Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 940 Ye Gong loves dragons
Bai Ma Tan was silent for a moment. Before speaking, he took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

"Many people would misunderstand that I returned to Japan so actively to participate in many investigations just for the matter of Kaito Kidd, but I actually explained the reason why I came back in detail last time."

"Because of the unidentified Japanese couple's death outside the country?" Hattori Heiji would not forget the story he told, and nodded. "Why, is this also related to what you want to say?"

"That's about right." Bai Ma Tan closed the cover of the pocket watch and carefully stroked its warm shell before putting it back in his pocket. He said slowly, "Investigating their affairs is one of my goals, and the reason I am so concerned about this matter is that it has some connection with the criminals I have been tracking down..."

"Could it be that Scobin is also the target you are pursuing?"

"That's right. Scorpion, the murderer who specialized in sniping people's right eyes and targeting the treasures of the Romanov dynasty, committed countless murders and robberies..."

As if he had sensed something, Tang Ze turned his head and looked deeper into the corridor.

There, several detectives who had safely retrieved the Egg of Memory were gathered there discussing something, waiting for the Suzuki family to arrange the next itinerary and considering whether to go on the cruise ship.

Before he could look for long, Suzuki Sonoko sighed loudly and drew his attention back.

“Oh, really. After working so hard for so long, I still couldn’t capture the scene where Lord Kid and Akechi appear together. What a pity. It’s all the fault of the police from Investigation Section 2. They insisted on confronting Kid head-on. As a result, not only did they fail to protect the treasure, but the camera I prepared for a long time was completely useless…” She stomped her feet angrily, looking very indignant, as if she was not very satisfied with the current state of the exhibition.

Tang Ze shook his head, looking a little helpless.

Who said you didn’t take a picture? Open your phone and check. You clearly took a picture. It’s very historic and dramatic…

If he were to give his evaluation, the effect of the opening of this exhibition was actually very good.

After a series of twists and turns, the Egg of Memories is now not only a collection of historical value, but also a treasure that was lost and recovered by the Kaito Kidd. It has not only become more precious, but also made the exhibition more topical.

The premium she paid to invite Goro Akechi was completely worth the money. Not only did Karasawa help her with all public relations matters, he even assisted Secretary Nishino in making a series of hype plans for the next step of the art museum, leaving many sufficiently extended and imaginative media public relations directions, including those related to Kaito Kid and the Suzuki family's collection. Basically, he did all the PR work.

If we only consider the business direction, Suzuki Sonoko has not lost out at all, but her consideration criteria are obviously not like that.

"Isn't this good? The museum is now closely tied to Kidd. After all, this is the treasure you snatched back from Kidd. I see that reservations for the museum are already very popular..."

Although the actual battle had nothing to do with the art museum, except for the police and detectives who were keen on arresting Kidd and people closely related to the incident, no one actually cared much about the details. Instead, the art museum that was repeatedly mentioned in the news made people more eager to join in the fun.

"Hey, you're right..." Suzuki Sonoko leaned on the balcony railing in a low mood, looking down at the roofs of several pavilions below. "But it's strange. They all said that Kidd fell into the sea, and that the Egg of Memory fell from a great height because he was attacked, so it needs to be repaired. I observed it carefully, and I don't think there is anything broken. It can't be that hard, and it's still intact after such a big fall."

She tapped her chin with a puzzled expression.

The main materials of the Egg of Memory are gold and silver, and alloys are only used in structural positions to increase strength. No matter what kind of precious metal it is, it should not have such strong impact resistance.

Tang Ze rolled his eyes and said nothing.

That's naturally because the Egg of Memory was not dropped at all.

Not only was it not dropped, the treasure itself, which was truly born from the hands of a craftsman and carried memories, was held by Tang Ze, who had hurt Scobin, and returned to the cognitive space. The one that "fell on the ground" was born in the hall of Kankawa Ryu, fresh and hot from the pot, and was held in Asai Narimi's hand and placed carefully on the ground.

No matter which one it is, there is certainly no possibility of any damage.

"It may have something to do with the craftsmanship." Tang Ze replied softly, "After all, it is a royal custom-made handicraft, so it is normal for it to be more durable."

"Well, okay..." Suzuki Sonoko shrugged, letting go of this not-so-big question, and turned to ask about the next trip, "Are you going to take the cruise back to Tokyo with us? They said that the Egg of Memory must be transported carefully and must be well protected. That's ridiculous. I played with it as a toy for so long before. It's a bit too late to treat it as a fragile item now."

"You and Xiaolan are all going back on the cruise ship, so of course I want to go with you. Don't worry, I don't have any psychological trauma about ships." Tang Ze realized the real question she wanted to ask and waved his hand casually, "That's a human problem, the ship is innocent."

"I'm glad you're okay." Suzuki Sonoko was relieved when she saw that Tang Ze's expression was indeed not reluctant. "I think the way back will be quite lively this time. Not only us, but also the White Horse Detective will come, and those collectors and so on. They insisted on protecting the treasures at close range. I think they are worried that there will be serious damage and it will affect the valuation..."

"Clap!"

Hearing the sound of falling behind her, Suzuki Sonoko realized that there was someone behind her. She quickly tidied up her appearance, stood up straight and turned around, only to find that the person who came was Pu Si Qinglan, who had changed into a new cheongsam.

Pu Siqinglan was just reaching into her handbag, and now a subtle expression of shock appeared on her face, so that the things in her hands rolled onto the tile floor.

Realizing that the other party might have heard her inadvertently polite sarcasm, Suzuki Sonoko coughed twice, took the initiative to pick up the things that fell on the ground for her, and immediately changed her tone to greet: "It's you, Miss Pu Si. Why didn't I seem to see you at the party last night? Is there something... eh?"

When handing the small lipstick back, Suzuki Sonoko noticed the cover on her right eye and couldn't help but snort in confusion.

Pu Siqinglan was wearing a small hat today, and the hanging veil just covered half of her face. Therefore, one had to get closer to see that she was wearing an eyepatch covering her right eye.

"Ah, are you feeling unwell?" Suzuki Sonoko's tone became softer. She stepped forward and supported Pu Si Qinglan while handing back the things.

Pu Siqinglan shuddered and came to his senses when her warm palm touched him. He forced a smile at Suzuki Sonoko, who looked concerned. "It's nothing. I'm just not used to the weather here. I've been overusing my eyes these days and have conjunctivitis..."

"Oh, so is this the reason why you were absent yesterday?"

"Yes, I went to the clinic to get some anti-inflammatory medicine..."

As Pu Siqinglan spoke, her intact eye unconsciously drifted to Tang Ze's face. After seeing his smiling expression, she almost instinctively raised her hand and touched her eye patch. It was this face...!
As a shooter who has only played one position for so many years, she is naturally confident in her eyesight and will never misjudge what she sees.

At that time, Kaito Kid was wearing a monocle on his face, so it was unlikely that he would disguise himself, not to mention that he had already succeeded and was fleeing the scene with the treasure in his hand, so there was no need for disguise at all.

So, so Kaito Kidd, really is...

Then, that shot yesterday...

She was confident in her accuracy, and although the distance was not close, she definitely hit the target at that time.

He was shot in the right eye by a gun, but he was unharmed. Instead, it was him who was hit, as if he had been shot by his own bullet...

The fingers that were pressing on the blindfold twitched nervously for a few times, and it took some effort for her to control her strange and sinister gaze.

There's something weird about this guy, huge weirdness.

I can't just let him go, for my undefeated record and for her ritual...

"Do you think that his insistence on shooting the victim's right eye is not just a sign of a serial killer, but more likely some kind of ritualistic behavior?" Hattori Heiji understood what Hakuba Tan meant and summarized it briefly.

"Yes. Generally speaking, a killer like him who is after money would not be considered a psychopath. But Scobin's case is very special. Even though the victim had more valuable artworks and cultural relics in his hands, he insisted on taking only those related to the Romanov dynasty. This is unusual enough in itself, but his behavior pattern always reminds me of some examples."

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Bai Ma Tan gathered the photos spread out on the table, pulled out the last one, and slowly pushed it to the center of the table.

In the photo, a fat middle-aged man was shown with his hands tied behind his back and pressed upside down in a fish tank. The huge viewing fish tank was half stained red with blood.

"This is a photo of the victim before him. I found that Scobin not only saw shooting the right eye as a means of killing, but more like an execution, an execution for a specific purpose. As long as the situation allowed, he would abuse the victim even more cruelly."

"It's like he's venting his anger." Hattori Heiji looked at the photo and pushed Conan away before he could get his eager head closer. "It was Scobin who broke into someone else's house and stole someone else's things, but these actions seem like he's dissatisfied with the victim."

"Yes, I infer that no matter what the Romanov dynasty means to Scobin, this man takes it for granted that he should possess these things, so he has the right to vent his so-called anger towards innocent victims." Hakuba glanced at Conan, whose head was pushed away by Hattori Heiji, and nodded lightly.

"Another psychopath..." Conan, who failed to see the picture, crossed his arms and complained in a low voice.

For some reason, he had a feeling that the number of psychopaths he encountered recently was increasing.

Was it his illusion, or were those who were not crazy enough already dealt with by the Phantom Thieves who were keeping a close eye on his steps, so that the mental state of the ones who escaped seemed to be getting worse and worse...

Regarding Conan's conclusion, which is hard to say whether it is the correct answer, Tang Ze commented that it is difficult to assert other people's mental state, and Scobin's mental state is indeed a bit crazy.

Ever since he came to the art museum and requested to accompany the Egg of Memory back to Tokyo, it has become increasingly difficult for Scobin to maintain Pu Siqinglan's cold and aloof personality.

It seemed like she couldn't control her emotions at all. Her eyes kept drifting towards Tang Ze and her fingers kept repeating certain small movements, as if the murderous intent in her heart was on the verge of getting out of control and she had to find something else to restrain her emotions and divert her attention.

Like now.

"My great-grandfather's name was Kiichi. He used to work as a craftsman in Faberuge's workshop, and because of that, he married a local Russian woman..."

Natsumi Kosaka watched as Masato Nishino slowly walked into the cabin holding something in his hand. She withdrew her gaze with great restraint, and looked at Shiro Suzuki again, who was full of curiosity, and smiled gently.

"On the second day after they got married, the revolution broke out, and he took my great-grandmother back to Japan. The two gave birth to a daughter, my grandmother. But not long after, my great-grandmother died. My great-grandfather also died nine years later, at the age of only 45. My parents died in a traffic accident when I was young, and I was raised by my grandmother..."

"But, the old lady unfortunately passed away last month." The old man who had been standing quietly at the side, Sawabe Kuranosuke, who was also Kosaka Natsumi's housekeeper, bent down and finished the rest of her words for her.

After lowering her eyes and being silent for two seconds, Natsumi Kosaka continued, "I have been working as a pastry chef in Paris. It was for this reason that I returned to Japan to sort out my grandmother's belongings. That's why I found this..."

This time, what Natsumi Kosaka took out was no longer a photocopy.

She moved very carefully, slowly pulling out two yellowed, torn pieces of paper from her bag and slowly spreading them out on the table.

"Memories. Hmm, it does look like an egg of memories..."

Shiro Suzuki compared the torn pages on the table with the details of the small handicraft next to it. It was only at this time that Natsumi Kosaka finally turned her gaze to the exquisite silver-green object.

She couldn't be too impatient or lose her manners at this time. If she wanted to impress Suzuki Shiro, she had to pay attention to her attitude...

Tang Ze could certainly sense that she was extremely cautious because of her fear of losing something. Therefore, the fact that Pu Siqinglan, whose attention should have been attracted by the Egg of Memory, was keeping her eyes around his face seemed particularly prominent and strange.

While everyone in the room was gathered around the table to observe, Tang Ze quickly turned his gaze away and looked back indifferently.

What are you looking at? You are just suspecting that I am Kaito Kidd and wondering why I am not dead. Is it necessary to make it so exaggerated?
Besides, don't you worship your immortal ancestor and have complete faith in his power? Now there really is an undead standing in front of you, why are you panicking?

Tang Ze decided that he would exchange an idiom with the young lady from China in a while.

(End of this chapter)