Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 1086 Tin Foil Barbecue [x]

"hiss--"

Rum fell off the chair in a very embarrassing manner, pressed his eyes which were in great pain, and cried out in pain.

Vermouth, who had just sat down at his table, turned her head to look at him, the corner of her mouth twitched, then turned her head again to look at Gin, who was sitting on another chair, wishing he could be as far away from her as possible.

Gin's light green eyes took on a cold, inorganic color under the light. He just turned and stared quietly at his colleague who was talking loudly the previous second, and suddenly rolled to the ground the next second.

“Don’t we need to call for help for him?” Vermouth asked with interest, pulling her coat closer.

"Wait two more minutes." Gin's voice was as cold as his expression, "First make sure he is really injured."

Upon hearing this, Vermouth couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

She knew what gin meant.

Rum is a selfish guy in many decisions and affairs, but he is really good at acting and creating difficulties.

It’s not like there haven’t been cases where there were really difficult problems to solve, but Rum claimed to be ill and avoided making a statement.

From the perspective of a conspirator or politician, this kind of deception is undoubtedly an advantage, and Rum's ability to play political games is unmatched.

However, as a code member of the organization, this second-in-command is actually controlling many of the organization's executive powers, which makes Gin very dissatisfied.

"Don't be like this, Gin. If he hadn't been there last time, you might have really been ambushed by Lei." Vermouth pressed the corners of her mouth, lit the women's cigarette in her hand, and slowly brought it to her lips, "Rum is still a boss who is very considerate of others."

Gin turned his head and gave Vermouth a cold look, as if he was looking at something extremely ridiculous.

You don't need to observe carefully to easily see the meaning of "What nonsense are you talking about" from his face.

Obviously, Gin didn't think he would really fall for it, even though most people in the organization at the time didn't expect that Lei would be a traitor.

“…That’s why I stayed here to listen to what he wanted to say.” After warning Vermouth, Gin finally said these words that didn’t sound right to him. “He said he got a list of NOCs.”

If not, relying on Rum's prestige, he could just send a message, but it was unrealistic to suddenly call someone to him in the middle of the night.

Vermouth put the cigarette between her lips painted crimson, crushed the filter with her teeth, raised her eyebrows, and said nothing.

Theoretically, it was reasonable for Rum to call them both over for the undercover list. After all, they could both be considered the main force of the organization's action team.

But he didn't invite anyone else, but only her and Gin. This is actually very intriguing.

"He threw the silver-haired girl next to him out to work, right? NOC list or something." Vermouth leisurely watched Rum roll on the ground twice before finally pressing the intercom, "Come a few people, Rum's 'eyes' are not in good condition."

There was something meaningful in what she said, and Gin lowered his eyes even lower.

With the brim of his hat drooping, his face looked even more sinister in the shadows.

"If that's what you're thinking, you're overthinking it, Rum."

Since the boss is often not directly involved in the decision-making of specific affairs, in the past two or three years, Rum's power has continued to expand, and in many ways he has become similar to the real boss.

The only place he couldn't interfere was the laboratory.

"He has tasted the sweetness after all." After making the intercom call, Vermouth finally called someone to check on Rum, who was obviously in so much pain that he couldn't get up. He held a cigarette between his legs and slowly blew out a smoke ring. "How can he be satisfied with just one Curacao?"

Not to mention, something might have happened in Curacao.

Both of them had good eyesight. They said they didn't know whether Rum was really sick or pretending, but in fact, the bloodstains sliding down the corners of his eyes when he fell to the ground could not be faked.

Of course, the three people present knew exactly what it felt like to control a person in the cognitive sense.

This kind of extremely thorough control over the other person, who is clearly conscious and aware but unable to make any decisions about his or her own behavior and language, is of course addictive.

Gin lowered his hat and didn't respond to her.

Soon, the office door was opened and the subordinates who rushed in helped up Rum, who was lying on the ground. His face had turned red like liver and he seemed to be in great pain.

Rum, who had been talked about for a long time in front of others, covered his eyes tightly.

Blood had already seeped out along the edge of the blindfold, and what Vermouth had just said was true.

He looked at Gin and Vermouth fearfully with his intact eye, and forced out a sentence: "...The list has been obtained. You, get ready."

"It's all up to you, sir." Vermouth, who was fiddling with her phone, grinned and looked like she would cooperate well, and watched Rum leave.

When his stumbling figure had almost disappeared, Vermouth raised her hand and showed the image in her phone to Gin.

This is a short video.

In the picture, Rena Mizunoshi, wearing a purple shrine maiden costume, was holding the microphone. The next second, the crowd dispersed amid screams, pushing and shoving.

Rena Mizunashi looked at the camera in panic, and a few beats later, she turned her head and looked at the huge Shibuya Crossing behind her.

Then, a bright flame suddenly flashed, and the fire surged up in an instant, engulfing everything in the camera.

This time, Gin's brows were really furrowed.

It wasn't because Kiel was involved in the explosion - it was common for codenamed members of the organization to encounter some severe attacks. If Kiel didn't have the ability to escape from it, he wouldn't have survived until today, which could only be attributed to his lack of ability.

Mainly because, before the picture was completely engulfed by the light, he clearly saw the blurry image of a stunned Keel being knocked down by someone behind him.

It's hard to say whether that person was attacking her or protecting her, but that face, even though Gin's dynamic vision was not that good, Vermouth, who paused the picture at this frame, had clearly conveyed her thoughts.

There's no mistake, that's Shuichi Akai.

"Where's the video from?"

"It's gone viral on the Internet. Kiel is in charge of their TV station's all-day Halloween broadcast today."

"...One or two of them are troublesome."

Gin raised his eyes slightly, stood up, and walked out without looking back.

He couldn't blame Kir too much, because Kir appeared in Shibuya to verify and investigate Akai Shuichi's situation again.

And now, Kil has fallen into Shuichi Akai's hands, and his life or death is uncertain. He must figure out the situation and consider the next plan. He has no time to sit here and waste time with Rum.

After watching another colleague leave again, Vermouth stretched, slowly stood up from the chair, and pointed with her fingertips.

The screen slid to the second attachment of the email.

In the attachment, it is clearly a bird's-eye view from high to low.

A woman in a black work dress fell in the purple liquid on the ground. The wig on her head slipped off, revealing a trace of silver underneath.

"'Silver bullet'?" Vermouth uttered the term meaningfully, using a double entendre.

Only such a ruthless, cold, and unyielding attack is worthy of this title...

————"…Ma'am, ma'am?"

Before the pungent chemicals rushed into her mouth and nose, several pairs of hands lifted her up from the liquid surface that had accumulated to more than ten centimeters.

The wig on her head slipped to the ground. The silver-haired woman raised her head blankly. Before she could see clearly what was happening in front of her, she felt a sharp pain in her head.

It was as if a nail had been deeply wedged into her brain, and after being stirred, it was directly pulled out. She felt so painful that she felt that every nerve under her skull was trembling.

"Ah..." She let out a weak cry. Due to the severe pain in her head, she was almost completely unable to resist. The people who rescued her helped her onto a stretcher.

"It seems like he is a tourist visiting Shibuya for Halloween..."

He took a clean towel and wiped the woman's face. When he saw her appearance clearly, Takagi Shigeru frowned.

After wiping off the chemicals on her face, the woman's beautiful face, which could be described as pure and pretty, was revealed.

In her half-open eyes, one could vaguely see subtly different pupil colors. More importantly, her lower eyelids were painted with dark brown "blood stains", which blended into the special makeup that was everywhere on the streets of Shibuya on Halloween and did not stand out at all.

"It seems like there is no consciousness..."

"…Ma'am, can you hear me, ma'am?"

"The pupils are reacting to light... Never mind, send him to the ambulance first. If you don't get out of the way, the neutralizer won't be able to get in."

The dazed Curacao was carried, staggering, to the other side of the intersection, where an ambulance was waiting on a side road without any liquid.

Bright light filled her vision and noisy noises kept pressing into her ears, seeming real and illusory, making it difficult to tell what was real.

She saw the deflated decorations dangling in the pent-up fluid and the lights of the fire trucks.

Blue liquid gushed out from the fire truck's water gun and continuously rushed towards the flames in the middle of the road.

Someone was shouting commands, someone was screaming, and something was twisting and tumbling in the flames, as if it was being gradually burned and curled up.

The noises gradually approached and then slowly moved away, until she was staggered into the ambulance and the surroundings finally became much quieter.

Clearer voices, coming from nowhere, poured into her eardrums.

"…The neutralizer will be completely reacted in another hour."

"Thank you for your hard work. Were any tourists injured?"

"It seems that at the moment, not yet. Some people who didn't have time to evacuate may have been injured in the crowd, and someone has already taken care of them."

"The chemicals used by Pramiya are all dangerous goods. Whether there is any possibility of corrosion after contact needs further verification."

"Kara...well, I mean, 'K' said, it's no big deal."

"I heard he has a headache now, and the code name is not working. Let's deal with the situation on the scene first..."

"...'K'?" Curacao opened his mouth and repeated the letter vaguely.

As if awakened by this keyword, the golden "K" suddenly began to flash, enlarge, and rotate in her mind...

Unable to hold on any longer, she closed her eyes and lost consciousness.

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"W-what? Not dead?"

With the neutralizer being sprayed, rescue workers were finally able to enter the center of the explosion.

It was thought that Pramia, who had been screaming for so long, was doomed to die. Seeing them peeling off the charcoal-like object, Takagi Shigeru couldn't help pinching his earlobe and took a breath with almost phantom pain.

"She was lucky." The paramedic in full isolation suit said in a muffled voice under his mask, "Maybe she just bumped into a balloon nearby. She was wrapped up in it, and there happened to be a little neutralizer..."

It took all of Takagi Wataru to keep his face from wrinkling into a ball.

Really? Is this what we call good luck?
Pramiya was in better condition than they had expected, and was still breathing.

But grilling directly with fire and grilling with a layer of combustion-aiding material seem to be just the difference between grilling with iron net and grilling with tin foil...

At least when they peeled it just now, Takagi Wataru clenched his teeth, and it was probably no different from directly skinning it.

In order to prevent the phantom pain from continuing, Takagi Shigeru turned his eyes away and looked elsewhere to cover up.

"Was she the only one in the fire? Uh, I mean..."

"She's the only one." Kazami Yuya put down the intercom, came closer, and said confidently, "You have already dealt with the situation caused by Pramya's bomb. The temperature is indeed very high, but it won't vaporize directly without any trace."

First of all, he believed in Tang Ze's ability, and the reason he chose to jump off a tall building was definitely not because he was tired of living.

It is probably difficult to do anything in public, so he needs to use this method to conceal his actions.

Secondly, directly cremating the human body requires extremely high temperature and energy.

If such a terrifying high-energy reaction could be created with just this amount of liquid, then perhaps the most suitable career for Pramya would be a nuclear physicist...

"Oh, so Joker is fine, right?"

"It will definitely be okay." Conan, with his hands in his pockets, took over with a dark face.

Intellectually, he understood that with Joker's abilities, he could quietly take Scobin away from the fire without leaving any trace. It would just be a visually thrilling jump-off show, and it would definitely not cause any injuries to the other party.

But when he thought about the fact that this guy knew that he was involved but didn't reveal a word of it, and kept scaring people like this, he wanted to rush to Ni-chome right now, knock on their door, and ask what was going on.

"It's definitely okay, it's okay... The problem is on this side..." Looking at Pramya who was carried out and could only be said to be in the initial human form, Sato Miwako rubbed her arms.

She understood the logic. Letting Pramiya feel the pain brought by the explosion she created was indeed a relief, and it was also in line with Joker's declaration.

But whether it's a leap of faith or a plunge into a sea of ​​fire, it's still scary...

"Forget it." Sato Miwako forced herself not to look at the ambulance over there, and instead stared at Conan, "Compared to this, Conan-kun, those people on the rooftop..."

"...Ahahaha, I don't know, they jumped out of the helicopter." Conan's eyebrows twitched and he laughed awkwardly a few times, "I went around from the safe passage, and then, uh, as soon as the helicopter landed, I saw them holding down Pramya and beating..."

What else could he say besides laughing?

Is it possible that not only Officer Matsuda was brought back to life by Joker, but also his friend who died seven years ago may still be alive?
When Conan saw the inexplicably familiar face of Kenji Hagiwara, he felt his eyes and eyebrows twitching.

The four people appearing there were most likely not a coincidence.

Considering that Takagi Wataru's predecessor, Date Kou, is also their classmate, Conan has an even worse feeling in his heart.

He only heard that joining the Phantom Thieves of Hearts requires "death", but how could it be a real death?

Joker, did you forget to tell me something important?
(End of this chapter)