The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Ah, you must be the police officer who called just now. The guest wearing sunglasses mentioned before has not arrived yet."

"Are you sure he comes here every afternoon?"

"Yes, he seems to be waiting for someone. What's wrong? Is he involved in any case?"

"No, it's just some traffic accident issues... Well, could you please give a brief explanation of the phone call two days ago?"

"Oh, alright……"

Watching Yumi Miyamoto's conversation with the chef of the cafe, Kogoro Mouri looked back and forth at the shop for a moment and curled his lips.

There is such a long distance between 3-chome and 2-chome. How could the man who died in a car accident after dropping his cell phone find the wrong place?

"Should we call Miss Azusa? If someone comes, let her listen to the voice and she can probably tell the difference. By the way, is it okay for you to leave the store to Miss Azusa and come with us?" Mouri Kogoro He looked at Toru Amuro, who was following behind.

Although it feels like I'm working as a store clerk and running a detective agency at the same time, I don't seem to be taking too much care of the cafe...

"It's not the peak period in the evening yet, so the store is not too busy now. And even if it gets busy, there will be other people to help. Since I opened the office, I haven't been full-time at work here. "Amuro Toru smiled and explained a few words.

All the expenses of the cafe are spent by the organization, and this is even more true after Kumail appeared. Toru Amuro didn’t directly add all the equipment to the cafe with a wave of his hand, because he wanted to keep a low profile. needs, not that he doesn't want to.

Just as he was about to press the dial, Toru Amuro suddenly took two steps forward and accidentally bumped into the elbow he had just raised.

"Eh, eh?!" Yumi Miyamoto stretched out her hand to grab Tohru Amuro, who suddenly got angry, to stop him from alerting the enemy. However, looking at the shocked and surprised expression of the man in sunglasses, it was obviously too late.

Conan, who felt something was wrong with the direction of the script, looked flustered. He rushed to Toru Amuro's side in three steps at a time and turned on his watch again.

"You said, that customer asked you if you had ever found a lost mobile phone?" Yumi Miyamoto raised her voice a little, attracting the attention of several people who were still observing the environment.

The main reason why he still retains his job at Café Polo is that Karasawa needs to stay in the café during his protective observation period. In this year, Café Polo is destined to be his place again. and the place where Karasawa is based.

Next, just like in the past, you only need to turn on the anesthesia watch and give Uncle Maori an injection...

Conan couldn't help but hesitate whether to shoot the man in sunglasses or Amuro.

"Or let's put it another way." Toru Amuro put his hands on his hips and looked down at the middle-aged man's shiny hair, "Mr. Beishou Shuhei, how much are you prepared to pay for this ledger?"

No elementary school student could resist the power of Rice Krispies Superman. With a twist of his wrist, the dial was covered again.

"Okay, time waits for no one, let's keep the story short." Toru Amuro rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the man in sunglasses who had chosen a seat to sit down. "Do you mind telling me your identity? My friend was there two days ago. I found a mobile phone here.”

"It seems that it can't be wrong." Mouri Kogoro nodded, finally feeling that this incident had some clues.

"Yes, he also asked me if there is a waitress in the store, or if I have seen any female customers who came to the store pick up something..." The fat chef explained in detail.

Conan turned his head, looked at the man named by the chef with burning eyes, and touched the watch on his wrist.

"What's wrong? Did I misunderstand the contents of that phone?" Toru Amuro didn't even look back. He reached out and grabbed the watch that Conan was still groping for. "Children, let's show this uncle what we found. ”

Although the records stored in the address book are most likely accounts of Zhou Ping's manipulation of election funds and accepting illegal money during the election, they skipped the well-founded reasoning and went straight to the face. Fa, this was his first time seeing him.

"W-What are you talking about?" The middle-aged man was caught off guard by Amuro Toru's words. His hand shook, and the menu he had just picked up fell back to the table.

Through thinking in the car and combining it with the actual situation, he was able to basically discern the overall picture of the entire incident.

I don’t know what the psychological quality of this Ma Zai is. If Amuro chooses to pretend to be dead or start running away...

"Ah, here it is, that customer." The chef looked at the store door that was pushed open and lowered his voice, "The one wearing sunglasses."

As for whether adding so many part-time staff will affect the income and expenditure... Just as Tang Ze had guessed before, the organization must ensure that all situations are under control before arranging for him to move in. The actual owner of the cafe has long been Amuro revealed himself.

His movements were very natural. On the surface, it looked like a child running towards him, and he held his wrist easily. No one noticed Conan's subtle movement of groping for the dial.

Conan raised his head and looked at Toru Amuro in surprise.

Toru Amuro met the fake primary school student's gaze and just showed a winning smile.

Quickly find a reason to let the traffic police detain the man first. Team Zero, who has already started racing against the Phantom Thief, will have time to go to the home of the man who died in the car accident and find the original account books compiled by the other party.

Even if it takes a while, Baisho Shuhei will probably start to reflect on himself in tears on the TV or radio. The police, who have already secured the evidence with the help of the detective, will not lose too much.

So, hurry up, kids.

Facing the direct gaze of the man in sunglasses, with his anesthesia watch completely held in Toru Amuro's hand, Conan could only bite the bullet and took out the mobile phone he had been studying all the way from his pocket.

"It's so strange, uncle, is this your mobile phone? Why are the names in the communication all fake names that I can't understand, and why can't I get through to any of them? Japan doesn't use numbers starting with 1. Uncle is so stupid."

"What are these two people doing..." Before he could realize what was happening, the situation turned into an encirclement situation. When Kogoro Mouri approached in a hurry, he happened to catch up with Conan and finished his sentence. A cannon-like classic children's talk.

Conan raised his hand and pointed at Kogoro Maori, who was walking over: "Uncle Maori said that this is an account book recorded in the address book. It was compiled by an investigative reporter from various merchants. Is it true?"

The situation changed too quickly, and the middle-aged man in sunglasses, whose emotions had been completely carried away by the two detectives, subconsciously looked at Kogoro Moori, who was walking over.

Since he was the slowest to react, Mouri Kogoro walked from the bar in front of the chef to the booth, which happened to block the only exit to the outside world in this small cafe.

In the eyes of the man in sunglasses, Mouri Kogoro, with his hands in his pockets, is simply full of the aura of a mastermind behind the scenes. He is like the real talker among a group of people, making decisions before taking action, strolling around in the courtyard, and full of oppression.

"I, I don't understand what you are talking about." The man stammered and reluctantly replied, "Did you admit the wrong person? I, I have something to do later..."