The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Conan! Conan where are you!"

"Stop hiding, come out!"

The sound of the dripping rain carried the children's loud calls far away. The gardener following them took a breath and stopped.

"It's definitely not in the yard. I'm the one taking care of this place. There's no place for anyone to hide."

"We have also mobilized our servants to search the castle." Mamiya Takato stood in front of the gate, looked at the few people walking back while wiping their wet hair, and gave a disappointing answer.

He observed the quiet RV with a hidden gaze for a while, thought for a moment, and then looked away.

Just now, other children and the two young men had gone back to the RV to check. If the missing child was there, there was no reason why they would not be found.

"Could it be possible that he really ran into the tower?" Dr. Agasa frowned as he looked at the dilapidated old building on top of the tower. "It shouldn't be possible..."

"No, I just checked the door, and the lock of the entrance is not opened." Mamiya Mitsuru shook his head and answered confidently, "We have strictly checked it after the incident. It is impossible for anyone to enter."

Dr. Agasa sighed deeply.

Well, although Shinichi may relax his attention on the surrounding environment because he is too focused on reasoning or immersed in puzzles, if he acts on his own, he is not a real child and there is no way he would run to a dangerous place on his own.

Really, Shinichi, if you have something to do alone, at least tell me...

"Then the only place left is the forest." The gardener touched his neck and suddenly looked at Tang Ze who was standing silently under the eaves, looking at the rain curtain without saying a word. "By the way, where are those people from your club? I don't think I saw them just now. Did something happen to them?"

He said this rather tactfully, but his tone and expression still conveyed his thoughts accurately.

Tang Ze, who was half Kyoto, naturally got his unspoken meaning and couldn't help laughing: "Are you thinking that maybe they took Conan away? No, Conan is my neighbor, and my friends are naturally his friends. Even if they really wanted to attack a child, wouldn't it be easier to wait until they return to the city? Would they come to the wilderness specifically to kidnap an elementary school student?"

What he said was a bit irritating, and the gardener was choked by him, but seeing that Professor Agasa and others who came with the children did not say anything, he could only curl his lips and let it go for the time being.

Seeing that he had stopped talking, Tang Ze withdrew his gaze, seemingly continuing to watch the increasingly heavy rain, but in fact he focused his attention on the unfolding team interface.

His map is not yet able to directly cross space and see the state of the cognitive world from a distance, but Tang Ze can still observe his teammates and the poor coop who is running between them.

Noticing that the burning status behind their names disappeared, Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and made a gesture to Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who received the signal, nodded in understanding, quietly took two steps back, and blended into the team of servants.

In order to find someone, the castle is in chaos. Naturally, no one would pay attention to where an old lady with limited mobility had gone for a while.

Someone has to keep an eye on where she goes to avoid any unnecessary casualties.

After all, even if Mutsumi Nishikawa had not wasted four years of her life in a wheelchair, she would have been just an ordinary woman with average physical strength. It would have been no problem for her to attack a child or an old man like Dr. Agasa, but it would have been a bit too self-important for her to want to subdue an adult male.

Only after Zhu Fu Jingguang's unnoticed figure disappeared in the direction of the side door did Tang Ze speak again, interrupting the chaotic discussions of the crowd.

"Otherwise, let's call the police." He said lightly, "If the child really runs into the forest, it will be impossible for us to find him in time with just our manpower. Besides..."

He looked meaningfully at the gardener who had just made the mistake.

"Just as you guessed, Conan is the smartest kid I've ever met. If he was really trapped, he would have found a way to send a signal. So many hours have passed, and since he still hasn't sent any news, I can only suspect that this kid was attacked by someone.

"Hey!" Katsuo Tabata glared back unhappily, "What's that look in your eyes? Are you saying we attacked him? That's ridiculous. We haven't even questioned you suspicious outsiders yet, and you're the first to complain!"

"If you don't feel guilty, then call the police first." Tang Ze raised his chin with some provocation.

"Call the police if you want. It's unreasonable to accuse others of holding a child hostage..." Katsuo Tabata reached for his pocket unconvinced, as if he was going to take out his cell phone to call the police.

Before he could take the next step, Mamiya Mitsuru, who was originally standing on the steps, suddenly rushed into the rain in two steps and slapped Katsuo Tabata's hand as it was about to dial.

"No, you can't call the police! At least not now!" Mamiya Mitsuru shouted to stop them.

Everyone in the audience looked at him, with some expressing disbelief, some being confused, and some even questioning.

Mamiya Mitsuru gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "I commissioned those young people to investigate the treasure, and there has been progress. They said that this matter may be related to the fire four years ago. If we call the police today..."

If we call the police today, this unknown treasure could become evidence in a murder case at any time, as it involves a fire that happened four years ago and more than a dozen lives lost.

In order to keep this secret, he followed his wife back from abroad, and even lived in the place where his wife died for four years...

Although he said that he did not come for the property, Mamiya Mitsuru's desire for the treasure always existed. Now that things were making progress and everything was on the verge of success, he would be absolutely reluctant to give up at this time.

The crowd was silent for a moment.

“Father, how could you…” Takato Mamiya looked over with shocked and disappointed eyes.

"It's just one day, give those people some more time! There will be no problem..." Mamiya Mitsuru avoided the gaze of his stepson and repeated anxiously.

"You know this may be related to mom's case, but you still...!"

The servants exchanged glances with each other, a subtle emotion flowing in their eyes.

Although no one else spoke, everything was implied in this subtle atmosphere.

A familiar feeling of distortion came over him, and Tang Ze raised his eyelids having achieved his goal.

In this endless rain and fog, the invisible world is getting closer and closer to reality in silent whispers.

"Hiss, this is..."

Conan was suddenly slapped by Shimabukuro Kimie and pushed into a glowing door. He was confused for a moment before realizing that he had really entered a pitch-black darkness instead of being dizzy in another cross-area teleportation.

There is no way. According to Joker, the world in the painting is not a coherent world. It is a series of small rooms composed of different oil paintings connected to each other. Crossing the edge again and again is inevitable to experience the pressure of crossing the world again.

He had already drunk countless amounts of the strange reagents given to him by the Phantom Thieves that night. He really didn't know how much stock these guys had prepared...

“This is where you want to be from the beginning.”

Suddenly a voice was heard, Conan turned his head greatly, and saw several vague figures moving in the darkness, pairs of golden eyes staring at him, making him feel a chill down his spine.

"You are all here..." Conan's mouth twitched. He wanted to take two steps back to avoid the overly oppressive gazes of these people. As he moved, he felt as if he stepped on something.

A stick-shaped, hard, smooth object...

Conan had a bad feeling in his heart, turned around, turned on the flashlight on his watch, and looked in the direction of his feet.

A scattered, long-turned skeleton sat quietly in the corner, with the black eye sockets on the skull facing him.

"It's bones..." Conan frowned and retracted his foot that was stepping on someone's leg bone. "Are these the bones of the victims of the fire in the castle? No, since the police have come to investigate and have given a preliminary conclusion, it is impossible that they would not even collect the bodies... So since this is a secret passage in the castle, it is possible that someone accidentally broke in and starved to death inside... No, judging from the dust accumulated on the ground here, this secret passage was used by someone..."

Almost at the moment of touching the corpse, Conan's brain entered into reasoning mode. He muttered to himself, adjusted the light of the flashlight, squatted down and carefully observed the unknown corpse, trying to find more evidence to prove the other party's identity and find out the cause of death.

"…What's wrong with this kid?" The corners of Matsuda Jinpei's mouth twitched for a while after he spoke at the beginning. "He was startled when he saw us, but he suddenly calmed down when he saw the corpse. It was as if he was relieved to see the dead."

"It's reasonable for him to be scared by us." Miyano Akemi reminded gently, "There are no ghosts in this world. Compared with the dead, we are much less scientific."

Matsuda Jinpei opened his mouth to refute, but after thinking about it, he felt that his existence was indeed more frightening than ghosts or dead people, so he swallowed the rest of the complaint back.

"That's what detectives do. It's normal." Asai Narimi spread his hands in a nonchalant manner. "One second someone fell to their death in front of you, and they just stopped breathing. The next second you can approach them and check them calmly."

"With this mentality, why don't they become criminal police?" Matsuda Jinpei patted his forehead, "They are just a bunch of high school students. I remember that some newcomers in my class went on police duty several times. When they saw the crime scene, they vomited and drowned in their own vomit..."

"There's nothing we can do about it. You used to be in the explosive ordnance disposal team. You got to see scenes of death. Even ordinary police officers wouldn't be able to hold their breath in such scenes, right?" Asai Narimi described it objectively in a straightforward tone.

"That's why we particularly need guys with strong psychological qualities." Matsuda Jinpei pointed at Conan, who was not listening to their whispered conversation at all and was concentrating on studying the skeleton.

"Is there a possibility that the quality of the police is indeed not high enough, so they choose to be detectives?" Asai Narumi said very pertinently.

Feeling like he was being scolded, Jinpei Matsuda widened his eyes behind his sunglasses and said, "Hey, hey, what do you mean..."

"Shh!"

In the shadows, Xingchuan Hui hushed them to keep quiet, and several people immediately quieted down.

Originally they were surrounding Conan and quietly watching him investigate and collect evidence, just like adults watching a child doing homework. With this prompt, everyone took a step back tacitly, and with the help of Hoshikawa Teru, their figures completely disappeared into the vast darkness.

Conan turned on the flashlight and observed the corpse on the ground for a while before he realized that the surroundings were too quiet. He couldn't help but turn around to see why these thieves suddenly became silent.

The light source formed by the watch dial formed a bright white beam in the dusty secret passage. As he turned around, it passed across the face of the person behind him, which was completely hidden in the darkness.

A face with loose skin, dense wrinkles, and facial features almost all drooping on the head, looked like a demon under the light from bottom to top, and was extremely terrifying.

The evil ghost was walking quietly in the darkness, holding a brick high in both hands and smashing it towards his head.

Conan was startled, and before he could react to the sudden attack, he felt something hooking his shoulder and back, and he was pulled back a bit, avoiding the powerful blow that was obviously not held back at all.

Hoshikawa Teru pulled Conan, who was still in a daze, into a corner and turned off the flashlight on his watch.

The dark room in the secret passage returned to darkness again, and there was no sound except for the surprised and doubtful gasps from Mutsumi Nishikawa.

Mutsumi Nishikawa looked around in confusion, trying to find the child who had suddenly lost his shadow.

Ever since she heard the brown-haired boy swear in the morning that this kid was incredibly smart, she began to worry that this guy might have really sneaked into the secret passage. So, while everyone was out looking for someone, she quickly found an opportunity to enter the secret passage and began searching.

Sure enough, not long after walking, she saw a light source flickering in the passage ahead.

Found it. Nishikawa Mutsumi sneered in his heart.

Unlike the little boy who got lost here, she had been wandering back and forth in this complex secret passage for four years in order to find the treasure. Even without any lighting, she could move freely.

The light sources that intruders use to illuminate the unknown darkness and facilitate their advancement will instead become a sign that exposes them, making them easy prey for her to hunt by taking advantage of the terrain.

Two years ago, the fool who overestimated his own capabilities and wanted to explore the secret passage was killed by her in this way, and the same will happen to the outsider this time.

Mutsumi Nishikawa looked around the room and felt that the little boy should not have left, but might be trying his best to hide in a corner to avoid being touched by her.

So she reached out her hand to feel towards the wall, making eerie threats in the darkness.

"Little boy, don't hide. You must be scared. Come, let grandma take you out..."

"I'm going to fuck your grandma's legs!"

What……!

Suddenly, a series of unfamiliar syllables were heard from behind. Mutsumi Nishikawa widened her eyes, trying to see who was behind her, when a huge force attacked her from behind.

She was kicked directly in the back and staggered, falling towards the wall in front of her.

Mutsumi Nishikawa was a little shocked, but she just tried to adjust her balance without being too scared.

This is also the entrance and exit of a secret passage. After falling into this hidden door, it is easier for her to change her position in time and fight back against the attacker who came out from nowhere.

She lunged forward, accurately pressed the switch on the wall, and fell inward.

The next second, a horrible high fever licked up at her, and her vision suddenly brightened.

Mutsumi Nishikawa fell onto the soft red carpet, raised her head, and looked at the scene in front of her in horror.

The fiercely burning flames ignited the curtains and the exquisite wooden furniture. The curled up human figure on the bed had lost its movement. A charred mass of something was burning quietly in the firelight, emitting a disgusting smell.

So strange, yet so familiar.

Mutsumi Nishikawa covered her mouth tightly in disbelief.

This, this is...!