The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Fortunately, several high school students quickly discovered their friends who had been thrown to the ground. They quickly moved Leon to the paper door at the door and sat down against the paper door behind him, making him look like a mirror image of Mouri Kogoro opposite him. Usually, he falls asleep with his head hanging down.

"I really don't understand why the people on the island have so much malice towards him." After arranging his hair, Yuan Shan and Ye felt a little sad for Tang Ze, thinking of the setbacks they had encountered along the way. "Originally, this time The reason for traveling is to let him relax a little bit."

As a result, not only was there no relaxation during this trip, natural disasters and man-made disasters, and all kinds of bizarre accidents followed one after another, which may have caused a greater psychological shadow on Tang Ze.

"...Otherwise, don't go to remote islands or other places next time." Thinking of what happened along the way, Mao Lilan shook her head with lingering fear, "It is indeed quite dangerous."

After being stunned, Yuanshan and Ye looked at her in awe.

No, compared to this conclusion, you are really awesome if you still have the confidence to continue taking Tang Ze on trips...

While they were muttering here, the reasoning on the other end had already progressed to the part of determining the candidate.

"...The one who can accurately let several victims get dugong arrows, and can indicate the exact location of the mermaid cemetery. The only one who can do this is 'Mama-sama', that is, Shimabukuro's grandma, Shimabukuro Is it Miqin?"

"How is it possible?" Fukuyama Rokuro objected immediately, "How could an old man over a hundred years old, Lord Goddess, suddenly want to kill several young people?"

"Normally speaking, she really shouldn't be a murderer. It's a bit ridiculous to include her in the list of suspects."

"Then you still..."

"The premise is that Ms. Shimabukuro Yakoto is really Shimabukuro Yakoto."

Conan moved his body, turned his head, and looked quietly at Shimabukuro Kime, who was kneeling on the side of the crowd from the shadows with a calm expression on his face.

She lowered her gaze and looked quietly at the tatami at her feet in front of her, as if she was indifferent to the conversation taking place in the room.

Conan sighed as he remembered her cheerful and straightforward look when he first saw her at the shrine.

This long sigh was faithfully transcribed by the voice changer in his hand, and when replaced with Mouri Kogoro's voice, it gave it a sense of vicissitudes of life.

"Ms. Shimabukuro Kimie, should I call you Miko-san, or Miko-sama?"

A bolt of thunder pierced the dark night at this moment, reflecting the lines of the paper window on Shimabukuro Kimie's soft side face.

She slowly raised her head with a golden color in her eyes. In the reflection outlined by the lightning, they were like two ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, floating in a dark silhouette.

She looked at Mouri Kogoro who was sitting on the ground, and evoked a soft smile, which was especially weird when paired with her glowing eyes.

Conan, who was hiding behind Mouri Kogoro and with his back to everyone, couldn't see her appearance at the moment, and continued without any hesitation in his voice: "Would you mind standing up and letting us see your legs, Miss Junhui? I mean, it’s naked.”

Shimabukuro Kimie bowed slightly to him and stood up gracefully, revealing her slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

She raised her feet without any resistance and pulled up a corner of her stockings from her toes. The extremely elastic stockings deformed and stretched as she pulled, slowly exposing her lower legs.

Shimabukuro Kimie is undoubtedly a beauty. She lowers her head like this, with cloud-like hair on her temples, and slowly pulls off the stockings on her feet. It should be a very beautiful scene.

However, the sock was torn into a slender line like that, still clinging to her skin. Under the interaction of thunder and lightning, it felt like a spider web was being pulled away from its prey, or like a snake drilling out of its own body. Snake shed...

Therefore, even Fukuyama Rokuro, who had always had a good impression of her for many years, could not express any charming thoughts when faced with this scene, and could only feel an unspeakable sense of oppression.

"Are you referring to this thing?" She straightened her toes and raised her feet.

Below her knees, her originally well-proportioned and smooth calves were divided into three equal parts by two deep red dents.

Judging from the state of this mark, it is definitely not a temporary squeeze mark, but a callus formed by being tied up with strip-like objects many times over the years.

"Kunhui...this thing is..." Fukuyama Rokuro looked at these scars and murmured at a loss.

Shimabukuro Kimie wore a miko uniform when she was at the shrine, but after leaving the shrine, even if she wore a skirt, she would still wear stockings that could cover them up like today, so that Fukuyama Rokuro was not aware of these scars. .

"Miss Junhui, regarding the body that was found burned to death in the warehouse three years ago, the so-called mermaid's bones were actually the last woman who disguised herself as a goddess." Fukuyama Rokuro confirmed himself from the tone of his voice. The inference was correct. Conan stated the facts he recognized after discussing with Hattori, "The reason why all the bones under her waist were smashed is probably because her legs were tied and fixed by something after they were bent." , so when the pillar fell, her entire leg was directly smashed to pieces by the impact..."

"To be able to restore the past to this extent with just a few acquaintances, he is worthy of being a great detective from Tokyo." Shimabukuro Kimie took two steps back and leaned against the rain that had been beaten by the eaves. "Have you ever guessed that she is actually my mother? Have you ever guessed..."

She paused and turned to look at the other people in the room, her tone becoming increasingly misty.

"... Everyone on the island knows this truth very well, but they can still sit back and watch me swallow the painful tears alone, pretending not to know, and continue to sing and dance in the seat of the goddess?"

In her eyes, the bright golden light flourished, and the bright light at that moment made Hattori Heiji couldn't help but focus on her face and began to observe her face.

Before others could clearly see what had happened to her, a violent gust of wind passed through the hall. The thin window behind Shimabukuro Kimie could no longer hold up and was blown to pieces by the strong wind. The fierce rain poured towards the house. It was pouring in, as if the wave was coming directly.

"It's better to go back...it's better..."

After muttering twice softly, Shimabukuro Kime fell backwards, making a splashing sound as he fell into the water amidst everyone's exclamations.

Hattori Heiji rushed to the window in two steps and looked down the window sill.

The dead trees, which had been washed away by the rain and had only branches left, were blown apart by the wind before his eyes.

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"It's pretty awesome. He's a tough guy."

Using Haori's sleeves to block the aftermath of the black water, Asai Naomi re-sets her bow and commented cogently.

"Stop praising your opponent here, let's continue the damage!" The scarf wrapped around the bulge of the rock under the mermaid's body, quickly changed his position, and avoided the direct attack of the flames. Tang Ze watched as he passed by. The flying flames quickly burned into a wall of fire, and I calmed down, waiting for Asai Narumi's cursed dot to return to place.

In terms of output ability, he is a master of magic and a master of physics. Everyone in the team can't match his explosive output, but the damage-increasing ability of his teammates as auxiliary is also real.