The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"So... this kid didn't go missing, but discovered a secret passage in the castle?"

"Yes. You've lived here for so long, but you didn't notice that something is wrong with the structure here... Don't you get a building blueprint when you buy a house here? Or is it that the actual dimensions are not marked on the building blueprint? I'm afraid you'll have to re-register with the municipal planning department, and the fire protection procedures will be very difficult..."

"Is that the point?!"

Mitsuru Mamiya scratched his already sparse hair and let out a cry almost like he was going to collapse.

"Then what else could be the point?" Tang Ze retracted the bright smile on his face, raised his upper eyelids, and revealed a somewhat cold expression, "The child is back safely, and we have also discovered the truth about your late wife's death, and found the treasure left by your father-in-law. As detectives, we are competent enough."

Mamiya Mitsuru took a deep breath, turned away from the young man's particularly irritating face, and tried hard to suppress his frustrated expression.

Feeling that the other party's reaction might lead to even greater ridicule, Conan reached out and tugged at Tang Ze's sleeve, signaling him to forget it and not bother with such issues.

After all, it's not like he can't understand Mamiya Mitsuru's feelings.

This castle is like a blind box containing cards. Before opening it, it is possible that there are expensive hidden items inside. Even if you know the probability is low, you still have some expectations when holding it in your hand.

Now that the things have been officially unpacked, it is found that the things inside are so worthless. It is really difficult to have expectations for this and to keep a calm mind for someone who has lived in a castle with inconvenient transportation for several years.

When Nishikawa Mutsumi, whose hands were tied with ropes and whose eyes had completely lost their luster and did not move, heard this, she suddenly turned her head and looked straight at Tangze.

She seemed to be suddenly brought back to her senses by the word treasure. The dull expression on her face disappeared and she let out a ferocious and hoarse roar: "So, I did it for this, just for this...!"

"Yes, Nishikawa Mutsumi." Tang Ze directly called out her real name and repeated the disheartening fact, "You just killed fourteen living people for an interesting puzzle left by a romantic old man, for this scenery... Speaking of which, since it is such a large-scale plastic surgery, even if it makes you look uglier, you still have to see a plastic surgeon regularly and spend a lot of money to maintain it..."

"Stop talking, stop talking! Shut up!" Mutsumi Nishikawa interrupted his straightforward description with a sharp voice and started to cry.

After a while, as if she had completely lost the willpower to maintain her sanity once again, Mutsumi Nishikawa fell into a state of near madness, muttering to herself.

"Curse, this is the curse of the tower... Don't come over here, don't come over here, it's not me who killed you, it's not me..."

Pursing his lips, Conan withdrew his gaze from the fake old lady and tugged at Tang Ze's sleeves twice.

"Is this really the result of a change of heart? I feel like the work you did before wasn't like this..."

"Ah, her words probably mean that her desires were in vain, so she completely collapsed." Tang Ze blinked and said nonsense without changing his expression, "Don't worry, she is not completely crazy. At most, she was stimulated by those scenes and her thinking is temporarily confused."

"Hmm, is that so...?" Conan touched his chin, feeling something was wrong. He felt that Nishikawa Mutsumi might have experienced something else after being tormented by the Phantom Thieves for several rounds and completely out of his sight. After thinking for a long time, he seemed unable to find any evidence to prove this point.

After all, although Mutsumi Nishikawa looked a little disheveled, with her clothes and hair torn, she did not appear to have suffered any more damage, and she looked exactly the same as when she left his sight.

Tang Ze glanced at Matsuda Jinpei who was still wearing sunglasses, and then the two of them turned their heads away quietly at the same time.

Tang Ze couldn't see the other person's expression through the sunglasses, but he guessed that the expression under the sunglasses should be as subtle as his own.

How should I put it? Although he really hated people like Mutsumi Nishikawa who disregarded other people's lives for their own selfish desires, his plan did not intend to drive people crazy.

After all, he still had to let Conan reveal the answer to the chessboard puzzle, which was not difficult at all, so that the opponent's heart would be completely broken, right? If he went crazy first, wouldn't the effect be discounted? It would be unsatisfactory.

As for why it turned out like this...it was an accident, all an accident.

No one expected that Hagiwara Kenji's egg was really just about to hatch. Just before they left the impression space here, it suddenly fell from the sky?

"This result is also quite good." Unlike his stepfather's disappointment and collapse, Mamiya Takato seemed very happy. "Not only did we find the real murderer who killed my mother, but we also found the information left by my grandfather..."

As he spoke, he looked at the largest oil painting of the old man of the Mamiya family in the hall with a sincere smile.

The attic behind the oil painting has not been visited by anyone since the old man passed away. It is covered with dust and is dirty everywhere. At first glance, it looks quite shabby.

But this small attic is the secret base that the old naughty boy left for himself. It not only preserves many precious rare books, but also the real floor plan of the castle, as well as all the research and verification materials he has conducted on the castle after living here.

For archaeology, cultural relics are certainly valuable, but physical buildings that can be used to prove many conjectures are even more precious materials and heritage. This castle itself is valuable enough.

"It's good that you think so. In fact, I also think that the secret passage here may be more valuable than the castle itself. These mechanisms are designs and structures that have existed for a long time. They are very interesting. If they are regarded as a tourist attraction, I might be interested in buying a ticket to visit." Miyano Akemi patted the young man on the shoulder and comforted him.

Mamiya Takato gave a bitter smile and said, "As a tourist attraction or something, this is the scene of a major crime that killed more than a dozen people. No one would travel thousands of miles to see a place like this."

"That may not be the case." Feeling that he had a say, Asai Narimi sighed with mixed feelings.

Tsukikage Island, with the reputation of the famous detective Kogoro Mori as its backing, as well as the legend of Keiji Aso's death and the legendary story of Keiji Aso himself who eventually completed the dramatic "Prince's Revenge" on the island, has attracted not only many tourists, but also many detective enthusiasts who are eager to explore mysterious cases. It seems that they have been developing some kind of theme cultural creation recently...

"Indeed." Shimabukuro Kimie nodded in agreement.

Although the American Island has completely sunk to the ground and has become a tiny dot that has disappeared from the map, the legend of the mermaids' hometown has been superimposed, and the sales of the newly built fishery in this place seem to be more impressive than expected...

Conan understood what they were talking about and wanted to complain, but didn't know where to start: "..."

He held his breath for a while, and finally looked at Haibara Ai, who was pulled aside by Miyano Akemi, stroking her hair and saying something, with an extremely resentful expression.

Since Akemi Miyano has really joined the Phantom Thieves and lives next door to the Doctor's house, it is impossible that Haibara is completely unaware of this.

In the end, he was the only one who was kept in the dark!

While Conan was venting his anger at the Riddler's friend, Tang Ze took a step towards Matsuda Jinpei and squeezed out a sentence from the corner of his mouth: "By the way, is he still not awake?"

"No." Matsuda Jinpei rubbed the back of his neck and answered with a headache, "I specifically asked Miss Shiho, and she said there was nothing wrong. Could it be that he fell on the floor and passed out..."

Tang Ze touched his nose, calculated in his mind the height difference of nearly one meter between the laboratory bench and the RV floor, and was too embarrassed to speak.

Not to mention, it is really possible.

Apart from the relatively peaceful death of Morobushi Kagemitsu, the two police officers who died too spectacularly returned in an equally spectacular way.

Not only were there dramatic sound and light effects, but the kinetic energy of their death might also have been taken into account, as they all appeared directly from mid-air and fell straight down.

It's hard to say whether Jinpei Matsuda woke up so quickly because he was caught on the experimental table...

Recalling the replay of the scene provided by Noah after they hurried back, Tang Ze laughed dryly: "Fortunately, the effect did not have any substantial destructive power. Otherwise, I don't know how to explain the sudden explosion of the RV..."

"It's nothing difficult to explain. After all, it's a vehicle. We can't ignore the possibility of it exploding." Jinpei Matsuda spread his hands with experience.

Some cars may just be driving on the road and suddenly someone may put a bomb underneath them.

Even if there is no bomb in the way, if you are accidentally involved in an accident, there is a chance that you will be hit, set on fire, or crushed...

Tang Ze quickly elbowed him to rebuke those unlucky words: "It took a lot of effort and money to build that car, don't be such a pessimist."

"What does it matter? We can claim compensation from Nishikawa Mutsumi and the Mamiya family later." Matsuda Jinpei said calmly, "It's true that she got on the car and it blew up, right?"

"You'd better order something good from them..." Hearing him say that, even Tang Ze, who has always had a rich moral bottom line, couldn't help but raise his neck.

They come to other people's houses to eat, drink, use water and oil for free, and then when things go wrong they ask for compensation. Even in the world of being cheated, this is a pretty serious level of punishment.

Matsuda Jinpei was about to say something when he suddenly felt the phone in his pocket vibrate, indicating a new message, and his expression immediately changed.

Now, Morobushi Keimitsu is still in the car taking care of Hagiwara Kenji who has not woken up. It is self-evident what the news coming at this time means.

"Go back to the car first." Tang Ze noticed his mood change and tilted his head to indicate the direction of the exit.

Now, in the hall, there were not only other members of the Phantom Thieves, noisy children, but also servants from the Mamiya family who were gathered in layers and enjoying their melons. The coming in and out of one or two people was certainly not a big deal.

"I..." Jinpei Matsuda opened his mouth, felt his palms sweating slightly, and could not help but clench his fists.

At this time of reunion, such hesitation and confusion seemed a little inappropriate, but Tang Ze could understand his emotions very well.

Even though he knew of this possibility soon after waking up, and even though he himself was certain that this miraculous encounter would definitely happen, the moment when this moment arrived, the feeling of mixed anticipation, eagerness, yet implicit fear, was still so tormenting and intense.

Maybe this is what it means to be homesick.

"It's okay here." Tang Ze patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Go ahead, old friend you haven't seen for a long time, you deserve a good welcome."

As if hurt by the words "Long time no see", Matsuda Jinpei clenched his fingers tightly and walked out.

His steps became faster and faster, and by the time he reached the door, he was almost running.

After watching his back disappear in front of the gate, Tang Ze turned back and glanced at the portrait of Mrs. Mamiya with her eyes lowered and a gentle expression.

Masumiya Masuyo, who died tragically in the secret passage, has been found. Her body will be collected by the police so that she can rest in peace.

Soon, a new portrait will be added here.

This sad mother and daughter, although separated by sad desires and greed, and separated by fate and malicious mockery, will eventually have a true reunion.

Just as Tang Ze was gazing deeply at the portrait, the elegant woman with a calm expression in the portrait suddenly raised her eyes and met Tang Ze's eyes.

"This is the meaning of death. Only at this moment, elegance and vulgarity are no longer differentiated, and nobility and meanness are treated equally. Crossing the taboo of life and death, breaking the flow of time, are you really ready, ■■?"

A soft voice, as if whispering in his ear, came, and Tang Ze suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyeballs, as if he saw something so dazzling that it would burn him just by looking at it directly, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, the portrait still had its eyes half-closed, and the voice had disappeared without a trace.

Tang Ze looked around and made sure there were no other abnormalities before he was sure that it was just an "illusion" that only he saw.

What is this, another Riddler hint from that world?

"By the way, about the matter you mentioned earlier." After confirming that the police were on their way, Mamiya Takato saw Tang Ze looking around, not knowing what he was looking for, and patted his forehead as if he remembered something, "I really found the invitation letter sent to my grandfather in the attic."

"What invitation?" Tang Ze took a moment to guess what he was talking about. "Are you talking about the party at the Dusk Hall forty years ago?"

"Yes, I found it in my grandfather's information." Mamiya Takato nodded, "You are indeed correct. The host of the banquet invited many experts in this field, saying that the castle called the Mansion of Dusk hides some secrets that may be treasures. Because my grandfather is a historian who studies this field, he was also invited."

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows in surprise, not expecting that he could still call back after such a long time.

He really just said it casually at the time, wanting to provoke Nishikawa Mutsumi, but he didn't expect that the deceased old man of the Mamiya family would almost become a sacrificial victim...

"But your grandfather refused?"

"No, my grandfather actually wanted to agree. As you can see, he had no resistance to these castles full of secrets." Mamiya Takato spread his hands, "My mother heard that my grandfather would be away from home for a long time and strongly opposed it. In addition, she happened to be unwell at the time and suffered from acute pneumonia. In order to take care of her health, my grandfather finally declined the invitation."

Tang Ze raised his head again and looked at the quiet oil painting which was no longer moving.

"I found this in the letter. Since you came all the way to our house just because of Detective Akechi's casual mention, I thought you might be interested in this."

Takato Mamiya took out a yellowed and torn piece of paper and handed it over carefully.

Tang Ze took it and saw that it was an old photo of a castle. He thought that the castle surrounded by mountains in the photo should be the Dusk House.

"…I am indeed somewhat interested. Can you show me the letter your grandfather received?"