The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"The ski resort in Gunma Prefecture is where you first met. Oh, that is indeed possible..."

As the car was driving on the road, Mouri Kogoro glanced at the restless man in the passenger seat with his peripheral vision, nodded, and said nothing.

Because of the conversation that took place in the office, the nature of this trip has subtly changed.

They went to the ski resort not to find Mitsumi Atsushi's missing girlfriend, but to verify whether Goro Akechi's guess was true or false, or in other words, to prove Mitsumi Atsushi's innocence.

Regarding this, Mouri Kogoro is not very confident.

"Did you meet in this mountain next to the ski resort?" Looking at the trees on both sides of the road, Mouri Kogoro raised his eyebrows strangely, "Well, that's quite a fate."

If we meet in a ski resort, then this encounter is a bit romantic. If we meet in such a deep mountain, this, just...

"Yes, yes... Oh, I'm sorry, it's a bit cold." Mito Atsushi had been rubbing his hands nervously. When he found that Mouri Kogoro noticed his movements, he immediately looked like he was lost in memories and began to describe his relationship with him. When the girlfriend met, "That day was also a snowy day like today. She came to the ski resort to ski with three of her friends."

"Then, accidentally ran into the mountains here?"

"Ah, it was to take a shortcut. They were at the top of the snow slope. One of them was feeling unwell and did not dare to slide to the bottom of the slope, so they wanted to pass from here and go directly back to where they lived. As a result, they rented a My car suddenly stalled due to heavy snow. My car happened to be passing there..."

"A hero saves a beauty? That sounds good." Mouri Kogoro nodded lightly, without further commenting on the story he described.

If he hadn't come to the office to look for someone, he and his girlfriend would have been a very normal couple.

But after Akechi's almost provocative reasoning, this story becomes gloomy.

Thinking this, Mouri Kogoro raised his head and glanced at the people in the back row in the rearview mirror.

Perhaps because of the quarrel that just happened in the office, Akechi Goro did not sit forward with a wink, and sat in the last row of the SUV, next to Hondo Eiyu who insisted on squeezing in together.

The mountains and forests outside were completely white due to heavy snow, and the warm air inside the car condensed into a mist on the windows. Looking out of the windows, almost nothing could be seen.

Tang Ze withdrew his gaze from the window, looked in the direction of Hondo Yingyou, and smiled gently at his gaze: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me? You seem to have been staring at me."

"No, no, no..." Hondo Eiyu shook his head quickly, "I just don't agree. It's amazing to see two famous detectives at once within two days of arriving in Tokyo. Although I am a fan of Mr. Mori, But there are also people watching the show you participated in. I think it is really amazing and I admire you that there is such a powerful detective among your peers..."

"So, you are a detective enthusiast." Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled, and pointed to the mobile phone he had been holding in his hand: "Do you need to take a group photo?"

"Ah, is that okay? Isn't it too much trouble for you?"

"Of course. Maybe it's because I often appear on TV. People who recognize me always ask for it, and I'm used to it."

"Okay, okay..."

Tangze took his phone with a smile, looked at the camera, took the initiative to raise his hand, put his arm around his shoulders, looked at his friendly smile on the screen, and pressed the shutter.

"The photos are very good." Tang Ze looked at the photos and proactively suggested, "Would you mind sending a copy to the social platform? I think you can use my account to forward it."

As Goro Akechi, he is very professional in business. In addition to some daily content on his social account, he also posts interactions with fans from time to time. Sometimes he also posts photos with clients and other detectives. It is used to emphasize that one is not actually an artist.

Hondo Eyou, who was still observing him, would not refuse. While watching Karasawa skillfully playing with the account and typing in the content, he asked in a low voice: "I see that you often participate in Japanese TV programs."

"Yes. I have a long-term contract with Rimai, and the cooperation is quite pleasant." Tang Ze processed the photos and clicked send, watching the loading progress bar.

"Wouldn't it be possible to meet a lot of famous people? It would be great..." Hondo Yingyou nodded, as if he was truly expressing emotion.

"Indeed, sometimes variety shows will invite some popular artists to be guests to increase the attraction and increase ratings. For example, Miss Okino Yoko, she also has a long-term MC job in Japanese TV series, and she meets someone almost every week Twice." After sending the content, Karasawa handed his phone back and suddenly said, "Speaking of which, you look a bit like that famous host, Miss Rena Minami. I happened to be there a few days ago. I even participated in the show she hosted.”

"Oh, I know, it's that program that unites multiple detectives to expose unjust and false cases, right? It's very exciting..." Bentang Yingyou smiled and pointed at his face, "It is true that people often say that. But, I He is the only son in the family."

"That's it... um..."

Tangze nodded, took out his mobile phone, found the account of Hondo Yingyu, and forwarded his photo.

One kilometer away, Mizuna Reina, who was restless, suddenly heard a notification tone from her cell phone and quickly lowered her head.

The new message notification came from her SNS.

This was a small account she registered specifically to keep track of topics she needed, and since Kumail was such a famous star detective, she naturally couldn't miss the opportunity to keep track of his movements.

...After following him, she regretted it a little bit. He was so noisy, and in many cases, like now, he could still scare people out of the blue.

To be honest, didn't Gin and the others say that Kumail's schedule was busy now? Why did Kumail, who was so busy, still have time to post several updates on SNS every day and interact with fans? Should he be praised for his dedication?

Her desire to complain completely disappeared when she saw the photo. In almost an instant, her tightened fingers almost deformed the phone.

Kumail didn't send anything new this time, but just forwarded a photo from an account.

In the photo, Hondou Eisuke, wearing big round glasses, was head to head with him and smiled at the camera.

Kumel's hands, which had touched countless guns, gently rested on Hondou Eisuke's shoulders, his fingertips almost pressed against his carotid artery, and the gentle smile on his face was strange and unusual in Mizunashi Reina's eyes.

After looking at the text he sent, Mizunashi Reina's expression became more and more tense.

[I met a friend who looks very much like Miss Mizunashi. It's true that they are a bit similar, right? ]

Kumel... Is this a warning or a test...

After completing the scary indicators, Tang Ze sat up straight, looked at the snow scene outside the window again, and silently evaluated in his heart.

Mizunashi Reina's situation is different from Akai Shuichi. Compared with Akai Shuichi, whose driving force for being an undercover agent is to find his family, she has been trying to survive in the organization until today as a disconnected undercover agent. The driving force is completely opposite to him, because of the death of his family.

So, when her loved ones are about to face threats, which direction will she choose?

Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled expectantly.

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"That's my car!"

After driving hard in the snowy woods for nearly half an hour, Sankaku Atsushi suddenly pointed at the tree in front and shouted loudly.

"Well, it's really here... So, you don't have to entrust a detective. No detective can understand you better than your lover..."

Mouri Kogoro said this, but he opened the child lock on the passenger side without hesitation, so that Sankaku Atsushi would not jump out of the car under the pretext of emotional excitement.

Although he did not explicitly express his support for Akechi Goro's judgment, he had been a criminal policeman for many years and had his own judgment criteria for whether a person committed a crime or not.

Now Sankaku Atsushi is nominally his client, but in fact he is half a suspect. Naturally, he has to take the responsibility of guarding him, so as not to increase the difficulty of subsequent investigations.

To put it simply, he is afraid that he will run away.

"I, I was just in a hurry..." Perhaps he remembered what Akechi Goro said, Sankaku Atsushi's face froze, and he hurriedly added, "After all, the document is important, and she is also important..."

While saying this, his hands still clenched involuntarily.

This is the most important part of his plan, and success or failure depends on this.

He looked at Akechi Goro who was talking and laughing with several students in the back row with some fear. Almost at the moment when Maori Kogoro stopped the car and unlocked the door, Sankaku Atsushi immediately jumped into the soft snow and staggered forward.

Maori Ran and Conan, who opened the door, looked at his back with scrutiny.

Regardless of the possible suspicion on him, he really looked like an anxious partner, but with Akechi's words, this posture was like an anxious murderer...

"Anshi, Anshi!" He rushed to the car window buried in the snow and pounded it a few times.

The thick layer of snow fell down, and the scene inside the car fell into his eyes.

A short-haired woman sat in the driver's seat with her head tilted. From her posture, she was completely unconscious.

Conan, who came over quickly, noticed the strangeness of the scene at a glance.

Without the cover of the snow, the woman's drooping face had a strange pink color, which seemed to be particularly ruddy, but with a bluish-white luster.

Even stranger than that was the glass on both sides.

The broken ends of large and small tapes were densely pasted on the edges of the glass.

On the passenger seat, there was an extinguished charcoal basin, with only a few pieces of residual ashes left in the coal...

There was almost no need to take a second look. This scene was the most standard charcoal suicide.

Maori Kogoro's eyebrows stood up in an instant.

Sankaku was still slapping the glass and calling the woman's name, but when he tried to take the key out of his pocket to open the car door, he was immediately stopped by two arms on the left and right.

"She's dead, Mr. Sankaku." Tang Ze spoke first, and gave a straightforward conclusion, "Please accept my condolences."

Although he was announcing the result to the victim's family, his expression didn't seem to mean that at all. His eyes were sharp and cold, as if he was telling him bluntly, "No need to be so hypocritical."

His attitude was sharp enough, and the sharp Sankaku Atsushi's steps stopped, but Maori Kogoro, who always seemed to have little nerve in this regard, had an expression that was even more severe than his.

"Don't destroy the scene." Maori Kogoro's eyes were bright and angry, and a faint flame-like emotion spread in his pupils, "Don't get close to the vehicle. Mr. Sankaku Atsushi, you are the last person who saw her alive. It is indeed a bit offensive to say this, but... now, you are the most suspicious person."

"I, I..." He never expected that the first step to arrive at the scene was to be rejected by two detectives one after another. In the cold snow, Sankaku Atsushi felt that he was sweating all over in an instant.

He turned his head and looked at the scene that he had carefully arranged and disguised. He only needed to rush in to save people to achieve his goal, and he wailed almost in grief and anger.

"What do you mean?! Impossible, you are lying, Anshi is not dead yet, she is not dead yet! She can still be saved..."

Seeing that he seemed to want to take the opportunity to get close, Tang Ze stretched out his hand and pinched his shoulder directly.

The iron-like hand grabbed his shoulder with a slap, and Sankaku Atsushi was unable to move. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't get out.

"Give me the key." Maori Kogoro took the car key that he had tightly grasped from his hand and tried it from the passenger side first.

The key opened the lock without any hindrance, but the tape behind it seemed to be very tightly attached, and he couldn't pull it open even with great effort.

"Xiaolan, you try it."

Maori Ran, who had been staring blankly for a while, came back to her senses and hurried forward to help.

After another effort, the car door still did not move.

"It should be because of the air pressure." Conan held the edge of the car window and looked inside, guessing, "The tape is too tight and the seal is too good, it will be difficult to open it for a while..."

As he spoke, his brows couldn't help but twist.

This means that it is difficult to open the door directly. It is almost impossible to open the door without causing any damage to the scene.

"Try from the other side." Tang Ze, who had been holding the triangular buttock, suddenly spoke like a prison guard.

Maori Kogoro frowned, and soon realized what he meant. He glanced at the triangular buttock and turned to the driver's seat.

For the purpose of rescue, the person who opens the door will instinctively avoid the side where the victim is. It must be said that Sankaku Atsushi's idea is feasible to a certain extent.

This time, the door was still pressed very tightly, but after Mao Lilan came up to help, it opened almost immediately.

The woman's stiff body slid down, and Mao Li Kogoro quickly supported it and slowly put it back to its original position.

"Your plan didn't work, Mr. Sankaku." Tang Ze patted the almost limp man under his hand with sympathy, and pressed him deeper into the snow.