were muttering in their hearts, the actions of several people who took over were very clear.

Isn't it just a possible crisis? Even if someone died, that happened half a century ago. Even if the murderer really exists, he must be older than all of them combined, and there is no way he can pose any threat to them.

Compared to this trivial worry, exploring the unknown is more interesting.

Several people came over one by one and took a piece of paper from Tang Ze's hand. They put the envelope away and were very careful not to open it in front of the camera. Only when Tokatsu Junya, who was standing at the end, walked over did he find that Tang Ze's hand was empty.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at Goro Akechi who had an innocent look on his face, as if he didn't know why he was in a daze in front of him, then looked at Conan who had also received a letter and was carefully putting it into his blazer, raised his hand stupidly and pointed at his nose.

Even primary school students have it, what about his?

"Sorry, I only have a few." Tang Ze, who was deliberately ostracizing others, didn't even have the interest to put on a show and simply spread his hands. "After all, I am only responsible for forwarding them, not the one who invited them. If you are interested, I will ask for you when we return to the main island?"

This is purely social etiquette, which means I don't want to give it to him.

The corner of Tokatsu Junya's mouth twitched, and he put his half-extended hand back into his pocket: "No, I'm not really interested."

"That's a pity." Tang Ze gave him an apologetic smile, "I thought most detectives would like such an invitation. I was too presumptuous."

The lower half of Tokatsu Junya's face was twitching.

It was obvious that this guy was deliberately targeting him. Even the children got the invitations but there was no preparation for him. However, he acted as if he had refused. However, in front of the camera, he did not dare to confront the extremely popular Goro Akechi head-on.

If this were edited into the video by a TV station looking to stir up trouble, wouldn't he be killed by Goro Akechi's young and energetic fans?

Even, in order to comply with etiquette, one has to politely say that one has different interests and so on...

The corners of his mouth twitched again and again, and he couldn't say the rest of the words. He was so depressed that his whole face began to turn purple.

This feeling of being embarrassed in front of everyone is what Tokatsu Junya least wants to experience in his life. This group of people in front of him has made him experience it twice in just half a day.

"Everyone..." Mizunashi Rena looked at the time, raised her hand and waved, "I'm sorry to interrupt your entertainment, but our voyage will soon reach the end. We have arrived at the island for the second test, everyone, get ready to disembark!"

Tokatsu Junya, who had been standing stiffly on the spot, breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been saved. He no longer cared about the camera or other people's looks, and hurriedly left the spot, fleeing towards his room in a panic.

These detectives vaguely regarded him as an alien who was not worthy of being compared with themselves. Although Tokatsu Junya was not sensitive to other emotions, he fully appreciated this subtle atmosphere. He had had enough.

Damn it, Akechi Goro... I don't believe you're really as flawless as you appear in front of the camera, just wait...

Watching Tokatsu Junya's back as he walked away, Tang Ze picked up the lemon slice on the edge of the cup and stuffed it into his mouth, smiling helplessly at the others: "You are so anxious, Tokatsu-kun. Doesn't he have any chance to travel to the sea in Hokkaido?"

Then he really needs to cherish this opportunity, because who knows, this may be the last peaceful time in his life.

Even if Nanatsuki Koshimizu didn't do anything to him, once the news got out, wouldn't the families of so many victims implicated be furious?
Tokizu Junya was the first to return to his room to pack his luggage, so naturally, he was also one of the first to walk down the ship's side.

Compared with the elegant and luxurious cruise ship prepared by the program team, the small uninhabited island in front of us is extremely desolate.

The dense vegetation has not been tended for who knows how long. The layers of bushes and trees have almost returned to their original jungle form. The entire ground is covered tightly with a layer of humus, and there is no trace of soil at all.

And in such a remote place, there is actually a two-story wooden house. Observing the building structure from the outside, it looks like an ordinary small hotel. There is even a "Open" sign hanging in front of the double doors.

"How could you find such a place..." Hattori Heiji, the second person to come down, looked at the scenery in front of him, and his mouth twitched for a while, "This looks like an abandoned hotel. My God, there are actually people who opened a hotel in a place like this? Who are they entertaining? Are they ghosts crawling out of the sea?"

This is an unknown island with no name or signs. On the map, it is only a tiny dot, smaller than a sesame seed. Anyone who can open a hotel here is truly a business talent. Capitalism has found a treasure.

"There's no signal at all." Conan took out his phone and pressed it. As expected, he saw the notification outside the circle. "That's right, how can a base station be built in a place like this? It might be cheaper to just use a satellite phone."

"Well, as a stage for a mystery and suspense, it's quite appropriate." Bai Ma, who was also flipping through his phone, stroked his chin, "The atmosphere is pretty good."

"Who does this hotel belong to?" Seeing Rena Mizunashi leading the film crew down, Hattori Heiji looked at the small house that had been ravaged by wind and rain, and then looked at the cruise ship that was ten meters high behind them and looked so magnificent compared to the small island. He was completely confused about their thoughts.

Why do we shoot in such a place? Is it for the atmosphere? The cruise ship has been rented and brought here, so can't we just shoot on the sea?
"I heard it was a rich man's former vacation villa, but it was abandoned because he rarely came." Mizunashi Rena shrugged, showing a smile that belonged to a variety show host, "To be honest, it's much cheaper than setting up a real set at a TV station." "I knew it..." Hattori Heiji held his forehead and sighed for a while, "How can there be a variety show that makes the guests live too comfortably? It doesn't exist."

"Can such a small hotel accommodate so many people from the crew?" Conan looked hesitantly at the hotel that was almost like the set of a haunted house. After thinking for a while, he made a final struggle.

"You don't need to accommodate us? As long as there's enough space for the camera and the rest of you, it'll be fine." Mizunashi Rena patted the little boy's head with a smile, "We can just live on the boat."

"Oh, that's not fair—"

"I knew it was not easy to get such a high salary."

"Damn it, your salary is high, but I get nothing!"

"It's not okay for a kid to be so profit-driven."

"Hey--"

Several high school students were arguing in front of the camera. Only Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, silently shifted her gaze away from the detectives and looked quietly at Junya Tokitsu, who had remained silent since he got off the boat.

From her angle, she could clearly see the other person's neck covered with sweat and his almost pale face.

This was actually the most suitable place she could find within her ability, and Goro Akechi simply accepted her suggestion and did not make any changes to her destination.

Tokatsu Junya, who had heard her retell the case on the road, must have recalled, standing in front of this dilapidated wooden house with a similar structure, how he stood in the lavender manor, pointed at Xiaoxun's panicked face, and commanded everyone to kill.

"It's a pretty good place." Pushing his sunglasses, Nanatsuki Koshimizu said leisurely.

"Huh? Miss Koshimizu, you call this place nice... You, you couldn't be..." Hattori Heiji's expression became weird.

"Your look is very rude. I just think it's nice to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. When I watch TV variety shows, don't they all like to do something about survival in the wild, letting the guests set up tents on the beach or something..." Nanatsuki Yumizu, who was much more relaxed, talked a little more.

"But we are participating in a detective variety show! Not a survival show!" Hattori Heiji protested.

Tang Ze, who was walking slowly at the end, came up, patted Hattori Heiji on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "80 yen, 80 yen..."

Hattori Heiji, who was about to say something, immediately stopped talking.

80 yen, this is the final package price that Toru Amuro negotiated for Hattori Heiji.

Although his family was well-off, the high school detective, who had never taken paid commissions, could only get pocket money from his family. 80 yen in one go was enough to make him hesitate.

Two days of recording, 2 yen. As long as he is not forced to distill seawater on the spot, Hattori Heiji thinks he can tolerate it.

"Not a bad price..." Bai Ma Tan, who heard their whispers, turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Your price is higher than his, right?"

"They have to endure for such a long time and cooperate with these designs and scripts. There must be a reason for that." Tang Ze shrugged, but did not deny Bai Ma Tan's guess.

However, his gaze had already passed through the crowd of staff and fell on Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was standing with her hands behind her back, quietly admiring the wooden house in front of her.

The original script was changed, and the original stage naturally lost its meaning.

"... However, this uninhabited island isolated from the world is simply a special testing ground built for cognitive space." Standing at the junction of the foggy sea and the sea, Miyano Akemi brushed the hem of her skirt to get rid of the smell of the sea breeze and took off the butterfly-shaped lace mask on her face.

The sound of dripping water was heard, and a pair of wet, cold hands touched the neck, which made Jinpei Matsuda, who was walking on the beach and chatting with his classmates, shudder and forced him to concentrate.

He touched his cold neck and looked helplessly in the direction of Miyano Akemi.

No matter how many times Tang Ze explained that the ability of Miyano Akemi's mask was this kind of bonus, he always felt that the reason why Miyano Akemi's Ophelia could have such a strong effect of concentrating attention and improving mental state was simply because of the pair of wet hands stuffed into people's collars, the refreshing effect was really good.

Especially in this cold seaside, you will feel numb if you come here.

While rubbing the back of his neck where the hairs stood on end, Matsuda Jinpei snapped his fingers.

A huge statue emerged from behind him and a cluster of fire lit up.

The next moment, the fog in front of them seemed to be ignited by the flame. The violent airflow swirled and dissipated rapidly, blowing the hair of several people everywhere.

"Only at this moment, I hope these guys can be a little more careful with their techniques and not be so rough." Shimabukuro Kimie held down her braids that were about to fall apart and complained softly.

Kenji Hagiwara, who had been watching their actions with wide eyes, heard her voice and his eyes lit up as if he remembered something.

He turned his head and looked at Shimabukuro Kimie, who was wearing a black shrine maiden costume and had a furious fox mask on her face. He pointed at the island in front of him and said, "Can you perform that, that..."

“…No!” The witch tried to maintain her composure in the strong wind, but finally couldn’t help herself and hit the tall and handsome man in front of her with the blade of the scimitar in her hand, “What kind of weird things did you hear from them!”

"Hey, didn't you just say that their methods were too rough..."

"That doesn't mean that pressing the impression space into reality is not rough! Damn it, Trigger, what nonsense are you talking about again!"

(End of this chapter)