The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"There are a lot of delicious food in Osaka. It's quite interesting to travel here." Conan couldn't help but said while turning over the map in his hand.

"Yes, it seems that as long as there is something famous here, there will be a special 'XX Street'." Mouri Kogoro, who was also looking at the Osaka travel guide he had taken, couldn't help but nodded.

"We do like to join in the fun, but there's nothing wrong with this! Only when we all get together will there be various innovations and tricks. The more the merrier." Hattori Heiji nodded seriously, thought of something, and couldn't help but look at it again Looking in the direction of Karasawa, "You're not eating properly. Don't the octopus balls here taste delicious?"

"That's not true. The taste is quite good, and the octopus is also very big. I like these small meatballs with a burnt aroma on the surface." Tangze picked the meatballs on the plate, thought about it, and couldn't help but play with it. He said, "I was thinking, if I were wise..."

"What's wrong with Akechi? Hasn't he already returned to Tokyo?" Hattori Heiji's expression froze when he heard the name, "Are you trying to find him to solve the case?"

"What about solving a case?" Karasawa gave him a strange look, "I mean Octopus Maruko-chan. Well, he is a guy who cares about his image very much. He will remain gentle and handsome no matter what state he is in. If we hand him a Make a small octopus ball, and hide one with a different taste inside, for example, spicy as hell or something..."

"Pfft..." After imagining the scene, Hattori Heiji couldn't hold back his laughter, "With that guy's pretentious style, I'm afraid he can only eat it with a smile on his face..."

"It's true, and you have to shiver from the heat while forcing a smile on your face..." Conan couldn't help but his eyes lit up after hearing this.

"Pfft..." Xingchuan Hui, who was sitting two tables behind them with his back to them, didn't hold back and squirted out the ice water in his mouth.

Miyano Akemi rubbed his back sympathetically and whispered, "It's okay. At worst, don't eat the food they handed you while you're in disguise."

"...What if Tang Ze hands it to me himself?" Xingchuan Hui asked through gritted teeth.

"It's okay. I'll start eating spicy food from now on. After eating it for half a month, I'll get used to it." Asai Narumi, who was sitting on the other side, also patted him.

Tangze, who was suppressing a smile, looked back at his teammates secretly. Facing Mao Lilan, who was looking over in confusion, he said innocently: "We are discussing everyone's food taste. Classmate Lan and Uncle Maori both prefer traditional flavors. Type, right?"

"Ah, that's true. I can't accept dishes that are too creative." Mao Lilan nodded without doubting that he was there, and discussed the taste of this restaurant and the next trip with Mao Li Kogoro.

Tangze turned his head, glanced at the police car outside the store, and squinted his eyes.

"Hattori, you made a special trip to call the police car and called the police officer because you were worried about that nightmare?" Karasawa lowered his voice and asked, "Or is it that the case your father encountered was so serious that you had to Not careful about how safe you are?”

Conan, who was struggling with the hot batter in his mouth, caught the key word and immediately turned his head to look at Hattori Heiji.

Even if his father is the head of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters, it is not difficult to use police officers and police cars to receive several private guests. There should be a reason for this choice.

"It's both possible reasons." Looking at the happy Maori father and daughter, who didn't feel anything strange from the journey, Hattori Heiji also lowered his voice, "I invited Kudo because of that heart-wrenching scene. It’s a nightmare, but I invited you because of this case.”

"What happened to this case?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the answer he gave, so he added, "Does this case have anything to do with me? Why, the deceased in this case is also there Make an unjust accusation and put an innocent high school student on a criminal record?"

"...Hey, the atmosphere has just become more serious." Hattori Heiji couldn't help but clenched his fists without even raising his voice.

"Relax, don't be too serious. No matter why you came here, we are on a tour now. Being too serious will make Uncle Maori and others suspicious." Tangze smiled, casually poked a meatball and stuffed it in his mouth. .

Hattori Heiji raised his hat and felt helpless for his rare long-term client.

At first, he felt that under Tang Ze's smiling appearance all year round, he had a slightly gloomy and occasionally extreme head due to his past; then he gradually felt that the situation had changed, and it should be the other way around, that he was slightly distant and indifferent. Under that side, there is a more open-minded and thorough thinking.

Call him optimistic. He is not afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice. Call him gloomy. He can really gradually resolve the sufferings of the past and show a unique kind of humor that is polished by setbacks.

The more I get to know him, the more I feel that such a contradictory guy is really unsettling and there is nothing you can do against him...

"Okay, it's exactly what you said." He sighed, and Hattori Heiji no longer kept the low voice of an underground worker. As he spoke, he took two meatballs from Karasawa's plate as a token of appreciation. Revenge, "This is a serial murder case. It is highly suspected that the murderer is related to the police system, or, similar to you, may have encountered some top-down shady story..."

Conan, who was busy eating and drinking, was suddenly attracted to his attention. He sat up straight and asked, "What kind of correlation?"

The serial murder case, the police system, and Karasawa was involved... Futo Kyousuke's distorted face flashed back for an instant.

The last time the old incident of Tangze's case was brought up, it was not a good memory.

"The case is still under investigation, but the current two deceased people are likely to be related to an official." Thinking of this, Hattori Heiji flicked his hat in frustration, "I used to think that a policeman like my father should be most……"

Hattori Heiji, who grew up in a family of high-ranking police officers, had never considered these issues before he started investigating the shady story of the police system because of Karasawa's case.

His father was an upright man and acted vigorously and resolutely. The police officers he came into contact with either had a similar iron-blooded image, or they were police officers who tightened their nerves under his father's command and dispatch and never relaxed in their actions...

Being exposed to something deep in the darkness too early made him feel depressed and a little confused.

When he called Tangze over, he actually wanted to listen carefully to the other party's thoughts from Tangze's perspective, that is, the victim's perspective.

"Police is a profession. There are noble idealists who join it, as well as mediocre and even despicable ordinary people. There is no need to be too anxious, Heiji-kun." From his reaction, Karasawa realized something, and stretched out He patted his shoulder.

When children of high school age come into contact with criminal investigation, the biggest problem is not knowledge or wisdom, but the unavoidable direct look at human nature when facing vicious cases.

A minor with a clear distinction between good and evil was dragged onto a thief ship by himself on the grounds of entrustment. It seemed that he was a little lacking in virtue...

"Do you really think this way? Don't you have any additional resentment and prejudice against the police?" Thinking of what Karasawa said earlier when he saw the police car, even though it was a joke, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but hesitate.

"Don't worry, even if I am really caught by the police again, I won't turn into a guy yelling for revenge on society." Tangze patted him hard on the shoulder again.