The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

When he opened his eyes blankly, Yoji Motobashi instinctively raised his hand to block the sunlight that was shining directly into his eyes. It took him a lot of effort to realize that he was lying in his own apartment.

His hands and feet were weak as he stared blankly ahead. His face did not improve at all because of the relatively safe environment. Instead, it became paler as the surroundings became quieter.

He was like a frightened bird, his eyes darted around nervously before he sat up hesitantly.

The problem now is not his mental state. After being attacked by a series of horrific dreams, his sanity has long been gone.

It was not known whether it was the effect of the medicine given by the psychiatrist, or whether his attempt to use the medicine to eliminate hallucinations angered the attacker, but after swallowing the pills, his severe auditory and visual hallucinations suddenly changed direction.

If the previous attacks were intensive strafing, which constantly made him see the illusion of the policeman he had killed three years ago and the fire of bombs, after taking the medicine, the scenes he experienced suddenly became more terrifying and more hidden.

The reflection in the mirror would make a different expression from his, suddenly changing into another appearance. Blood would suddenly appear on the things he touched at any time. Even if he was just walking, the ground would suddenly be covered with sharp thorns. The sharp metal piercing the soles of his feet caused him to scream in pain, to the point where he almost alerted the neighbors and called the police...

Is this the method used by the Phantom Thieves of Hearts to make criminals kneel down and beg for mercy, and confess their past affairs in detail?

His painful and fragile spirit screamed unwillingly in his brain.

Using such despicable means to force a confession, those guys, those guys...!

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Just when Yoji Motobashi was about to throw the thing in his hand away, a slightly teasing voice sounded beside his pillow.

He turned his head sharply and looked towards the source of the sound, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage and hostility.

That was his cell phone on the bedside table.

"Because there will be urgent things for you later."

The speaker played the second half of the sentence, and Motohashi Yoji grabbed the phone and was about to click on the call or something else, to confront the sudden threat, or his own hallucination roaring or something, when he suddenly realized with horror -

He turned off his cell phone before going to bed last night.

Just as his body stiffened and he was holding the phone, not knowing what to do next, a human silhouette suddenly appeared on the black screen of the phone.

With his mind in a mess, Yoji Motobashi thought it was some remote-controlled video or picture, so he frantically pressed the power button several times.

The next second, his phone turned on under his operation.

His cell phone was indeed turned off before.

The shadow on the screen seemed to be placed in front of all the images, directly projected onto Yoji Motobashi's retina, and was still walking forward leisurely.

"Motobashi Yoji, you probably feel that you have become our 'target' and will soon be humiliated and 'changed' under torture, and will bow down and seek refuge from the police you despise the most..."

Having said this, Shadow paused.

"...You think too highly of yourself. Some people are not worthy of repentance."

At this point, the playful, smiling voice completely sank, and a cold temperament emanated from his words.

"I heard that you are a genius in bomb making. Seven years ago, you made a powerful enough plastic bomb by yourself through self-study and cobbling together materials. I am very curious about this. I guess you don't mind having your professional skills tested by professionals?"

Yoji Motobashi, who was staring at the screen of his mobile phone, felt his heart tighten when he heard this. Then, as if the fog in front of his eyes was suddenly cleared, he finally noticed the ground outside the bed in the bedroom.

Some rough electrical tapes and wires were exposed there casually, with his bed as the center, as if drawing a magic circle, combined with pressure plates, photoresistors and other components, to form a circuit that occupies a large area.

At the outermost edge of the circuit, close to the balcony, there was a metal block so large that it made Yoji Motobashi shudder.

No matter how you look at the length, width and height of that thing, it is almost the same as his favorite time bomb.

"This is your favorite design. I appreciate people with personal taste, so I choose to respect your setting. All the materials, including the bomb itself, come from your own inventory. You are very familiar with it. On the contrary, it took us a lot of effort to arrange it. This is fair, right?"

"...You, you fucking..." Yoji Motobashi wanted to curse a few times, but when he saw the wires on the ground, he didn't dare to say the following curse words. He just responded with an angry tone, "You are just colluding with the police by using low-level private torture..."

"You don't really think your skills are better than the police, do you?" The figure on the phone interrupted his complaints in surprise, "My purpose is not to tell you that we are better than you - everyone knows that we are better than you, no proof is needed. I just want to tell you that you can hurt others not because of your level, and you are not a genius to be proud of. You just have no bottom line."

The figure on the phone slowly enlarged, as if getting closer and closer to the "camera".

The sound of the voice also changed with the change of the figure, slowly becoming like a whisper or the low hissing of a snake.

"When you meet an opponent who has no bottom line, how much better can you be than the police you look down upon? I'm very curious. So -"

“I want to play a game.”

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Jinpei Matsuda watched Tang Ze muttering to himself on the phone for a long time. In the end, he almost stuck his whole body to the screen and made a classic super villain speech with a slightly speechless expression.

Although the logic is correct, but the dark whispering looks...

Should we say that Joker likes to play, or should we sigh that he is indeed an underage guy?

"Done." After saying the last words, Tang Ze cut off the communication that Noah helped to establish, stretched, and sat up from the soft pillow.

This is the divination hut in the amusement park. It is designed like an ordinary witch's room, with heavy draperies and blankets, soft pillows and a huge crystal ball in the middle.

Tang Ze was very satisfied with this resting place, so he killed and threw out the witch with oil-painted makeup inside, and then occupied this place to rest for a night.

Although he and Jinpei Matsuda stayed in the hall and did not go out, they were much more energetic than the members of the Phantom Thieves who had been installing bombs outside all night.

"So, the bomb and trigger circuit you asked me to design yesterday were to be used on the prisoner himself?" Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows, threw away the blanket covering him and stood up. "Are you trying to give us some vent? Anyway, thank you."

However, those hurt by this bomber were not just the explosive ordnance disposal team police officer Kenji Hagiwara who was killed by the bomb, but also many more people who were shrouded in the shadow of this unscrupulous threat.

After seeing Yoji Motobashi's inner world, Jinpei Matsuda can understand the Phantom Thieves' actions, but he still doesn't quite support them.

If we let such a dark and dirty guy die just to vent our anger, we will miss out on the comfort that an open and fair trial can bring to the public.

Only when this scum is dragged out of the shadows and into the light, and subjected to scrutiny and judgment, can the harm his wanton behavior has caused to society be truly repaired.

"Are you trying to say that we shouldn't just blow him up?" Tang Ze keenly sensed Matsuda Jinpei's subtext and raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry, I didn't mean to blow him up directly. I just wanted to return the favor with another explosion."

The bomb was not filled with explosives.

It’s not that Tangze doesn’t have it. Thanks to Moriya Teiji, their warehouse is filled with a considerable amount of high-energy explosives. But as Tangze said before, letting this guy die is a bit too easy for him. Tangze still wants to make the best use of it.

"Just like the smoke bombs he made that made the police run around, there are only some ribbons and some small gifts for us inside." Tang Ze smiled, "He likes to make smoke bombs so much, he must be a person with a sense of humor, right? I have asked Noah to send the specific rules of the game. It's 7:30 in the morning now, and he still has 4 and a half hours to actively use his brain to solve the puzzle. Even if he doesn't solve it, it doesn't matter. The bomb may be fake, and I have explained this. As I said, it's fair."

The corners of Jinpei Matsuda's mouth twitched. He wanted to say something, but he held it back.

He guessed why Joker did this.

The criminal would deliberately create confusion and use a vague notice to make the entire Tokyo police work 24 hours a day to investigate. This is simply because even if the police know that the bombs on the railway are most likely fake, they still have to investigate and confirm them one by one.

He had no scruples, but the police were afraid to take the risk.

And now Joker is carefree and tells the criminal bluntly that the bomb might be fake, taking advantage of the same psychology.

Now it is the criminal himself who is facing the bomb threat, so does he dare to take a gamble?

This bomb certainly cannot kill, but it is extremely insulting. Especially after the threat of death fades, the prisoner will definitely go into a complete rampage.

Those who look down upon and play with others with arrogance and who think they are superior to others will only feel doubly humiliated when they are treated with the same arrogance.

"…Anyway, thank you anyway." After smacking his lips, Jinpei Matsuda could only thank him again with mixed feelings.

"You're welcome. Relax, I'll give him enough time to give those who are dissatisfied with him a beating one by one. Let's go, we'd better reach the core location before 12 o'clock."

"Hmm? Didn't you say that you don't need to change your heart?"

"Yeah, but what if he gets pissed off by our bomb at 12 o'clock? We still have to have a sense of crisis."

Matsuda Jinpei, who didn't know whether to believe Tang Ze's lies, said: "..."

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"Red...red...red..."

"Stop reading, it's giving me a headache." Huihara Ai loosened her towel blanket and nudged Conan, who was humming in the early morning, with her elbow. "If there are no clues for the time being, it's better to leave it alone."

"How can I rest in peace..." Pinching his nose, Conan put down the map in his hand and exhaled.

There was no telling where the malicious criminal was lurking, and his active brain could not stop until the man's scheme was solved.

Haibara Ai glanced at Hoshikawa Teru, who was sleeping uneasily in the last row and was also about to be woken up by Conan, and shook her head silently.

Well, it’s not hard to understand. After all, Kudo doesn’t know how close Karasawa and the others are to the case.

The person who died three years ago is now on his way to settle accounts with the criminal. In fact, even if Kudo completely lets go and doesn't care about the case, the Phantom Thieves can still handle this incident well.

But if Kudo was someone who let go so easily, he wouldn't have received such a high degree of recognition from Karasawa.

Thinking of this, Huihara Ai cleared her throat and gave a hint: "As mentioned before, this criminal is like a naughty child who got a bomb as a toy. He didn't deliberately design any tricks. He was just full of malice to hurt others. So he couldn't design a puzzle that was too complicated."