The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"What, what happened?!"

"What happened!"

"Stop the parade immediately and evacuate all spectators!"

Takagi Shigeru's vehicle was more than ten meters away from the parade crowd, but the power of the explosion was enough to lift the entire car up, which was naturally enough to alarm the parade crowd and the convoy.

Conan and the others, who were originally walking along the outskirts of the crowd, were attracted by the noise here and quickly moved towards the intersection.

"What was that sound just now?"

"It's a bomb!" Conan asserted with certainty, "The fax that Officer Sato and the others mentioned should be related to the bombing three years ago. It seems that a car was blown up completely."

"Isn't that Officer Takagi's car?" Through the obstruction of the thick smoke, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya determined the approximate location and recalled the time when he saw Takagi Wataru appear before, "Is Officer Takagi okay?!"

"It's hard to say. I just saw someone approaching the car through the crowded crowd..." Conan frowned.

Under his leadership, several people crossed the guardrail and ran towards the explosion site before the police came to set up the cordon.

Only Haibara Ai lagged behind by two steps. While running, she reached out and pulled the trouser leg of Tang Ze, who seemed to be walking hurriedly but was actually strolling leisurely.

"I seemed to have seen someone go there earlier than Officer Takagi. Is everything okay?" she asked in a low voice.

Tang Ze, who was taking small steps forward, did not answer but just smiled at her.

Of course, it's okay. Isn't it just seeing someone who looks like Jinpei Matsuda? Before the bombing is completely over, this "hallucination" will soon become a collective phenomenon.

As long as everyone has seen a ghost, it is almost the same as no one has seen a ghost!

"Where is Officer Takagi, is he okay?!" Seeing Shiratori Jinsaburo standing next to the police car, Conan quickly asked.

"He just walked into the car and was about to drive away when it suddenly exploded." Shiratori Renzaburo stared at the burning car and answered calmly, "Normally, in this situation, he would have died."

"Ah? Could it be that he..."

"So, it's usually the case." Shiratori Jinzaburo squinted his eyes and looked at Takagi Wataru who stood up with the help of the iron mailbox. "You are really lucky, you guy."

"Hey, hey, I finally escaped, don't say it as if it's a pity!" Takagi Shigeru wiped the black ash from his face caused by the smoke and dust, "People are going to misunderstand the working atmosphere of the police station."

"Being misunderstood as a bad relationship between us is better than being misunderstood as a police officer with a problem in the brain." Shiratori Renzaburo rolled his eyelids, his face full of speechlessness, "You might as well just say you're lucky. What do you mean a man who looks like Matsuda Jinpei pulled you back? Fortunately, Sato hasn't come yet, otherwise she would have hit you."

On this day, the name of Jinpei Matsuda has a completely different lethality.

Not to mention Sato Miwako, after hearing Takagi Wataru say such rude words, Shiratori himself wanted to punch this guy.

Sato Miwako was not the only one who felt sorry and sad for this police officer who had only been on the job in the First Investigation Division for seven days. Sato, who had been his partner for seven days, was particularly devastated.

"I, I didn't lie..." Takagi Wataru slapped the mailbox next to him, with the same helpless expression.

He was really pulled back by a man with black curly hair and sunglasses!

He had never met Jinpei Matsuda, so how could he make up such a lie to make fun of others...

While the two were talking, a black figure approached quickly from the other side of the street. By the time they noticed it, the figure had already rushed to the side of the overturned vehicle and reached out directly, trying to open the door that was constantly smoking.

"Oh no, she hasn't noticed that you have escaped..." Shiratori Renzaburo didn't care about his colleagues who didn't escape, and hurried over to stop her.

The vehicle has already overturned and is on fire. A secondary explosion could occur at any time, so getting so close is very dangerous.

Sato Miwako was trying to pry open the car door with all her strength, but her head was buzzing. The calls of reality and the sounds of some distant moment were intertwined, and they were unable to bring her back to her senses.

"Forget it, Sato! Don't go over there!"

“It’s too late!”

"It's too dangerous, evacuate as soon as possible!"

But, but...

"But he's still inside--!" Sato Miwako grabbed the deformed edge of the car door and let out a roar.

Clearly, just a dozen minutes ago, she was still watching him pass by her alive. It was only a dozen minutes...

“Miwako!” Miyamoto Yumi, who had her hands under her armpits, also shouted and pulled her away from the vehicle. “Wake up, what are you doing?!”

"I want to rescue him..." Sato Miwako said in a trance as she watched the car door getting farther and farther away, trying to break free from the pull behind her.

"Takagi is fine!" Miyamoto Yumi quickly reminded, "He's not in the car! You should step back quickly, we have to hand this over to the fire department."

The stunned Sato Miwako was pulled a few steps away by Miyamoto Yumi, and she finally saw Takagi Wataru standing behind her with a helpless look on his face.

"Let me see. Ouch, your hands are burned." Miyamoto Yumi pulled up her bloody hand that was tightly clenched on the deformed car door. "Why are you so impulsive? I'll go get you some water..."

Sato Miwako closed her eyes and seemed to finally react, and she couldn't help shaking her feet.

"The person she wanted to save should be Officer Matsuda." Conan, who had heard the whole story of the case, witnessed it all and couldn't help but sigh, "That incident was a huge blow to her."

Seeing a colleague whom I like die in front of my eyes, even if I just imagine it...

Conan looked around at his friends.

When he took a look, he saw Tang Ze whose expression was completely different from that of the people around him, and was somewhat subtly gloomy.

"Tang Ze, why do you look like that?" Conan immediately turned his attention to Tang Ze, who felt that something was wrong with his expression, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

He heard Tang Ze describe how he had a conflict with someone and was framed for intentional injury, and was eventually thrown into prison - although this experience now seems to be fishy, ​​this was how Tang Ze guessed the reason for the conflict between him and the other party.

"Maybe I look a little fierce." Tang Ze pinched his cheek.

"...Huh? Are you sure?" Conan, who nearly choked on the jelly in his juice, widened his eyes. "You? Are you a little fierce?"

This guy is obviously half a year older than me, but his face looks like his younger brother. If he changes his clothes, he could fool people into thinking he is a junior high school student. The contours of his entire face are very round, and he looks like a teenager who has not yet fully developed. Does Tang Ze have any misunderstanding about his appearance?

"You think I'm not fierce now because I've been trying hard to adjust my expression. Every failure makes you wiser." Tang Ze said, then he put away the smile on his face, lowered his head, and adjusted the angle from which he looked at people.

Conan was then shocked to find that what Tang Ze said was actually true.

He was indeed handsome, and looked very kind when he smiled with his eyes slightly curved. But when he lowered his head like this and looked up from the edge of his bangs, the round curve of his face was hidden, and the exposed circle of whites of his eyes made his light-colored eyes look like they were staring sharply, and his whole face had a fierce aggressiveness.

According to Tang Ze, in order to avoid misunderstanding, he will always keep smiling as long as he can remember to adjust his facial muscles.

...So when you have this gloomy expression, it means there is a big problem.

Conan, realizing something was wrong, immediately stopped paying attention to the police story and pulled Tang Ze back a few steps.

"He must be recalling some bad things." Haibara Ai noticed their actions, walked a few steps closer, and took the initiative to hold Tang Ze's hand.

At the same time, she leaned close to Conan's ear and said in a weak voice: "...Did Karasawa tell you? His house in Kyoto was burned down by the organization. He may not be able to bear this scene."

"Is that so? But before..." Conan was about to say that he had encountered bombings before since he came to Tokyo, but after thinking carefully for a moment, the words were stuck at the tip of his tongue.

...After counting carefully, I have never encountered such a case.

The most recent explosion was the Twin Towers skyscraper, and the one before that was the skyscraper architect's master, Moriya Teiji. In both cases, Tang Ze had never seen an explosion scene up close.

If we count further back, there have been many fires and explosions, big and small, but Tang Ze seemed, seemed, indeed... not to be there? Or at least he had never seen the burning scene.

The closest he was to an explosion was probably during the time of Ye Caisan. At that time, the organizer created an explosion at the bow of the ship in order to cover up the fact that he had killed his accomplice.

But Tang Ze did not seem to have seen the explosion, and he had already fallen into the sea...

It's strange, why did he subconsciously feel that Tang Ze had experienced many bombings and instinctively wanted to refute what Haibara Ai said?

"I'll take him over there to rest for a while, you continue investigating." After giving an answer that made Conan ponder, Haibara Ai said lightly, took Tang Ze's hand, and walked to the other side of the street.

After she had completely turned her back to the crowd and her words could hardly be heard by them, Haibara Ai finally lowered her voice.

"Why did you suddenly switch with him? Is there something going on with Tang Ze?"

Yes, with just one look at that somewhat gloomy face, Haibara Ai immediately recognized that Tang Ze, who was standing next to them, had been quietly replaced by Hoshikawa Teru at some point.

After spending a long time with the Phantom Thieves, and most importantly, being very clear about the situation where Karasawa and Hoshikawa Teru are substitutes for each other, Haibara Ai can now accurately tell the real Karasawa from the fake at a glance.

Although Hoshikawa Teru's acting skills have improved a lot, he is still not as perfect as Tang Ze. When he forgets to control his expression, he may be seen through by the sharp detectives at a glance.

Hoshikawa Teru rarely appears in front of Conan. When he does, it's during a case when Conan's attention won't be on him.

"I didn't take off my disguise today." The hardworking tool, Teru Hoshikawa, replied numbly, "I don't know what the new guy said to Senior Jing Guang, but the leader suddenly called me over after hearing the news."

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was briefly diverted after the explosion, he approached this side. When Sato Miwako rushed over, Tang Ze quietly retreated from the alley behind them.

"...Thank you for your hard work." Haibara Ai patted the back of Hoshikawa Teru's hand sympathetically.

Hoshikawa Teru's personality is only a little lively in front of people like Karasawa Miyano Akemi. Most of the time, he is a gloomy and introverted person.

It's daunting to think about having to always be prepared to play the social roles like Tang Ze, who is always smiling and good at dancing.

"It's okay. I deserve it." Xingchuan Hui, who was used to being summoned by Tang Ze all the time, was very calm. "You found a reason very timely."

Who made him beg and plead to stay and work for Tang Ze?

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but although Karasawa has actually experienced many bombings, and even half of the explosives in the Twin Towers were installed by himself, in Conan's case, Karasawa did not use his own identity when he experienced the bombing with him.