The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"... Kumail?"

Compared to the other names, Kumail is a less common wine name, so when Reiko Shimizu repeated it, there was only a confused expression on her face as if she had read unfamiliar syllables.

"Ah, yes." Tang Ze nodded persuadingly, "You can think of it as a kind of...code name."

Reiko Shimizu clutched her wrist tightly, staring with wide eyes at Karasawa who was standing in front of her with a completely different expression, and another gunman who appeared out of nowhere and covered his face with a mask. She wanted to say something, but bit her lower lip.

Tang Ze glanced at Xingchuan Hui who was silently holding the gun, and grinned: "Why, are you surprised that I have a 'helper'? You don't really think you can control me easily? You are always within the range."

Tang Ze said that he was kidnapped by them, but everyone knew that the situation was created intentionally by Tang Ze. Tang Ze's power was simply not something that a startup criminal gang like Soichiro Miyama could control.

But just in case - mainly referring to the situation of accidentally falling rather than accidentally encountering danger - Xingchuan Teru almost followed behind Tang Ze all day today.

Rather than a minor issue like protecting safety, the reason for allocating the team this way was of course the fact that Goro Akechi's suit used the Hoshikawa appearance, but to the uninformed ears of Reiko Shimizu and others, it had a different meaning.

"'Code name' means that you, you also have another background..." Shimizu Reiko clutched the wound on her wrist and could only come to this conclusion.

An unknown person does not need a code name, let alone a person who does not need to hide his identity.

Although she had never heard of this so-called code name, people's habit in social situations is to listen to the tone more than the content, and it is also easier to misjudge the words due to the environment and the other party's identity.

If Ito Suehiko had pretended to say this, Shimizu Reiko would have only sneered, but when Karasawa stood in the red light of the screen, with an incongruous smile on his face and said this in a very accented tone, she would only reflect on whether she was short-sighted.

"Ah, that's about right. It's just a little different from your game of pretending." Tang Ze waved his hand and said lightly, "I was very curious at first. Did you really see something when you chose me and tried to control my actions, or was it just a coincidence? So I played with you for a while... Now it seems that I thought too much."

This statement was made purely out of a desire to show off, to create a mysterious image for oneself, and to forcefully put the blame on someone else.

After all, Tang Ze knew that there was bait over there, but he still insisted on taking the bait and delivered himself to the bait.

But as I said, people are more likely to listen to the tone of voice in social situations. When Tang Ze said this so firmly and confidently, Shimizu Reiko could only feel a sense of panic, wondering if she had really offended the big boss without knowing it.

"I, I don't know. I'm sorry. I just..." Shimizu Reiko looked at the pistol in Tang Ze's hand, which was still tightly grasped through the handkerchief, and the pistol in the hand of the silent Xingchuan Teru behind him. She was clearly aware of the disparity in fighting power and quickly gave in. "I don't know your identity. If, if I really did something offensive..."

"That's not the case. Thank you for the entertainment you provided me." Tang Ze shook his head and interrupted her stuttering. "Whether it's the farce between you two or your arrogant and respectful attitude, it's very interesting. Thank you for the hospitality."

After being belittled by him with honorific but contemptuous words, Shimizu Reiko's words were stuck on the tip of her tongue. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should say it or not, and could only stare at him blankly.

"I'm not interested in you either." Tang Ze bent down and approached Shimizu Reiko's sweaty face. The golden light in his eyes became brighter. "I just want to ask a question... Who did you sell the stolen things from the mountains, especially the jewelry, to?"

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"There is no wisdom without sacrifice."

Blood flowed down the edge of his face, hit the carpeted floor, and disappeared silently.

"Without thorough understanding, there is no clear resolution."

Seeing the throne slowly spinning like sharp spikes piercing through the ground, he did not step back but stepped forward instead.

Some brief images flashed before his eyes, and were soon covered by the azure flames.

His short young life had once ended in an explosion of destruction, and now, this unforeseen disaster had befallen the people and things he wished to protect...

It's like a test of fate, but also like a joke of fate.

but……

"Only those who can foresee the dusk of destruction and still pick up the sword... can become fearless warriors."

The hoarse voice overlapped with his low muttering, and the black mask seemed to grow out of his skin as the blood dripped down, and then was torn apart again, being peeled off inch by inch.

"I am you, and you are me..."

"Mount your warhorse and embark on the journey to fight against fate again. I am—"

"Odin!"

Matsuda Jinpei, who was nearly blown over by the violent gust of air, protected his face with his arms, barely raised his head and looked forward, only to see a rather large black shadow.

That's not Kenji Hagiwara, or rather, it's not just Kenji Hagiwara...

"Wow..." Shimabukuro Kimie leaned over and looked over there while holding onto Miyano Akemi's shoulders. She whispered, "Joker said before that some people's masks will not be in normal human form once they awaken, and asked me to relax. I thought he was just talking nonsense..."

"A driver who can drive a high-speed roller coaster that is as difficult to control as a scooter for three or four hours..." Asai Shigemi said honestly as he watched the figure slowly emerge as the smoke and dust dissipated, "His mask is just a motorcycle. It didn't turn into a Lamborghini supercar. He was restrained enough."

Yes, Kenji Hagiwara, who had revealed his figure, was now riding on a motorcycle that looked quite ferocious.

His thief suit, perhaps a fusion of elements from a rider's suit, maintains a state between leather and armor. The heavy jacket and gloves make him look fully armed, and combined with the pilot goggles that cover half of his face, he has a rather cold and hard aura.

The motorcycle he was riding was constantly emitting flames of a mixture of dark blue and dark purple. It had an extremely exaggerated giant exhaust pipe and was full of thorns and vines.

The most eye-catching thing is the fluttering red cape fixed on his shoulders, which almost instantly adds a touch of free and easy flavor to this punk look, which is very consistent with the concept of a knight.

He turned his head, looked at Jinpei Matsuda through his goggles, and turned the handlebars of the motorcycle.

The next second, this exaggeratedly shaped motorcycle rushed out through the crack in the control room that was punctured by the throne, and under the shocked gazes of others, it rushed straight onto the roller coaster track outside.

"Hey, Hagi--" Matsuda Jinpei's shout was completely behind the speed of the motorcycle. He could only stretch out his hand and wave twice in vain, "Why are you running so fast--!"

Just wake up. This isn't the first time you've seen this kind of scene. You've shown off your coolness, that's enough. What does it mean to just rush out and start a war?

More importantly, Tang Ze and Xingchuan Hui are not here, how can they follow? !

"Fuck, where did the punisher come from?"

Before he could finish his emotion, a familiar, clear voice suddenly appeared.

That was Tang Ze, who had already shown off his great power and, after having a great time, rushed into the hall with Xingchuan and ran away.

As his eyes followed the authentic Ghost Fire motorcycle that passed by like a meteor, several hands had already climbed up with familiarity.

——Or to be more precise, grabbed his scarf.

"Joker! Shade! Hurry up, catch up, he's going too fast and I can't catch up with him if I try!"

"This doesn't sound good..."

"Do we still need to guess? Just think about what Ito Suehiko is doing now. He's going to explode!"

"Hiss, so I'm just here to be the tool for the hook..."

"You're still in the mood to complain? Hurry up! If you don't grab it, you're really going to fall!"

"Ah - even if it's a motorcycle, this is... Mr. Knight! Slow down, you're going faster than the roller coaster next to you! Ah, my skirt -"

When things were in chaos over there, things weren't much better over here.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Hurry up, Akechi just now--" Conan pressed the remote control and suddenly opened the door again, and the rest of his lines were stuck.

In the secret room that was once bustling with activity due to a fierce gunfight, the only people left now were Reiko Shimizu, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and Suehiko Ito, who was sitting with his back to them and his head down, surrounded by monitors.

Conan first confirmed that Goro Akechi was missing, and his attention almost immediately shifted to the remaining two guys, who were strictly speaking the perpetrators. He didn't care about Hattori Heiji who was quickly chasing after him, and rushed in to check the vital signs of the two men.

Goro Akechi is not an ordinary high school detective. Conan, who has witnessed how he chats and laughs with Gin, knows this better than anyone else.

The other detectives would close the door at this time most likely to protect the people leaving and prevent the murderer from chasing them, but him...

It's more like closing the door to avoid being caught in the act of murder.

Fortunately, there seemed to be nothing abnormal with Shimizu Reiko except that she was sweating a little more, and Ito Suehiko was completely unharmed. If you look closely, you can see that his eyes behind his sunglasses are still open. It is not known whether he was scared or just giving up.

After making sure that the two bastards who had implicated so many normal people and turned the outside world upside down were fine, Conan pushed Ito Suehiko's heavy wheelchair a little bit and moved closer to Ito Suehiko's keyboard.

This person activated an explosive device somewhere in his hysteria. We have to find it...

"Why is there only an option to cancel the ID card... Where is the surveillance footage just now? I can't find it..."

"Let me take a look... Tsk, he uses Braille. Although I can recognize it if I touch it carefully, damn, this will probably waste a lot of time."

"Can I call the backend to check its operation records? Hiss, I can't find it? What kind of programmer would not set up an interface for calling records for the backend operating system?!"

"…a blind programmer?"

"..."

While the two detectives were frantically trying to figure out the troublesome computer, Kogoro Mouri had already plunged into the crowded crowd at Fantasy Park.

It is almost closing time for the amusement park, and according to the convention of each theme park, now should be the climax of the celebration, and it is time to hold activities such as the "float parade".

So even though it was already past 8 o'clock, the Fantasy Park was still crowded with people, and the flow of people was even greater than in the afternoon. No matter how hard Kogoro Mouri tried, his movements were still very slow in trying to find familiar faces through the crowd.

"Officer Yokomizo and other people from Kanagawa Prefecture... Damn it..." Kogoro Mori widened his eyes and tried to search the crowd.

He was still working hard to complete the search when a sharp, very familiar child's voice penetrated the noisy and chaotic voices and reached Kogoro Mori's ears.

"Catch him, don't let him escape!"

"I finally caught him. It's that guy. He stole other people's belongings. He's a thief! Everyone, be careful!"

"Eh?!"

"W-what..."

There was a commotion among the crowd around. Almost everyone who heard the warning from behind couldn't help but step back, trying to stay away from the people chasing them. As a result, Kogoro Mouri, who had been trying to squeeze forward, was suddenly left where he was and stood out in an instant.

He turned his head, but before he could see who was running towards him, he saw that the other person was close enough to threaten his personal safety. Almost immediately and reflexively, he grabbed the other person's arm, exerted force with his waist, and threw him over his shoulder.

"Ah! A fight has started!"

“Get out of the way!”

The panting Mao Lilan stretched out her hand but it was too late to stop it. She could only watch as the man, who had a very arrogant expression just now, was smashed to the concrete floor in an instant, grimacing and groaning in pain.

"... Ran." Seeing that his daughter was safe and sound, Kogoro Mouri's expression softened for a moment, but then he thought of his daughter's actions just now, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.

This is indeed catching a thief, right? Isn't it expected that the man should be thrown to the ground? Why did the daughter stop him?

Mao Lilan glanced in the direction where the thief was thrown out, narrowed her eyes with pity, raised her hands in anticipation and covered her ears.

"boom!"

After the dull thud of a person falling to the ground, there was a second, even heavier blow.

The thief was thrown by Kogoro Mori in the direction he was originally running, and fell into the hands of Kyogoku Makoto who was already waiting there at a faster speed. Kyogoku Makoto, who had sharper instincts, knocked him out more reflexively.

"Hiss..." Standing on tiptoe and taking a breath of cool air, Mao Lilan whispered, "I don't think anyone will die..."