The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Is this very common?" Karasawa's answer surprised Hattori Heitsu.

He subconsciously wanted to refute, and after thinking carefully for a while, he felt that he really couldn't give any examples to disprove it.

"Of course it's very common." Tang Ze, who thought of many people for a while, smiled nostalgically, "Justice is not that easy to find. Those who died accidentally, those who were forced to turn their lives because of unfairness, have some regrets about these unsatisfactory things. Reluctant but helpless children, in order to give themselves an answer and find the possible truth, they chose this profession... This is also in line with everyone's expectations of the police."

"Will it..." Hattori Heiji thought uncertainly as he thought of his father's serious and unsmiling face and touched the outer edge of his baseball cap.

His father is the most standard image of a police officer in his mind. He is calm, strong in execution, and indifferent to emotions and anger. He is in line with the public's expectations of what a police department chief should be.

There are also He Ye's father and the uncles he has been in contact with since he was a child. Regardless of their personalities, most of them are of this type. No matter how you think about it, they have nothing to do with suffering, hatred, and seeking justice.

Tang Ze shrugged unsurprisingly.

"You were born in a police family. You are accustomed to this profession, and it is normal not to feel it. Among other things, the policeman you know best is your father, Mr. Hattori Heizo. You must have seen him in all kinds of ways. Such a working situation, then you can tell me why he wants to be a policeman?"

Looking at Karasawa's smile, Hattori Heiji's thoughts were knotted, and he was actually stopped by Karasawa's question.

Yes, why did his father choose such a career?

"I know that your father is a well-known police detective with a high status in the police community and deep connections. As a detective, you always have to deal with the police. They will naturally regard you as the continuation of your father and regard you as the brilliance of your body. Contact him.

"You will want to reject his halo and shadow, because it is really unfair to you, and you will resist it. But Heiji..." While speaking, Tangze looked at the man who was walking in front, led by Mao Lilan. Conan looked back and curled his lips, "That boy Kudo has already tried to explore how to better use his wisdom to nip tragedy in the bud. Don't lose to him."

Karasawa said, reaching out and turning the baseball cap he was wearing backwards.

——He has wanted to do this for a long time. This kind of pretentiousness is really uncomfortable to watch, these high school students who are obsessed with being cool.

"Such a smart brain should be used as much as possible. Don't just let it work at crime scenes!"

Hattori Heiji, who was caught off guard by Karasawa, turned his hat back first, and then realized what Karasawa meant.

Isn't this just a mockery of how he doesn't like to use his brain except when solving crimes?

Turning his head again, Karasawa, who had finished saying his dirty words, had already scurried forward, past the dazed Maori father and daughter, and Conan, who was paying a little attention to what they were saying and had a smile on his face, tiptoed towards the parking lot. .

"Karasawa! You're kidding me, right? Don't run!"

"I'm sorry, I really can't hold it back. Who gave you, a detective, such an unintelligent face?"

"Huh?! You said before that I look like Kudo...!"

"Yeah, I mean, you two don't look very smart."

"Karasawa...!"

"Be careful of bumping into people, watch your steps!" Looking at the two of them running further and further away, Mouri Kogoro shouted and shook his head, "Naughty boys."

Although Hattori Heiji, who was chasing after Karasawa, looked furious, his mood was surprisingly relaxed.

Yes, although he was born in a police family, the people he has interacted with the most since childhood were police officers. After he decided to become a detective, he would often come into contact with police officers from different departments because of solving cases.

But what the police are really like, the price to pay for devoting yourself wholeheartedly to this profession, the determination required... He really has no idea at all.

Perhaps this was the reason why his father, after he had solved hundreds or even thousands of cases, large and small, still scolded him for his nonsense, thinking that his detective career was just a small matter.

He will impress his father and become a respectable detective.

【rank up! Rank 2]

[Acquired ability "strategy" (map exploration efficiency greatly improved)]

[Hot-blooded and competitive, straightforward and enthusiastic, with a samurai-like personality, Hattori Heiji is an unreserved friend.

These kind words just want to tell you clearly that he is destined to be the sharp blade of sincerity that is most difficult for you to resist.

Polish it to be whiter and sharper, more thoroughly pierce the darkness and timidity that you cannot express in words, and embrace the blazing sun. 】

It was unclear whether this comment was a joke or a deliberate comment that broke his guard. Karasawa's movements were two beats slower, and he was almost caught by Hattori Heiji, who was behind him with his teeth and claws arrogant.

What is an irresistible sharp blade... this guy Leon!

"You ran too far, the car is over there!" Conan, who was speechless by the childish ghosts, raised his hand to his mouth and shouted.

"Really, two high school students, fighting and shouting, are much more childish than elementary school students." Mouri Kogoro fumbled for the car keys and rolled his eyes at the backs of the two high school students.

"It's just because he is a high school student that he is so naive." Mao Lilan, who has seen many high school boys, crossed her arms in surprise, "When Conan becomes a high school student, he may be even more exaggerated than them."

Facing Mao Lilan's unclear gaze, Conan felt that he had been shot inexplicably and couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine: "..."

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"You didn't come into contact with Kumail?"

"No, Mr. Rum. You said that the main task is Numabuchi Kiichiro."

"So, have the murder cases that should be faked been executed?"

"Yes, the details of the file and evidence have been corrected through channels."

"Yeah, good. So, have you tried to observe Kumail's situation?"

"Yes, he acted together with several detectives and criminal policemen. He was in a very natural state and there were no flaws. I found traces of Kiichiro Numabuchi and did not follow them further."

"Well...he didn't have any doubts about Numabuchi Kiichiro's identity?"

"I think there should be."

"Oh?"

"I only used a mental interference device, but after Kiichiro Numabuchi was formally arrested, his mental state further deteriorated to the point where he almost lost his basic cognitive abilities."

"Do you think Kumail hit him?"

"Yes, I think it's similar to the cases he caused."

"Interesting, really interesting. Okay, let's go out."

"Yes, Mr. Rum."

"Don't forget to go to the logistics office for a physical examination."

"...Yes, Mr. Rum."

Lowering his eyes and groping for his phone, which was slightly warm due to the call, Curacao put it down expressionlessly and turned his feet in a different direction, deviating from the route to the safe house.