The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Are you sure the suspect is a male?" Sitting in the driver's seat of the car, Miwako Sato glanced at Ayumi Yoshida, who was sitting in the passenger seat while waiting for a red light.

"I'm sure. When I bumped into him, I heard him yell. He was definitely a man!" Ayumi Yoshida, who was much calmer, nodded affirmatively.

"So you heard him speak, um, but if it's just a shout, it may not have much effect. Or, which one of you just happened to record it?" Thinking of this group of amazing elementary school students, Miwako Sato looked at the back row expectantly. .

"That's not true, Ayumi didn't have a recording device on her." Conan, who did have a recording pen on him, explained, "Ayumi hit it alone, and then we heard the screams of the stabbed woman and Ayumi. Just came here.”

"It's a pity..." Miwako Sato didn't expect much even though she was trying to hug someone. "But giving priority to personal safety is the right decision."

"It's best to have a recording..." Yoshida Ayumi muttered, looking down at her knees, thoughtfully.

Let's go back and suggest to the doctor whether we can add a recording function to the detective badge?

Miwako Sato, who didn't know what kind of black technology her unintentional words were spawning, turned the steering wheel, turned to the intersection near 2-chome, and stopped the car.

"There are already other police officers on site responsible for isolating the residents, you don't have to worry..." Sato Miwako, who comforted the children, looked at the people on the third floor from the left and the third floor from the right in front of her, speaking slower and slower, and finally finally stopped.

It is normal for the police to draw warning tapes or use manpower to build isolation, which will attract onlookers, but this number of people is too...

"So, you bring an easel..." Miwako Sato, who felt that communication was very difficult, slapped her forehead.

Two men of roughly the same height each occupied one side of the bench. The blue-haired high school student had a drawing board in front of him and a palette with many colors on it in his hand. He waved the pen in his hand as if no one else was watching. The look of being immersed in your own world.

The police officers in charge of the security guard stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at these two inexplicable guys and the more and more people gathering together with no temper.

But why on earth do you need to bring a full set of painting tools to "kill time" when assisting in on-site investigation...

Could it be that there was some unexpected situation ahead?

"Do you want to use this?" Miwako Sato pointed to the drawing board that had already drawn a prototype in front of him, her face speechless.

"That's right, we are here to conduct an investigation related to a murder case..." Miwako Sato tried to talk to him in a gentle tone.

At least they warned the people around them this time to stop filming the scene. They met several guys who insisted that they were filming street performers, and they had to take a tougher tone.

Really, why do we always meet such strange guys?

"Kitagawa-kun." Miwako Sato had no choice but to start with the one she knew first, "Why are you sitting here painting..."

Sato Miwako, who had nothing to do with Kitagawa Yusuke, sighed and turned to look at the man on the other side who didn't even show his face: "So, this gentleman?"

Miwako Sato rubbed her head and looked at the two guys who were going their own way over there with a headache.

Because it involves the investigation of the crime scene, in addition to a few eyewitnesses, the elementary school students, the police also need to interview the stabbed parties and arrange field personnel and vehicles. It is not surprising that Kitagawa Yusuke arrived by subway faster than them. .

"It's killing time." Kitagawa Yusuke repeated solemnly, "Only by practicing frequently can your painting skills improve."

"Don't you feel tired if you carry such a heavy thing on the subway?" Sato Miwako was really hard to understand.

Conan informed Kitagawa Yusuke about an hour and a half ago.

"Oh. What, am I a suspect?" The man's head turned slightly under his hood.

Although it is said that art students often need to go out to sketch, it is not difficult to understand that they have a complete set of outdoor equipment. But when a normal person receives a request for help from an elementary school student, his first reaction is to organize the equipment and go out to sketch?

"It's not very heavy. I usually carry them on foot to sketch. It's rare that I have the opportunity to take the subway, so naturally I want to try it." Kitagawa Yusuke nodded happily, as if she was saying something complimentary.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and was slightly vague. It took Miwako Sato a little effort to understand what the other person was saying.

Since the analysis of this case mentioned the possibility of the prisoner returning to the crime scene, when sealing the scene, simply recording the people arriving around it is a new requirement for this search lesson.

...Then she saw two people sitting on the bench by the intersection.

"You mean your cordon? I didn't enter the area you designated. Is this a violation?" The man played without any disturbance in the rhythm of his hands.

If it hadn't been for the guy playing the piano who had put away his instrument case and leaned it against his chair, facing this combination that looked like some otherworldly showmanship, the surrounding onlookers would have started to put money into the empty instrument case.

"So, Kitagawa-nii, did you take the subway with these things?" The elementary school student who had already squeezed into the crowd asked this question for Sato Miwako.

Seeing Miwako Sato approaching on her own initiative, several people quickly welcomed her in as if they had found a savior.

Miwako Sato took a breath.

"Officer Sato, what should we do now?"

"What's wrong?" The man continued to strum the strings, but stopped humming, "What's the matter, officer?"

"Yes." Kitagawa Yusuke nodded.

"Of course not." Miwako Sato took a deep breath to control her emotions before she could no longer suppress her outburst. "Okay, can you please tell me your name?"

"Is it necessary to bring so much..." Conan stood next to him and looked at his complete equipment speechlessly.

Sato Miwako frowned, briefly gave a few instructions to the other police officers, temporarily left the children behind her, and quickened her pace to squeeze into the encirclement.

On the other side, there was a man with his hood pulled back and an instrument in his arms, playing and humming something.

The two people had their backs to each other, as if they didn't notice the other behind them at all, but the easel in their hands and the musical instrument box leaning to the side formed a very strange set of mirror images.

"I arrived early, so I found something to kill the time." Kitagawa Yusuke was immersed in the painting in his hands without even raising his head.

"A rough calculation shows that there are more than 30 people surrounding us. What should we do? Do we still need to continue to count the attendance?"

Do you need to use such complicated painting tools to draw a portrait normally?

Kitagawa Yusuke glanced at her inexplicably, put the brush in his hand on the palette, bent down, and pulled out a sketchbook and pencil from the bag next to him.

How should I put it, although she didn't know who this person was, she already had a bad feeling when she saw that he could maintain a high synchronization rate with a child like Kitagawa Yusuke who had a miswired brain.

Kitagawa Yusuke looked matter-of-fact, as if he didn't understand why they were asking: "Huh? What's wrong? Didn't you say that Ms. Yoshida hasn't remembered the details yet? Then you should start investigating. Nothing I do will affect it. . Oh, if I think about it later, I can also use tools to complete the portrait."