The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

“Matsuda——!”

Hearing the sound that quickly faded into the crowd, the man standing in the crowd turned his head vigilantly, looked left and right, and then looked away suspiciously.

This is a very familiar name. He has clearly understood the wronged souls he created through TV, so of course he has heard of similar names.

Perhaps this is the reason why, at a special time like today, a surname that is apparently common enough would catch his attention.

He turned his head and continued to follow the excited crowd forward, his eyes always staying on the outskirts of the crowd and the vehicles parked outside the drawn railings. The smile on the corners of his mouth gradually widened.

He was waiting, sitting back and waiting for an opening.

It is the hunter's instinct to find a lone and vulnerable lamb so that he can easily end its life and tear open its flesh.

It is time to start harvesting again, and his carnival is about to begin.

The last scene was a bit hasty. It was a pity that I didn’t get to have some fun with those sanctimonious policemen. I hope this year’s celebration will satisfy them.

The man, whose attention was always focused on the people outside the crowd, did not notice that as his emotions gradually became more intense, more and more eyes in the crowd in his field of vision turned to his face, and a strange sense of tearing was slowly encroaching on him.

The story of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, is being played out on this day filled with ribbons and flowers.

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"What's wrong with Officer Sato? She looks so sad."

Seeing from afar a lost Miwako Sato standing on the street, staring at the crowd in front of her in a daze, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya whispered to the classmates around him.

He has had a lot of dealings with these policemen and has gradually become familiar with them. He has gradually realized how much weight of relatives and colleagues Sato Miwako carries on her young shoulders. No one can deny that she is a respectable young policeman.

"...The fax we received is very similar to what we received from a case we handled three years ago." Shiratori Renzaburo, who was pushed aside by her, showed no resentment on his face. "We disguised ourselves today because we were worried about being recognized by the criminals."

"The criminal who has been at large for three years? Is it the one from the bombing case you mentioned before..." Conan, who had heard about the incident at the dinner table, reacted quickly, "Is the criminal making another move?"

In addition to meeting the characteristics of conventional serial bombings, this explosion case has a distinct feature, which is that the criminals clearly targeted the police. Just like the case that occurred in the stadium this morning, as long as public safety is threatened, the more dedicated and good police officers are, the more likely they are to suffer casualties in such cases.

The police officers who died one after another at the hands of this man are enough to illustrate this problem. They disguised themselves, probably because they took into account that there was a high probability that the criminal knew their colleagues.

"So, is there any new movement from that guy?" Conan instinctively looked at the crowded and dark crowd, and his brows suddenly frowned.

The fax was ambiguous, suspected to be a threat but without giving a clear message. Compared with the team's victory after three years and the extremely excited enthusiasm of the masses, no one dared to assert that nothing would happen. However, in the absence of definite clues, the resistance to directly evacuating or stopping the march was equally huge.

They were completely deliberately making fun of the police, wasting police resources, and even suspected of diverting their attention from the real target.

However, the police who understood all this could only jump in with their eyes closed. This was an open conspiracy with malice plotting against kindness.

Another vicious design.

"We've patrolled a circle, but there's no movement. It's hard to say, maybe it's a prank by someone who knows about it." Shiratori Renzaburo crossed his arms and exhaled heavily, "We can only be careful for now."

It was a great day for everyone, but they had such a hard time. Searching the class is really not an easy job.

Conan looked at Sato Miwako, who was slowly coming back to her senses. She was holding onto a street lamp with her head lowered, seemingly trying to adjust her emotions, and her mood couldn't help but fluctuate.

Realizing that now, just in Sato Miwako's case, her father's sacrifice, her former superiors and team members who died one after another in the Fudo Kyosuke case, and Matsuda Jinpei who died at the hands of a bomber three years ago, Sato Miwako still cannot let go of...

Miwako Sato is still young, but the road under her feet is already stained with so much blood. What about the other police officers?

"actually……"

Hearing him suddenly speak, Haibara Ai turned her head and looked at Conan, expecting that he would have some profound remarks about this case.

"…Actually, if you think about it carefully, calling detectives the saviors of the police is a bit too joking and a bit too arrogant." The world's top high school detective said, "Compared to simply solving cases, frontline work has much more responsibilities and dangers."

"It's rare to be so humble, great detective." Huibara Ai shook her head, "But what you said makes sense."

It's just that it's a little too sober and not like his style.

The charm of wisdom, which is usually only seen when a decision is made without hesitation or wisdom is displayed, rarely transcends age and experience, and some of it was revealed in this sigh.

"If it were me... forget it." After thinking about it, Conan stopped the idea he wanted to imagine and just concentrated his attention on observing the bustling street.

Faced with the answer given by others with their lives, a light-hearted assumption seems so pale and powerless.

Let's take practical actions to protect what they are trying so hard to protect.

Haibara Ai looked at Sato Miwako, who had adjusted her condition and was slowly walking back, and sighed silently in her heart.

She, who has been closely following all the progress in the laboratory, now knows that when Tang Ze suddenly exchanged identities with Hoshikawa Teru in the morning, he actually rushed back to the base to witness the awakening of Matsuda Jinpei.

This phantom who lived in everyone's past has passed through the smoke and dust of the explosion and returned to the world.

I hope everything three years later will be what he wanted to see back then.

While several people here were immersed in their own emotions and thoughts, Yumi Miyamoto quietly retracted her head that was sticking out of the car window and secretly sent a message to Takagi Shigeru.

[You haven't arrived yet? Things have changed! Whether you've arrived or not, quickly put away your wig and other things! If Sato goes berserk after seeing you, don't blame me for not warning you! ]

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"She seems quite sad." Noticing Sato Miwako's approach, Morobushi Kagemitsu picked up Matsuda Jinpei and ran away without saying a word. After making sure that they were completely out of Sato Miwako's sight, he turned to look at Matsuda Jinpei who looked a little embarrassed.

Being caught off guard by a circle of Phantom Thieves around him, with his legs lifted off the ground - especially since three of them were dressed as women - made Matsuda Jinpei a little conscious. He stepped back onto solid ground and his IQ recovered only after he touched the ground.

This group of people is really...

After being speechless for a few seconds, Jinpei Matsuda also looked in the direction of Miwako Sato. However, as the crowd squeezed, the street corner was completely submerged in unfamiliar figures, and he could no longer see the expression of the policewoman standing there.

"I think I should say sorry." Without looking back in that direction, Jinpei Matsuda sighed.

"What are you sorry for? It's not your fault. No one wants to see sacrifice." Zhu Fujingguang observed his expression and said slowly.

"I mean, I want to apologize for hiding it later." Matsuda Jinpei shook his head, "I think I must have left her with a big shadow, but it seems that now I can only let her continue to be sad."

"Oh? Not because of the teasing you sent to me before you died?" Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyebrows and bumped his shoulder. "Your death is so near, and the last thing you did was to leave me a text message like that. That's something that will cause a lifetime knot in my heart, you guy."

"I'm about to die, can't I be a little willful and leave a little trace of my existence to my last contact?" Matsuda Jinpei tilted his head, "I'm not lying, I really like girls with her personality."

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had a deep understanding of his friend's preferences in order to revive him, glanced at him and said, "I understand, I understand. You may not have a deep affection for her. You just like the kind of mature sister who can point at your nose and argue with you."

"Hey, hey, you make it sound like this is some weird habit..." Matsuda Jinpei didn't get angry even though he pointed it out.

After all, he just likes the older sister more, and he has never really had any relationship with the opposite sex. It is better than falling in love with the mother-like Zero, right? On this point, the eldest brother does not say the second brother.

Moreover, although Sato Miwako was 25 years old at the time, her performance in the workplace was that of a young and impulsive newcomer. Her style was actually a bit immature and not entirely within her strike zone.

As if seeing through his divergent thoughts, Zhu Fujingguang lowered his eyebrows: "Now you are 26 years old, and she is 28. With this calculation, don't you have more ideas?"

Remembering Tang Ze's joke that "Congratulations, you are now three years younger than Furuya Rei and you are getting younger and younger", Zhu Fushiki Jingguang's hellish joke came out directly, causing several teammates who had been keeping quiet and listening to their bickering to cough a few times.

"Pfft, cough cough... Sorry, sorry, you guys continue." Unable to hold it back, Miyano Akemi waved her hands and pulled the mask on her face tighter.

I feel like this is something that should be said by Tang Ze, as it's the kind of black humor that he could come up with.

Sure enough, Tangze can be regarded as a symptom and is very contagious.

Choked by Morobushi Kagemitsu's hellish joke, Matsuda Jinpei was stunned for a moment before he elbowed him back in a helpless manner.

According to Jing, they were indeed planning to bring back Hagi and the squad leader, as well as the squad leader's girlfriend who died in the tragedy. If that was the case, Hagi would be half a generation younger than them...

"So, you're still not going to meet her?" After some laughter, Zhu Fu Jingguang asked seriously, "As long as you think she's reliable enough, no one would mind having a few insiders outside the group."

Just as Tang Ze had told him before, their resurrection was a secret that could never be made public, but the fact that they were still alive was something that Tang Ze would never stop them from contacting their old friends as long as they wanted.

If Jinpei Matsuda really wanted to meet with Miwako Sato and let her know that she was not dead, no one would object. Instead, they would help him plan closely and try to find a balance for him.

"No." This time Matsuda Jinpei answered quickly, "I have caused her enough trauma and stress. I should not disrupt her life any further."

Miwako Sato now has a more mature appearance, can handle work more easily, has more admirers and friends, and has already formed a stable social circle.

While accepting the miracle, he will also have to bear the price of this cause and effect. Perhaps it will be difficult for him to walk in the world with his own appearance again in this lifetime.

To each other, they are people who are stuck in the past and should not cause more trouble to each other in the future.

"Besides, there are things that we should pay more attention to." Matsuda Jinpei ended his brief sigh, and his eyes pierced through the crowd and pierced fiercely in a certain direction ahead.

"Officer Takagi's car is coming." Asai Narimi, who was looking down at his phone, said, "The criminal is about to take action."

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"That guy is finally here." Yumi Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar vehicle from afar.

Miwako Sato was obviously not in a good mood. She wanted to get out of the car and grab her best friend to comfort her. However, she was still on duty and couldn't abandon her work and be distracted by personal matters. Shiratori Rensaburo, who was standing next to her, racked his brains but failed to ease Miwako Sato's mood.

Now she can only hope that Takagi Shigeru can bring some new changes.

Unlike Shiratori Jinsaburo, Sato Miwako at least agreed to Takagi Shigeru's date requests more than once. In terms of the distance in their hearts, Takagi Shigeru has definitely gone one step further.

Throwing his sunglasses on the passenger seat in a panic, Takagi Shigeru tightened his tie until it was tight around his neck, then he nervously opened the car door and got out.

Considering today's events, although the bomber could not have known Takagi Wataru because he had not arrived when the case happened three years ago, so Megure Juzo did not ask him to disguise himself, he still seriously considered for a long time how to change his image.

Today is a different day for Miwako Sato, and this case is also a different case for her.

Yumi Miyamoto knew the text messages in her best friend's phone that had not been deleted for three years, and also knew about her old car that had been discontinued long ago. She was very clear about how nostalgic her best friend was and how heavy her heart was. So after running into the conflicted Takagi Wataru, she boldly suggested that she dress like Jinpei Matsuda.

But now that it has been proven to be a bad idea, he could only hurriedly comb his hair again, trying not to let Sato have any negative emotions because of him.

Maybe you shouldn't provoke her at this time. If you are not careful, not to mention the issue of relationship, you might be blocked directly by Sato Miwako.

"Takagi..." Sato Miwako, who was slow to react, was stunned for a moment when she saw Takagi Wataru coming over. Her stiff back relaxed slightly.

She could always draw some stable energy from this considerate, upright and somewhat immature guy.

Sometimes this reminds her of Jinpei Matsuda, and sometimes it reminds her of more people. In short, Takagi Shigeru is a person who makes her feel relaxed and comfortable.

At this moment, her emotions, which were stretched to the limit, needed such a gap.

"I think I saw Matsuda." After blurting out these words, she slowly let out the breath that she had been holding.

The figure that disappeared in the Ferris wheel car at dusk was not only an important memory that she could not forget, but also the key scene that was intertwined and replayed in her nightmares, always waking her up in melancholy and sadness.

I won't be wrong, she thought.

But he had already died, gone before her eyes as she watched him prayingly, and now this feeling was so absurd.

"Don't worry, I'm mentally normal." Before her worried colleagues and friends could speak, she waved her hand and said, "Maybe it's because of today."

"Sato, do you need to take a break? You're not in good shape." Seeing the golden wig that was slightly deformed by her holding it in her hand, Takagi Wataru said worriedly, "You still have to continue your duty."

"…It's okay, I'm fine." Sato Miwako closed her eyes and slowly put the things in her hand back on her head.

The closer it got to that day, the more likely she would have to face that hateful criminal, and the more she could not lose her composure.

If you let yourself get caught up in your emotional breakdown, that guy will succeed.

In the eyes of all the people who knew the situation at the scene, she stood up again and walked in another direction without looking back, causing the remaining people to exchange worried glances.

Tang Ze's gaze passed over Takagi Shigeru's uneasy expression and went directly to his car parked across the street.

The vehicles parked at the edge of the crowd would occasionally have their bodies slightly obscured by the gathering crowd. Of course, the noisy parade team would not pay attention to such small issues as whether they were obstructing police patrols.

This is an opportunity that can be exploited.

Tang Ze raised his hand and squeezed the little round hand on Noah's left side hanging on the side of his commuter bag, sending out a signal he had prepared in advance.

"The criminals have started to attack." Tang Ze said in a weak voice, "Noah, start preparing the palace information, notify Brother Chengshi to start immediately, and ask Sister Junhui to assist. Everyone else follow up."

The Phantom Thieves, who had been well prepared, did not leave their original position in the crowd, and each acted according to their original plan.

Matsuda Jinpei, who received a clear signal from Morobushi Kagemitsu, could not wait any longer.

So, twenty minutes later, when Takagi Wataru, who was about to move the car as requested by Miyamoto Yumi, walked to the car door, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the mailbox on the side of the road.

"Eh...?" Turning his head, he saw the face of a strange curly-haired man. Takagi Wataru was stunned for a moment. Before he could ask the other party's purpose, a loud noise was heard.

He turned back hastily.

His car was lifted up by the huge air wave and exploded without warning.