The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Hey, Guangming, isn't it good to smoke here?"

"What does it matter? Hey, young master, if you don't dare to smoke, just say so..."

"You can smoke if you like, I don't want to tell you. But there is a kimono shop next to here, so many fabrics..."

"You are worrying unfoundedly again, please stop worrying, Hidechen."

"Forget it, whatever you want."

Two faint male voices came into his ears, and Nagato Guangming turned his head in the direction of the voices involuntarily.

His eyelids were still too heavy to open, but his consciousness gradually became clearer.

In the darkness of his field of vision, those two voices sounded again.

"...Hey, what are you doing! Light!"

"Aren't all the scraps of fabric already thrown in the trash can? It's okay to light the combustible garbage."

"No, put it out quickly...! Ah! Oh no!"

The frightened shouting finally awakened Nagato Guangming completely, and he used all his strength to open his eyes.

What you enter is a Japanese-style room with a sense of age.

He was lying alone in the middle of the tatami. The room was dark, with only the setting sun coming in from the window creating an orange-red halo on the ground.

"What is this place..." As soon as he spoke, he mobilized his facial muscles, and the pain caused by the impact surfaced again.

With a cry of pain, Nagato Miguel finally recalled the last scene before losing consciousness.

A hand covered in black gloves passed through the gap in the door and firmly grasped the edge of the door. No matter how hard he tried, he could not push the door any further.

Then, there was a loud bang on the black door, and then a white light flashed in front of his eyes...

Even though the uncomfortable pain in his face, chest, and back of his neck continued, Nagato Miguel suddenly rolled over and got up from the ground.

Neatly folded mattresses, arranged wooden clogs and slippers... This seemed to be a hotel, but it was definitely not the hotel he stayed in.

Nagato Hideomi was nowhere to be seen, as were the suspicious guys who called the door.

Damn it, they couldn't have taken Hideomi Nagato and left him here!

Unable to reach his mobile phone and unable to find a landline phone around him, Nagato Mitsuyo, who was sweating with cold sweat on his forehead, tried to calm down and turned to look out the window.

This seems to be the shore of a lake, and all you can see outside the window is a patch of scattered sunset reflected in the sparkling waves.

I really can’t tell where it is, so I’d better hurry up and get out of here.

Calm down, before things get to their worst, find a way to contact your wife and test her reaction.

If Nagato Hidetomi has concerns and still doesn't tell what happened that year, then think about it in the long term and there is still room for reversal; even if he tells the story, he can stay away from the limelight for a while and go home in a few days, starting from Kangjiang After defeating them one by one, it may not be the worst moment...

Thinking about various possibilities in his mind, Nagato Guangming controlled his movements, took a deep breath, opened the door of the Japanese room, and walked out.

"Very calm, this guy." Tangze put down the lines in his hand and watched the scene through the monitor and clicked on the screen, "Some criminal psychology believes that killers with antisocial personality will commit arson and the like. His behavior seems unreasonable."

"Antisocial, he's not good enough." Asai Narumi looked at the figure on the screen and commented calmly, "He's the kind of person I'm familiar with."

"Isn't the one you are familiar with worse?" Miyano Akemi, who was familiar with his identity and background, turned her head and glanced at him subtly.

Those whom Asai Narumi killed were not ordinary bad guys. Considering the harm they had caused over the years, calling them drug lords might be an exaggeration, but pinching them together was about the same.

"I'm talking about mental state... Of course, the damage he caused is not much smaller than them." Touching the fox face on his face, Asai Narumi coldly snorted, "It can't be called anti-humanity, maybe He also has a bit of conscience, so he would be frightened by the legend of a ghost seeking his life. But after years of profit-driven and repeated self-hypnosis, he has become more and more at ease and calm, as if he is not a bad person, revealing the truth and destroying his peace. What lives is..."

In the voice of his narration, the drone controlled by Noah slowly kept up with Nagato Guangming's pace. In the picture, he walked into the darkness, and could only see the corridors with red squares framed by the windows. Move forward cautiously.

The extremely quiet corridor seemed to be endless.

He took small steps at first, paying attention to his surroundings as he walked, and then he was almost running at full speed down the corridor.

The scenery outside the window did not waver at all, as if these were not windows, but screens showing the same content one after another, dullly showing the dynamics of the loop, and he was completely trapped on this single path. , there will never be an exit like that.

Just when his mood was slowly beginning to collapse, something finally changed at the front of the corridor.

The end of the corridor appeared. The double doors closed one side, and bright light came from the open half.

I didn't bother to think about whether this ridiculously long corridor was reasonable. What kind of building could have such a corridor that was hundreds of meters or even a kilometer long? Nagato Guangmei, who seemed to have found salvation, rushed forward without hesitation. , plunged into the bright light.

No matter what, don't let him stay in this frozen place!

The suddenly bright light stimulated Nagato Guangming to squint his eyes, and it took him several seconds to adapt to the surrounding environment.

Then he immediately discovered the source of this brightness and immediately regretted it.

Fire, fire everywhere...!

The bright white flames were like waves, layer upon layer, crawling across the grain of the floor, licking the wood grain of the beams, and rising to the highest point.

The ignited lamps were like fireballs suspended in the air, beeping and bursting into tiny flames, falling downwards in a flourishing manner.

The fierce heat hit him instantly, and Nagato Guangming immediately retreated.

He kept backing up, wincing, thinking of the door he walked in from behind, and wanted to retreat out of the door immediately——

Then his back touched something solid.

Nagato Guangming's heart suddenly suddenly turned around, and he moved his eyes back.

What was against his back was not a door that had been artificially closed or even locked as he imagined.

It's a piece of gold paint with a rough texture.

This is an upright, huge palm, the palm of which is as tall as Nagato Miguel. In the palm of the sculpture-like palm, you can still distinguish a few carved palm lines.

Like a huge stone wall, this palm pressed against his back firmly, and the cold stone clung to his back, making him feel the biting cold in the midst of the flames.

With no time to think about when the door behind him turned into such a monster, Nagato Miguel hurriedly ran forward for two steps, trying to leave the grasp of his palm and observe the surrounding situation.

However, without giving him a chance to escape, the palm of his hand bent its fingers at the next moment, covering him like a cage.