The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

The heavy iron fence door opened in front of her, and Belmod's eyes followed the keyhole that projected a ray of light, and a faint ray of light danced in her black eyes at this moment.

"Sorry," the man who led the way smiled apologetically at her, "Futo Kyousuke's case has a great impact, and his current confidentiality level is relatively high...the detention procedures are more complicated."

"Understandable." She pushed up her square glasses and answered in a serious tone, "It is precisely because of the seriousness of the matter that we have to pay attention to all the patients he has dealt with. The priority of the current murder case should have been We were the ones causing you trouble in the first place.”

"What the hell! Hey, Dr. Futo Kyosuke, his reputation within the bureau has always been excellent, but I didn't expect that..."

With a decent and polite smile on his face, Belmode was no longer in the mood to listen carefully to what the guy leading the way was saying. Those chattering greetings slowly turned into a kind of background noise.

Her eyes wandered carelessly down the hallway.

There are very few rooms here, and the corridors are extremely long. The cold white lights cast overlapping circles of light on the even colder white walls, giving this heavily guarded area the quality of being in a hospital.

Kyosuke Futo was indeed given a very high level of confidentiality...

If it's just about serial murderers, or about using one's position to abuse minors or even cause death... these are serious felonies, but their relationship to the confidentiality level is still limited.

With such a high-level detention, his connection with the organization, or in other words, his connection with Karasawa Ikawa, has been noticed by the Japanese police.

After the heavy door opened, Belmode finally saw his target today.

This is a good-looking guy, gentle and handsome, with signs of age well hidden, and obvious signs of investment in taking care of his appearance.

The shadow of his successful career still lingers on him. Although his face is pale and slumped due to the drastic changes he has suffered, and he looks like an unconscious ghost in his prison uniform, the aura of a gentle scum can still be glimpsed.

"He is still in the stage of stubborn resistance. There are many things that he cannot remember clearly. Maybe there is not much that can be asked." The policeman who led the way came to Belmode's ear and whispered a reminder.

"I understand. Well, it's a matter of confidentiality..."

"I see."

After the heavy door behind him was closed tightly, Belmod glanced at the camera in the corner and turned in the direction of Fuido Kyousuke.

"...I told you, I can't remember anything." Kyosuke Futo, who was fixed on the seat without even looking at her face, said directly, "You all should investigate the matter of me killing Ninoho. It’s clear. The same thing happened with the two policemen behind. What else do you want to ask me? I don’t even know how I got to Dorobiga Park..."

"Raise your head and look at me." In response to Futo Kyousuke's self-defeating remarks, Belmode smiled, took out something from the briefcase he was carrying, and ordered.

Futo Kyousuke was stunned for a moment and raised his head.

"Click——"

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"Click——"

When Gin walked into the basement, he felt the dazzling white light and immediately stopped and became alert.

Although it was unlikely that flash bombs would be used in an attack in this environment, he still pulled out the Beretta without hesitation.

When he saw the situation in the basement clearly, Gin felt his upper eyelids twitching reflexively due to uncontrollable anger.

"...What are you two doing?"

"You shouldn't ask me." Toru Amuro put down the hand that was covering his eyes and looked straight at Goro Akechi, who was sitting diagonally in the room. "You should ask Kumail why he's crazy."

"Do you want to try the effect? ​​Doesn't it matter?" He kicked the broken coffee table in front of him with his toe. Goro Akechi said nonchalantly, "I told you, this thing is useless for adults. You are not a teenager. Coming of age, bourbon senior.”

"Will it be effective? It's a flashlight that can blind people. If you use something like this with unknown principles to face your colleagues, will your brain be damaged by this thing?"

"It's just a little flash, so fragile, senior? Or is your childish heart about to be destroyed by this thing?"

"Even if it's really just a camera, pressing it into someone's face a dozen times is rude enough. But again, you're not normal to begin with. Even if it makes you a little crazier, it won't make much of a difference."

"So I said everything..."

"That's enough." Standing in the center of the intersection of their eyes, interrupting the incessant quarrel between the two guys, Gin suppressed the urge to raise his hand and press his temples, and stretched out his hand towards Goro Akechi, "Give me the thing. "

"Yes -" He casually closed the lid in his hand, Akechigoro put the things back into the suitcase, and piled the black suitcase among the fragments of the coffee table.

"It's confirmed that there is no problem with your memory." Looking at Goro Akechi, Gin asked calmly.

"Thank you for your concern, senior. There is no problem." Akechi Goro showed a hearty smile and responded gently, showing off his spring breeze style when facing the camera. "It was a slight headache at first, but I got used to it quickly. I I think Futo Kyosuke’s skills will only end here.”

After looking at him noncommittally for a moment, Gin turned his gaze again and faced Toru Amuro, who sneered at Akechi Goro's words.

"It's not as simple as he said." Amuro Toru crossed his arms and shook his head. "It took Kumail half a day to recover from the memory disorder. I'm sure that his initial state was definitely not what he said. So easy."

As if being stung by Toru Amuro's words, Goro Akechi's smile suddenly faded, and he looked over coldly: "Are you very confident, Bourbon-senpai, do you know me well?"

"When you are sober, you will let me approach your hospital bed without warning? Stop pretending, Kumail." He let out an undisguised sneer. Toru Amuro looked directly at Gin and suggested in an uplifting tone. He said, "Take him back and cut his brain open and have a look. I always feel that there is something in this kid that is not telling the truth. What if he really forgets important things and causes damage to the organization, who will be responsible for this?" "

"It's just a little temporary confusion." Putting aside his gentle manner for the time being, Goro Akechi rolled his eyelids and said, "It's just some clumsy hypnosis using sound and light effects. It's funny. I just pressed so many times, and I still can't Does it prove that this thing has no effect on me?”

There was an evil arc on Toru Amuro's face, as if he wanted to choke and say something again. Seeing Gin's expression, he sneered and turned his head.

Goro Akechi tilted his head and looked straight at Toru Amuro for a while, as if some storm was brewing in his eyes. He also glanced at Gin's expression and turned his head.

The boss and subordinate who no longer looked at each other finally stopped fighting. Vodka secretly breathed a sigh of relief before walking into the basement with a gentle step. He picked up the suitcase on the ground and quickly compared it with the image in his hand.

I really don’t know when the quarrel between Bourbon and Kumail will end. I heard that when the police found Kyosuke Futo, Kumail, who was relying on his legal gun-holding status, was chasing Bourbon with a gun regardless... …