The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"I don't want this kind of trash." Leng sneered, and Gin did not hide the disdain in his words, "It's the list given by the research institute. Kumail suddenly mentioned this name two days ago, saying that this guy I offended him, so I went to make inquiries.”

"Oh? Is he very good at research?" The expression on Toru Amuro's face gradually became serious as he looked at the phone, and Toru Amuro's tone of voice was still Bourbon's sarcastic tone, "He has indeed provoked Kumail. He stared at Kumail said, 'Karasawa Ikawa' to the left and 'Your father is a very powerful scholar' to the right. I'm surprised that Kumail has tolerated him to this day."

Gin let out a disdainful snort again, and there was no surprise in Gin's description: "He was originally a madman. How can any madman like a psychiatrist?"

"It's rare for you to be able to joke, Gin." Toru Amuro naturally turned to the topic of research with a hint of surprise in his words, "Do organizations still need psychiatrists? It's really strange, or is this the idea of ​​some research institute? It’s just a moth to fight for funding.”

Hearing the word "funding", Gin, who was originally in a very stable mood, suddenly felt a throbbing pain between his eyebrows.

After enduring it for a long time, he finally restrained himself from throwing "You two are the least qualified to mock this" in Bourbon's face. Gin replied stiffly in a more air-conditioned tone: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't know. .”

"Oh - so this is a guy with some real skills?" If he can be dissuaded by a simple warning, then it is really inconsistent with the basic setting of bourbon. Naturally, Toru Amuro cannot let it go easily, but seize it. He asked as if there was some flaw, "Or is there something urgent?"

Too lazy to continue testing with the intelligence agents, Gin answered bluntly: "It's not very useful, but at least it's a bit basic. They are afraid that Kumail will directly kill people, so they plan to use the expedited channel to absorb them."

This kid Tang Ze...

Toru Amuro, who understood what Gin meant, suddenly felt like he had just walked out of the cafe, and his mood was extremely complicated.

It is obvious that during the past few days of amnesia, Karasawa not only did not carefully stay away from the organization's affairs, but perhaps he also used Belmode to deepen his understanding of the organization, and boldly borrowed Kumel's identity to carry out Quite a few things.

Tangze, who had lost his memory in recent months, seemed to have become more sensitive to matters related to his parents' research, and he was aware of what they had guessed before - the so-called Tangze School was probably left behind intentionally by the organization. The academic influence of Ichikawa Karasawa is used as a channel to attract new blood to relevant laboratories of the organization.

Then he did not hesitate to use Kumel's identity, which he was not yet familiar with, to block Kyosuke Futo's escape route.

"That's what you mean..." Thinking like this, his tone slowly turned to a friendly and joking tone, as if he was teasing a bad friend with whom he had a good relationship, which made Gin's eyebrows wrinkle in disgust, "So , you want me to urgently review Fuudo Kyosuke’s qualifications and consider urgent acceptance and transfer?”

After saying this question, he burst into hearty laughter.

This rather cheerful smile was faithfully reproduced to Gin by the radio waves, causing Gin's eyebrows to twitch briefly, and Vodka, who also heard the content of their conversation, to have a slightly distorted expression.

There it is again, that familiar feeling.

After Kumel was sent to Bourbon to "bring new people", the styles of these two guys who were somewhat similar began to gradually merge with each other.

To him, it was equivalent to saying that he couldn't have these two colleagues anymore and didn't want to get any closer.

Kumail's speaking style is becoming more and more bourbon-y, sweet-talking and full-bodied, duplicitous, and increasingly sinister and eccentric when speaking. Now bourbon, in turn, is getting closer to the image played by Kumail, with this sunny laugh. what's going on.

"Hahaha, I'm afraid it's too late for you to consider this issue now." Bourbon, who sounded really happy and out of breath with laughter, said on the phone, "I don't have this kind of worry anymore, because it's just When you made this call, Kyosuke Futo should have been surrounded by police and was already hopeless."

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"Let's go!" Kyosuke Futo, who no longer cared about his image, whispered an order in Karasawa's ear, "Don't delay on purpose. I still have a gun, don't force me."

Hearing his feigned ferocious expression, Tang Ze rolled his eyes and wanted to answer him directly, Oh, is that right? Take it out and show it to me?

He returned the gun and found other cold weapons from his body. It was considered that Fuudo Kyousuke was well prepared.

——Speaking of which, it is really unscientific that the theme park opened in this world in Tokyo does not have metal security checks.

If he remembered correctly, in addition to a pistol equipped with a silencer, Kyosuke Futo was carrying a tactical dagger that was definitely a controlled knife, and he also carried a night vision device that was extremely outrageous.

Well, as a mercenary, it makes sense for you to come to the amusement park, right? How on earth did this get in? Check the ticket office of Dorobiga Park carefully.

Oh no, I counted on my fingers and found that I have been here before. The owner of a gang-related company carrying 100 million yen, carrying guns and other contraband, and not dressed like a good guy with the codename of a black organization.

With this reasoning, it seems really reasonable...

Kyousuke Futo, who didn't know what Karasawa was thinking, only thought that his intimidation had worked. He grabbed Karasawa who no longer resisted his strength, strangled him directly by the throat, dragged him back quickly, and started to leave the police. Their surrounding sight.

During this entire process, he did not forget to use Tang Ze's figure to tightly cover the vital parts of his front, ensuring that he would not be attacked during the retreat.

Karasawa, who knew exactly what he was doing, rolled his eyes again.

Futo Kyosuke is really that kind of classicist prisoner.

Fortunately, he is not from another movie, otherwise Kogoro Mori should show him what it means to make a prompt decision and what a Russian-style rescue involving hostages means.

The long-awaited desire to complain kept coming up in his heart, but it did not prevent the acting buff that was automatically covered on Tang Ze's face from functioning normally.

"Doctor Fuuto..." Due to the restraint, Karasawa's voice was very difficult and weak, but he still held his hands tightly on Fuuto Kyosuke's arm and made a sound with difficulty, "Why do you..."

"I'm sorry, Karasawa-kun." Kyousuke Futo said this with no apology in his tone, but his tone was emotional and sincere, "I have no other choice. Help me, please help me. I won't hurt you, Just help me this time..."

There is no other choice...this is an amusement park.

In the booth area where they were standing just now, children and older children were lying on the floor, and they caught him accurately. Isn't it because of the mentality of greedy for the chance to lose?

In the end, I still can't give up my coveting of Karasawa Ikawa's academic achievements.

It was precisely because of Futo Kyousuke's accurate judgment that Karasawa confidently told Haibara Ai that some situations would arise next and there was no need to worry about him.

"...Help you?" While struggling to keep breathing, Tangze watched helplessly as everyone with different expressions got farther and farther away from him, and whispered at a volume that was difficult to raise, "How can I help? "

"Follow me!" Sensing the further softening of Karasawa's attitude, Futo Kyousuke's eyes brightened as he thought he had hope of escaping. He unloaded his bag with one hand and continued to control Karasawa with the other, running quickly towards his destination. .