The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Are all the records in the Metropolitan Police Department regarding the cases that the Mori detectives have searched in the past gone?!"

"Hush, shush -" Shrinking his neck, Conan hurriedly raised a finger, looked around, and lowered his voice a little, "Don't be so loud."

Dr. A Li doesn't have any eavesdropping devices here, but it's not good for Haibara to hear this topic.

Haiyuan gave him the impression that he was a very standard pessimist. Because he had faced the pressure brought by the organization, he couldn't help but flinch when he heard related topics.

If she heard that someone had already started investigating in Yoneka Town, she might have to take a long leave of absence and be afraid to go to school again.

"So, do you think it was those guys who stole those investigation records?" Dr. Ali glanced secretly at the stairs behind Conan and lowered his voice uncertainly.

"There is such a risk, isn't it?" Conan took a breath, "After I took the medicine, I also changed back, and, um... In short, the organization believed that my death was because Haiyuan tampered with the information about me at that time. My investigation information, now that she has defected, whether they will become suspicious of this information is something beyond their control."

"But if they have linked you to Detective Mouri, then the situation will be very dangerous." Dr. Ari frowned worriedly, "You disappeared and appeared with the sleeping Kogoro Moori. It's just a matter of front and rear. Once you have doubts about it, it’s hard not to make some associations.”

"Hey, this idea came from someone else..." Conan's forehead veins twitched, "It's suspicious now, isn't it too late?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly intervened in the conversation between the two people.

"Oh, so the person who came up with this bad idea is actually Dr. Ali..."

Conan was stunned, and when he looked back, he saw Hattori Heiji, wearing slippers and light clothes, walking down from the second floor.

"Hattori, why are you here?!"

"It's not just me..." Hattori Heiji raised his eyebrows and took a step to the side.

Haibara Ai, whose hair was rarely braided, also walked down in her slippers. Her crisp beige skirt and furry coat made her look soft and refreshing that was inconsistent with her usual image.

Conan said to himself, "Oh no," he didn't want to tell anyone about the emergency. It was obvious from the look on his face that he knew.

But it's not over yet.

As she walked down the rotating escalator, the figure of the person she was holding was also revealed.

"Why are Tangze even here? You..." Conan raised his finger and pointed at them, dumbfounded.

"Coincidence, completely coincidental..." Dr. Ali patted the top of his bald head and laughed twice, "Hattori-kun is here to stay. Karasawa's words seem to be coming from Xiao Wail."

"...I just want to talk to him about something." Hui Yuarai turned his head and whispered.

Her expression seemed disgusted, but as she turned her head, Conan could clearly see her carefully braided princess hair and her slightly red ears.

Tang Ze raised his hand and said a friendly hello to the unlucky guy who had just sold his right hand to his left hand last night: "I came to see Shiho. I bought her some clothes when I went out... This is not Is it a coincidence? A guy who wanted to take action on his own was arrested on the spot."

After being tortured yesterday, Tang Ze did not return to the cafe. Instead, he ran back to the stronghold and slept all night.

After completing the entire operation without being able to meet his teammates, Karasawa felt that it was still necessary to clean up the beginning and end, explain the follow-up requirements, and eat something good to soothe his taste buds that were devastated by the dark cuisine.

In this regard, Karasawa can only say that a person who is a good cook will use very tricky angles when he wants to make something unpalatable. Amuro Toru's two bowls of soup made Karasawa's mind go blank, and he even felt like he was Losing blood.

and……

How should I put it? Although it is true that Shuzhuo only contains a small amount of alcohol and is still rice wine with a low concentration, it still made Tangze uncontrollably recall some bad and messy memories, which made him really not want to be alone. I don’t want to sleep alone either.

When he got up in the morning, he knew clearly that the street was crowded with his tarots. How could Karasawa live there leisurely?

"Rather than worrying about me, you should be more careful about yourself, Kudo." Haibara Ai walked into the living room and walked briskly toward the kitchen. "I'm not like you, who frequently appears in media cameras."

After hearing this news, she should indeed be afraid and worried, and should predict pessimistically that she was not far from being exposed. but……

When she stood on tiptoe to reach for the butter, she quickly glanced at Tang Ze, who was walking steadily and with a leisurely posture.

She still has her own family, and there are so many people who are willing to stand in front of her and withstand all the wind and rain for her. She does have peace of mind, doesn't she?

Moreover, the Phantom Thieves’ only scientific research facilitator can also be counted as a member of the Phantom Thieves, right?

"However, even if they think you are hiding behind Detective Maori and making suggestions, they are still a minority, right?" Dr. Ali was embarrassed for two seconds, cleared his throat, and reluctantly comforted him, After enduring it, he added in a low voice, "This idea is actually not that bad, right?"

"The time when Conan appeared at their house was the day Kudo disappeared after taking medicine... This should be discovered by those who are interested in investigating Kudo Shinichi's personal network." Hattori Heiji sat down on the sofa and came over more than once. Karasawa had naturally found a seat for himself, "Before giving this idea, you should consider whether Kudo is suitable for playing a child."

"Yes, his enthusiasm for reasoning is like a sneeze, he can't hold it in." Tang Ze agreed.

Conan, who had actually sneezed all night, touched his nose when he heard this metaphor, couldn't help but shuddered, and quickly changed the subject: "What I want to say is that this matter is quite strange. It's not that anyone investigated the information. , but it’s about the fact that they returned the things intact to the Metropolitan Police Department.”

"Well, if the investigation is still completed and there is no use value, is it possible to operate like this?" Dr. Ali pushed up his glasses, took the toast handed over by Haibara Ai, and thought for a while.

"Isn't it possible? If someone is really like this, why don't they just destroy the things? It would be more suspicious to send them back intact." Conan shook his head and retorted decisively.

"Are you trying to say that this was a signal deliberately designed by the other party to test that uncle?" Hattori Heiji, who also got a piece of toast, tilted his head, "After all, he is a detective who has a good relationship with the police. Well, he will definitely know about this happening."

"It's more likely to test me. What's more, maybe it's just a trap to lure me into action." Conan sighed vicissitudes of life, "Uncle Maori didn't take it seriously at all, and swore he was some high-ranking person. The police officer's illegal operation is looking for trouble with him, and Xiaolan takes this matter more seriously than he does."

After hearing the keyword, Tangze paused while taking the toast.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to eat butter?" Haihara Ai, who already knew his taste, was not surprised. She smoothly changed her hand and handed him another piece of toast, "This is Strawberry jam."