Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 1082: Furuya Rei: Joker, give me a favor

"Joker..."

Watching the shadow version of Pramiya screaming under Asai Narimi's attack, and its huge body falling towards the church, crushing half of the building, Miyano Akemi reached out and gently pulled the hem of Karasawa's clothes.

Tang Ze, who had been walking around the venue for several rounds as the main target of ridicule, was holding the reagent given to him by Haibara Ai in his mouth. He turned his head when he heard the words and met Miyano Akemi's eyes.

Her pretty face was largely obscured by the black butterfly mask, and only her bright eyes could be seen. Because of the power of the mask, golden spots of light were gently floating outwards.

Tang Ze understood what she meant.

Asai Narimi's ability is very special in the entire Phantom Thieves Group.

He is an Avenger, a special mask user who awakened his abilities on his own during the process of revenge and locked the power of the entire Moon Shadow Island under his control. His lethality is truly unmatched.

He can kill people directly before his power is awakened. This ability is something that even Goro Akechi himself in the original work cannot do.

If we don’t stop Asai Narimi’s attack and let him completely defeat Pramia—

"He's going to die."

While Pramia was dodging the attacks of the police and Erenica and others below, Conan quickly rushed upstairs along the safety passage on the other side. What he saw was Pramia stumbling onto the escalator and walking onto the helipad.

He knew that Pramya was preparing to escape; after all, that was Christina's original plan.

The end of this woman's vicious plan was to create a devastating explosion in Shibuya, blowing up the entire Shibuya Hikaru building, and then she would leisurely board a pre-booked helicopter to watch the carnival from above.

Apart from the helipad, she had nowhere to go, so while Erenica and the others were still in a stalemate gun battle, Conan took the lead and rushed to the rooftop.

"Really, you will die." Conan looked at the woman's face that was stained with black dirt, and said calmly, "You have lived in Japan for a long time. Haven't you heard of the 'Phantom Thieves of Hearts' these days? Your current condition is one of the obvious features that make you a target for them."

"What nonsense are you talking about..." Pramiya coughed and wiped the black liquid flowing from the corner of her mouth. She barely pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "Can this group of 'Messengers of Justice' also kill people?"

"If you do such evil, you think that righteous people, such as police and detectives, will not kill you easily, then you are overthinking." Even when facing the armed gangster alone, Conan's tone was still very calm, "The Phantom Thief of Hearts is not an ordinary righteous good man, nor is he an easy target to persuade."

After such a long period of contact and communication, Conan has actually basically determined the main thinking logic of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.

It’s not that they really advocate using violence to solve problems, but their special powers make them position themselves completely at the level of “superheroes”.

Because he is not an ordinary person, he has powers that ordinary people cannot use.

It is also because they are not ordinary people that they completely break free from the constraints of rules, ignore the law, and advocate lynching.

It is for this reason that they restrict the identities of those who join so strictly, requiring every member to no longer live in a normal society and to be completely devoted to their symbols...

As to whether Conan agrees with their ideas, deep down he still doesn't quite agree with them, but he does not deny that their pursuit of justice is pure.

"They really killed people. They used this kind of power." Conan pointed at her face, "So, if you don't give up your plan and apologize, even if the police come to persuade them in person, they can't save you this time."

The more likely outcome is that no amount of persuasion will be able to convince them.

Pramya was different from the ordinary murderers he had come into contact with in the past.

Murderers, especially the murders that Conan has come into contact with, are an extension of human civilization, a redundancy that cannot be handled by interpersonal relationships, which ultimately leads to intense emotional fluctuations; they are despicable villains who have chosen a worse path; they are the amplification of certain emotions, which leads to psychological distortion and perversion...

Murder is a very horrific method, but in non-random killings, the harm it causes is limited.

This is not the case with Pramia. Pramia is similar to those criminals who were killed on Moonshadow Island.

She has already caused immeasurable damage, in every sense of the word, and is attempting to create a catastrophe of epic proportions.

There might be more than 10 people in Shibuya and the surrounding areas tonight...

If Conan's prediction is correct, then the Phantom Thieves of Hearts who have not yet appeared must have found a special space where they are reviewing Pramia's past and ideas, trying to eliminate her evil using some means that normal people cannot understand.

If Pramiya does not repent, apologize, and feel sorry for what she has done, even the gods cannot save her.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Pramiya gritted her teeth, not frightened by the child's threats. "Such childish threats can really -"

"Check your cell phone. Can you still contact the helicopter you booked?" Conan sighed secretly and asked back very calmly.

He knew that it would be difficult to impress such a stubborn and evil person with words alone, but he could only try.

Not to mention, for some unknown reason this time, maybe it's because Pramia herself is like this, or maybe the Phantom Thieves haven't killed her yet, so Pramia hasn't had strong auditory and visual hallucinations, or a severe feeling of suffocation like other targets.

After experiencing so many cases of the Phantom Thief of Hearts, both the Investigation Division and Conan have already summed up a set of empirical logic regarding the targets of the Phantom Thief of Hearts.

Many of the targets whose hearts were changed by the Phantom Thief of Hearts experienced hallucinations. Some would hear their own condemned voices, and some would suddenly recall what happened before things got so bad. In short, there would be emotional and psychological reactions.

Those targets that spit out black mud will have more intense senses, including a strong feeling of suffocation and coldness, and some will even experience phantom pain and roll on the ground screaming.

Pramya didn’t feel that way now and it wasn’t easy to convince her without any words that her life was in danger.

It's not that he has to save the criminal in order to reflect the detective's righteous philosophy. He really doesn't want a guy like Pramya to die so easily and be regarded as the fault of the Phantom Thief of Hearts.

According to normal trial procedures, she should not have survived.

Then her life should not be decided by lynching. This is something that can and should be covered by the judicial process.

Those who shouldn't dirty other people's hands should not be so "simple" as to just die...

Pramiya didn't really want to pay attention to him, but firstly, she really needed to find a helicopter to contact, and secondly, he was just a primary school student, short and thin, so he couldn't threaten her, a well-trained professional with a gun in her hand. So Pramiya took out her phone from the bandage on her leg with doubt and took a look.

Just as Conan said, her cell phone had no signal at all.

"Tsk, damn it, it has to be at this time..." Pramiya frowned.

Even though Conan hit the nail on the head, she just looked at the calm child gloomily and didn't give any further reaction.

After all, this is Shibuya on Halloween, and it is at such a high altitude that it is very normal that the mobile phone signal is poor and it doesn't mean anything.

Conan shook his head, not ready to try to convince the stubborn bigot, and began to explain his own reasoning.

"Actually, it's not that you don't want to take out the bullet, but taking it out will affect the motor function of your arm. Although it won't have a huge impact...but you are a bomber. You have to assemble very sophisticated instruments and use various chemicals to mix your explosives. You can't allow any mistakes or hand shaking, right?"

Not to mention those who use new types of explosives, even those who are simple and crude, who disassemble flames from various fireworks and assemble them into lightning, need to use a fine-bristled brush to meticulously clean the remaining gunpowder on the threads.

Otherwise, the sparks and energy caused by any friction could instantly ignite the explosive in their hands.

Anyone who can become a bomber has at least survived this test.

Making explosives is not an extremely difficult job, but it is indeed a job with a certain threshold.

"The reason why you want to threaten your own wedding... I think this is also a kind of announcement. Since you have announced your intention to 'retire', you will naturally hold a grand..." Conan looked at her face and slowly uttered the two words, "...a funeral."

Correspondingly, there was no need for "Christina", who existed to gather all those who might discover Pramya's true identity, to live beyond the wedding.

Being a policeman's widow cannot be a shield to protect herself for the rest of her life. Pramiya needs more than that.

"You have already found your new identity, right? She is also on the 'invited list' this time, right?" Conan looked directly at the face that had been eroded by the black water and completely lost its beautiful appearance. "Ms. Elenica, it is indeed a very useful identity, isn't it?"

Erenikha is not an ordinary family member of an explosion victim - ordinary families cannot afford the reckless expenses for so many years.

The reason why she is the leader of the entire team is certainly due to her ability, but her family background also played a huge role.

Both Ereniká's maternal family and her husband's family are wealthy people in Eastern Europe. It is for this reason that her husband and son became Pramya's targets.

She has blonde hair and blue eyes, and her face has indelible scars from the bombing.

Combined with the lax household registration system there and Pramiya's own computer skills and connections in the black industry, this is an extremely useful special identity.

"You can replace the victim with a new body and start your own 'career' again with a safer one. Your plan is indeed very thoughtful."

After hearing these words, Pramiya's expression when she looked at Conan slowly changed from sharp to a hint of fear.

These are not words or reasonings that an ordinary child would say. Even if you were to teach a child, asking him or her to memorize such complex lines might be more work than asking the child to truly understand the content.

"…who are you?"

"Me? My name is Edogawa Conan, and I'm a detective." With his hands in his pockets, Conan said this in a relaxed and calm manner, then raised his head.

In the starless night sky of Shibuya, a helicopter was gradually approaching their direction.

The searchlights on the tarmac used to indicate landing lit up one after another, and the reflection from the glasses completely obscured Conan's eyes.

"...Joker, are you there? Or any of you. Stop for now. We can't let her die in this place."

"You--!" Pramiya's face twisted and she raised the gun in Conan's direction.

This passage is more insulting than all the sarcasm and analysis that came before it.

A "detective" who discovered her plan and even pointed out her thoughts was "pleading" for her to the person who might threaten her life...

Insult, this is a naked insult!
Before Pramya could pull the trigger, the loud sound of the helicopter propeller was approaching.

Her attention was diverted to the helicopter behind her, and Pramya finally controlled the hand that was pressing the trigger. She turned her head and carefully observed the approaching helicopter.

There were no special signs on the helicopter. It was just a common small civilian helicopter, exactly the same as the one she had booked for the tour.

After confirming this, Pramiya relaxed her guard a little and curled the corners of her mouth.

"Leave these sweet words to the impotent and angry hyenas. The flame will not be extinguished here, and the end of what Pramya brings to the world will come naturally..."

The helicopter approached quickly and landed accurately towards the helipad, stopping between Conan and Pramya.

With her sight blocked, Pramiya raised her head with a smile.

——Then she saw a figure that she would never forget, opening the door of the helicopter.

Without leaving her any chance to resist, as soon as the door was opened, Furiya Rei grabbed the door frame and kicked at the unsuspecting Pramia, knocking the gun out of her hand.

After eliminating the biggest threat first, he had time to observe Pramya's condition, and soon frowned.

"…I say, Joker. Can you hear me? Give me some face and wait a while before you touch her."

Pramiya, who had taken two steps back, raised her head with wide eyes when she heard these words.

Damn, these Japanese police and detectives!
This is not the way to insult someone! Today it's either you or me!

(End of this chapter)