Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 1080 Ruby

As the door of the auditorium was closed, the police waiting outside did not dare to act rashly or get close to the tense atmosphere that was about to explode.

As a result, more than half of the ambushing police were locked outside the door, and suddenly only Megure Juzo, Takagi Wataru and a few others were left in the auditorium.

Conan, who was held in someone's arms, didn't care about the gun pointed at his forehead. He just raised his head and looked ahead calmly.

Looking at Christina standing behind the tall figure of Village Tsutomu.

"Put your hands up—" Elenika approached the men step by step, the muzzle of the gun in her hand was very stable, without a single shake, "Pramya, you can't run away!"

"What are you talking about? They are clearly the target—"

"boom!"

Without waiting for Megure Juzo to finish his words, he pointed the gun at the man behind him and fired decisively at the door behind him, interrupting the rest of his words.

"Shut up. Don't move." The man briefly uttered a few words in very stiff Japanese.

Erenica was not at all disturbed by the movement behind her, and her eyes were fixed straight ahead.

When Takagi Shigeru and Sato Miwako, who were standing in front of the newcomer at the beginning, saw that she ignored them, their eyes instinctively turned away and fell on Muranaka Tsutomu's pale face.

Until this moment, Christina's expression was calm.

She took a small step to the side, pulling herself out of Muranaka Nu's shadow, revealing her sad and shocked face, still covered by the veil.

"My dear, are you a criminal...?"

Her face was still pitiful, and the look she gave Muranaka Tsutomu was full of disbelief, as if she were really a victim who was completely unaware and deceived by her lover.

Elenika watched this scene coldly.

She always knew what kind of guy the shadow she was chasing was.

Cruel, cold-blooded, good at disguise, he prepared those deadly drugs day after day for years, destroying and taking the lives of others without a care...

This was a scary guy, and now she realized it even more clearly.

"What are you talking about? Of course not! Why would I threaten myself and ruin my own wedding?!" Muranaka Tsutomu's expression was also hurt, as if he had not expected that he would be questioned by his lover in this way.

Elenica, who was in no mood to listen to their hypocritical words, ordered again: "Don't move! Both the bride and groom!"

It is impossible for my brother to lie about Pramya.

The kid was right. Since the policeman named Tsutomu Muranaka was recovering from an injury when he ran into Christina, who was also in the hospital and had lost her medical card...

She turned her eyes to the slender, frail bride and shouted, "Raise your hands above your head!"

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"……Wow."

Standing in the auditorium they had finally arrived at, Asai Narimi, who had made great achievements in this area, let out a small, emotional sigh.

"There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity." Xingchuan Teru said expressionlessly as he looked at the auditorium.

"Scobbin will like this place." Tang Ze expressed this sense of déjà vu in one sentence, and his eyes involuntarily turned to the altar at the highest point.

Just like the underground structure of Natsumi Kosaka's castle, this is an Orthodox church.

Unlike the noisy and chaotic carnival atmosphere outside, the atmosphere here is solemn.

On the high dome, there is an unclear portrait painted on the layers of domes, which looks like a saint holding something in his hands. The white stone wall is clean and white, and the embellishment of cardinal blue and ruby ​​red adds a solemn and gorgeous color to the holy image.

The most eye-catching are the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the "candlesticks" adorning the octagonal altars.

Just like the flames and explosions outside, these bright light sources were not a soft warm yellow, but instead presented a glamorous cyan and purple glow, giving the originally solemn atmosphere of the church an eerie feel.

"It feels weird," Jinpei Matsuda concluded, "but it's obviously Russian style."

The architectural structure and color characteristics are very typical. This kind of architectural feature continues the Byzantine style and is mixed with a hint of Central Asian temperament. You can tell its origin at a glance without any excellent knowledge reserves.

"She is not French after all." Shimabukuro Kimie made a quick judgment.

"Even if she is Slavic, she can be French." Zhu Fujingguang added rigorously, "And this style...how should I put it, 'Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood'?"

This requires a little bit of knowledge, but Tang Ze reacted quickly and understood what he was saying almost immediately.

Zhu Fujingguang meant that this church was modeled after the real Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood in St. Petersburg.

This church, also known as the Church of the Resurrection of Christ or the Cathedral of the Savior on Blood, was built on the site where Tsar Alexander II Nikolayevich was assassinated to commemorate the monarch.

This is a relatively rare building with a very strong Russian style. Taking such a location as the prototype, it is not difficult to see the idea of ​​the owner of the hall, Pramya.

"It sounds like she likes Russia very much." Hagiwara Kenji grumbled, "Then why is she bombing it so crazily?"

"Perhaps, in Pramiya's eyes, this is also a special kind of 'love'?" Tang Ze made a strange expression and shook his head, refusing to explore the mental state of the psychopath. "Let's find out where the secret treasure is."

The reason why Tangze can say with such certainty that Pramya's mental state is worrying is that the name used by the owner of this hall is not Christina or any other name.

The temple here - including the name marked on Tangze's small map - is called "Pramia Carnival".

Yes, deep down in her heart, Pramya regards the name "Pramya" as her real name.

It was obvious that she was very satisfied with the pain and fear that her crimes over the years had brought to people. She enjoyed this atmosphere and was even willing to regard their fearful names as the highest compliment to herself.

To others, this might be a sign of her mental illness, but this setting is much more convenient for Tang Ze.

Tang Ze, who was originally still wondering whether Christina was her real name and whether he would need additional assistance from other intelligence agencies in the investigation, now had nothing to worry about. To put it in an analogy, he was as happy as Light Yagami taking out a notebook and suddenly finding out that L's real name was L...

Anyway, Pramiya sincerely accepts this code name given to him by others, and the mechanism of the entire palace is closely related to it.

So there was no need for Tang Ze to remind everyone, and everyone assumed that the secret treasure here should be flames, candlesticks, lamps, or something like that.

"Where could it be..." Miyano Akemi's eyes swept across the decorations in the church one by one, "It feels like something that is not so straightforward."

"They are not lamps. These lamps are just made into the shape of flames, and they still look like ordinary crystal lamps." Using the hook to climb up lightly, Zhu Fujingguang quickly confirmed the status of the lamps on the high dome, and then shook his head.

"It's not a candlestick either." After checking the candlesticks, he used arrows to tentatively shoot down a few lighting objects placed high up, and Asai Narimi shook his head. "Isn't it such a simple thing..."

Tang Ze looked around thoughtfully, remembering Zhu Fu Jingguang's previous sigh, and raised his head again, looking at the holy statue on the wall.

After clarifying the prototype building here, this copy should be a painting of the crucifixion of Jesus. The more Tang Ze looked at it, the more he felt that something was not right.

"The Cathedral of the Savior of Blood, used to commemorate the assassinated Tsar..." Tang Ze narrowed his eyes, "Alexander II..."

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Erenica, who was staring at Pramya, raised her eyelids as if she realized something.

Her eyes instinctively drifted upwards to look at the tall floor-to-ceiling window behind the bride.

This is the tallest conference room in the entire Shibuya Hikaru Building, and it is the highest point where you can overlook the entire Shibuya street scene.

Pramya chose this location because he wanted to see his "masterpiece" with his own eyes and enjoy people's despair and wailing before it was destroyed.

This was the venue she had chosen for her wedding... that is, her church.

Elenika looked coldly at the row of bright searchlights behind the window.

There is the helipad at the top of the building.

As long as the wedding is over, Pramiya can leisurely board the helicopter that has been arranged long ago, step on the light and fire of the explosion, leave in the dark night, and disappear from the world...

Although she didn't know why she thought of that scene, Elenika instinctively tensed her face and tightened her grip on the butt of the gun.

We cannot, we must not, let this beast disappear again.

"Put your hands up!" she shouted flatly.

"Wait a minute!" Muranaka Tsutomu, who had already raised his hands, turned around and quickly glanced at his fiancée who was hanging her head, and spoke faster, "She didn't mean to do that. Her arm had some sequelae from being involved in a traffic accident three years ago, and she can't raise her right hand high—"

"...Traffic accident?" Erenikha raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Wasn't he injured by that policeman who appeared out of nowhere?"

"What……"

"You were beaten by the Japanese police and have been unable to lift your right shoulder ever since, right, Christina Lisa?"

Muranaka Tsutomu was stunned for half a second, but soon realized what she was talking about and his eyes widened.

"Next." Erenikka was too lazy to listen to the clumsy excuses of this man whose head was already overwhelmed by hormones. She took the heavy black package from her companion and threw it in the direction of Muranaka Tsutomu.

"What the hell--!" The parabola she threw was at a very high angle, and even if Muranaka Tsutomu wanted to dodge, it was too late. He could only reach out and catch the heavy object.

He touched the things inside and frowned. After confirming that there was no change in Eilenika's expression, he slowly took out the things inside.

The heavy black device slid out and landed in the palm of his hand.

"Metal detector." Elenika twitched her lips. "The policeman hit a very critical part, a very important part, right? So much so that after you went to the doctor for treatment several times, the conclusion they gave was that removing the bullet would damage the nerves and affect the function of your hand."

"Shoulder, bullet..." Takagi Shigeru couldn't help muttering as he listened to what she said.

This is the message that Oleg brought, and it is one of the very important features of Pramya.

That was the case three years ago. Except for Pramya herself and Oleg, all the police officers involved were killed or disappeared mysteriously. In order to avoid the police's pursuit and blockade, Pramya risked her life by using a grappling hook to cross two buildings ten meters apart. It was also in this gap that she was accurately hit in the shoulder by a sniper.

"Just scan it, and the answer you want will appear, right?"

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"it's here."

Climbing lightly on the beam structure, Tangze swayed twice with the help of the rope, then deftly climbed up the decorations on the wall and approached "Jesus" on the cross.

The head of the Son of God who was crucified on the cross is hanging down, but the "blood" on the icon is different from many crucifixion icons.

It was made of red gems, decorated with gold paint, and inlaid into the "flesh" of the statue. At first glance, it was just a slight trace of blood, but only by looking closely could its essence be seen.

Tang Ze only distinguished them for a moment, then reached out his hand very accurately and grabbed the gem on the shoulder of the statue that looked like a drop of blood.

Using his fingertips to exert force, Tang Ze crushed the base inlaid with gems without hesitation, then immediately loosened the rope in his hand and fell downwards.

A loud "boom" sound came along with his movement.

As Tang Ze moved, a huge wooden stake broke through the wall and almost brushed past his scalp.

The entire hall seemed to be activated by this action, and the ground shook slightly.

"...This is the scar of Alexander's assassination, and it is also her scar." Tang Ze's arm was accurately caught by Xingchuan Hui, and he used the force to swing and stand firmly on the floor.

He raised his head and looked up at the wall where a corner had been broken by a wooden stake.

"She regarded it as a shame, but also as a pearl that she had worked hard to create."

"...Of course this is impossible!" Muranaka Tsutomu was stunned for a few seconds, and soon he broke free from Erenica's statement, opened his arms again, and argued, "Her injuries were very serious at the time, and a steel plate was installed to fix her..."

"In order to preserve her most important 'treasure', she left the ruby ​​behind. It remained in her flesh and blood, causing pain and shame to accompany her for a long time."

Christina's hands squeezed her shoulders.

"She can't be the criminal... Gao Mu, didn't you guys agree to maintain order at the wedding..."

"This is her shame, and also her..."

Tang Ze raised his head, looked through the broken wall, and stared at the night sky outside.

And those magnified, cold green eyes.

"……treasure."

"That's enough, shut up!"

As if stimulated by these words, Christina let out a sharp roar.

(End of this chapter)