The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Sugiyama, Sugiyama! Cheer up!"

"Teacher Sugiyama! What's wrong with you!"

Nakamura Minori's legs softened and she fell to the ground. The bone-chilling temperature in her hands and her stiff and tight limbs said it all.

"It's useless..." Her face turned pale, "He is already dead."

"How could it be like this..." Yonehara Koko covered her mouth and looked down at his pale face. Her lips were trembling. She couldn't tell what kind of mood she was feeling. Her chest was rising and falling, and she was taking deep breaths.

"Why would Sugiyama..." Shimoda Kohei's fingertips touched Sugiyama's bone-chilling legs, and he suddenly lost strength and fell to his knees slumped, "Did he freeze to death?"

"No."

A calm childlike voice broke into the conversation of several people. The confused Nakamura Minori raised her head and looked at the speaker.

Against the wind and snow that kept blowing in from outside the door, Conan approached the body, observed it, and recounted the conclusion he saw: "This must be a homicide. Look here, there is a very obvious rope around his neck." There are no traces of it, and the body is completely hard."

"Although it feels cold to the touch, this is not the effect of being frozen." Toru Amuro, who also came up to me at some point, carefully pressed the body under Sugiyama's cloth a few times through his gloves, "This is rigor mortis. , at this level, although I don’t know the environment where the body was stored, I tend to believe that he has been dead for more than 6 hours...right, little brother?"

At the end of the sentence, Toru Amuro raised his head, looked at Conan who suddenly fell silent and looked like his tongue had been taken away by a cat, and narrowed his eyes meaningfully and smiled.

The elementary school student who lives in the detective's house upstairs is indeed not that simple. Whether it is his reaction speed or his calm expression in the face of such a terrifying scene, it is not the reaction that a child of his age should have.

Toru Amuro turned around and glanced at the members of the Young Detective Team who were clinging to Maorilan and the others.

Even if he follows a famous detective, there is no reason why he often sees this kind of scene.

"But, but, when I opened the door, his body was leaning against the bell..." Shimoda Kohei shuddered after realizing what he had seen. "That is to say, someone moved his body. Came over and pressed the doorbell?"

"But when the bell rang, we were all eating, and we were all in the living room." Sakai Takashi turned around and looked at everyone who followed him out, "Doesn't that mean that the murderer can't be us?"

"It should be the same person who attacked Karasawa and the others." Tohru Amuro squatted down and propped up his knees, looking down at the back of the body's hands that had been slightly faded by the melting snow. "The two of them were attacked. It’s the same words written with lipstick.”

"Ko, is this Katakana KO?" Conan, whose attention was attracted by his words, could no longer care about his suspicious performance and stretched his head to examine the mark, "'minako', what does this mean?"

As soon as these three syllables were spoken, the expressions of several teachers from Aido Elementary School changed drastically. They looked at each other several times, as if they had lost the ability to speak at the same time. A solemn and fearful emotion appeared in their eyes. passed between.

"Wow -" before the confused Conan could repeat the question, Shimoda Kohei let out a scream that could be described as horrific. He held his head and stood up straight, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. His eyes He stared so wide that he seemed to be able to escape from the frame in the next second.

Everyone's attention turned immediately.

It seemed that the words on the back of the corpse's hand had obviously greatly stimulated him, causing him to completely lose control of his emotions, which were already on the verge of collapse after witnessing the death of someone he knew.

"Shimoda? Are you okay?" Nakamura Minori hunched her shoulders and looked at him timidly. She hesitated and took a step closer to him, trying to see clearly his face that was covered by her hands.

"Don't touch me!" Before her hand could touch him, Shimoda Kohei waved her hand away, took two steps back, stared at Sugiyama's body in horror, and then turned around and ran upstairs without looking back. go.

As he ran, he kept letting out loud roars to vent his emotions.

"It has nothing to do with me! I don't, I don't! Don't come to me!"

"Shimoda, Shimoda!" Yonehara Akiko looked at his back and shouted a few words anxiously, but her eyes behind the lenses were shining with sharp light.

There is no mistake, this is the person.

She found the murderer of that child!

The fingers hanging by her side curled up twice nervously, and a pair of calm and tolerant sea-like blue eyes flashed before her eyes, as if they could see through what she was thinking, and she slowly controlled the surging emotions.

She could finally get a good night's sleep, couldn't she?

In the living room, Tang Ze, who was trying to dispel her anger, opened his eyes, looked at the firewood being gently licked by the flames, and sighed silently.

Since when he met them, Yonehara Koko had already taken the step of crossing the line and had already killed Sugiyama, there was not much he could do for her.

Since there is no way to save a good person from the fate of being trapped in the quagmire, it is better to let her stick to her choice and go on unswervingly.

I wish you good luck in martial arts.

"So, is this why you said there is no need for us to appear?" Others were already passively attracted to the direction of the door. Hoshikawa Hui, who had always had a weak sense of presence, took the opportunity to get close to Tang Ze and saw that he opened his eyes. He asked in a low voice with his eyes dazed.

As long as you look at the problem from the perspective of this group of people, it is not difficult to vaguely guess the general process.

Even he could tell that this incident was probably another case where the deceased had done something wrong and the murderer used the most extreme method to seek justice.

"Well." Without moving much, Tang Ze remained in his sleeping position and said softly, "If you can't stop the tragedy from the beginning, then it's better to be a quiet audience and not spoil the fun."

No matter what other people's opinions are, here in Karasawa, he always feels that the Phantom Thieves should be a solution, an external force that can push everything towards everyone's happiness when justice cannot be served and everything is at a deadlock.

As for murderers with motives similar to those of Yonehara Koko, Karasawa felt that they had found their own outlet for the difficult grudges. If they could not be given a better plan at the beginning, then it would be better not to stop them.

"But in this case, in other people's understanding, you will become an accomplice." Asai Naomi pulled the sunglasses on her face and looked at Karasawa with penetrating black eyes.

"Whether I am an accomplice or not, aren't you the most qualified to speak?" Tangze smiled, "'Moon Shadow Island's...'"

Before he could say the title of Chuuni, Asai Narimi reached out and covered his mouth.

"Keep pretending to be dead and say less!"

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"Here, coffee."

"Ah, Mr. Yonehara, thank you." Suzuki Sonoko, who was sitting blankly as the warm teacup was pressed against her face, came back to her senses, thanked her, and took the cup from her hand.

"We have already called the police, don't worry." Holding his share, Mihara Koko sat down next to her and smiled gently, "It's just a special situation. Because of the heavy snow and road closures, the police will probably have to wait until tomorrow morning to come. Okay. If you hold on a little longer, you will get better soon."