Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 1104 But anyway, it looks very exciting

"Hello, sorry, did a nurse just bring anything over?"

"Hey, ah, there was a fruit basket delivered...what's wrong, is there a problem?"

The patient sitting on the hospital bed looked at Akai Shuichi calmly as he pushed the door open with a confused look on his face. For a moment, he couldn't react why he answered his question so naturally and even couldn't help but use a long honorific.

"Sorry, we are the guards of the hospital. Because of the large flow of people, some packages were not thoroughly checked." Akai Shuichi lied calmly and grabbed the basket in the man's hand naturally. "Is this fruit basket of yours sent by a person named 'Kusuda Rikumichi'?"

"Well, it seems to be..." The man did not resist and let Akai Shuichi take the basket from his hand and search it in front of him. He hurriedly added, "I am also wondering, and I am trying to remember whether it is the name of a client or a contact person I have worked with before."

It might be the effect of Akai Shuichi's face, or it might be because of his aura. Even though Akai Shuichi looks very young, his aura is very strong.

So even though Shuichi Akai's clothes and actions didn't look like a hospital guard at all during the entire process, this conversation still happened very naturally.

Even when Shuichi Akai took out the mechanical object packed in a plastic box from the bottom of the basket, the patient was not confused but showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Oh, is this a bug or something? Thank you so much for your concern."

Just as he was about to come up with an excuse, Akai Shuichi choked, pinched the object that was flickering on the LCD screen, and looked at the patient on the bed delicately: "Indeed, we received a similar report, so we came to check it out. How did you know this news?"

"Oh, the news has spread throughout the wards. Many reporters are interested in the Shibuya bombing, but they can't get into the hospital wards, so they're trying to get evidence. Really, although I think it's great for reporters to exercise their supervisory power, this is too much. Isn't this just paparazzi..."

"It's spread?" Akai Shuichi quietly put the thing in his hand into his pocket and raised his eyebrows. "Where is the news from?"

"I don't know. A lot of people were talking about it yesterday. Today I heard that the hospital was suddenly full, but there were no real casualties. I guess, maybe some media outlets wanted to get in to investigate..."

"You are being irresponsible when you say that." The middle-aged man in the next bed couldn't stand listening any longer and waved his hand to interrupt him. "Even if you want to investigate big news, it's not appropriate to poison or set fire to something, right? These are all very dangerous behaviors."

"What do you know?" The younger patient turned his head away with disdain. "We don't have to really poison them. We can just find some extras."

"With so many extras, even if they were willing to spend the money to attack the hospital, they would still face condemnation and pressure..."

"What's wrong with extras? Before Halloween...By the way, you're not from Tokyo, right?"

"Indeed not."

"It is true. The reporters here in Tokyo are different from those you meet in other places..."

Akai Shuichi, who was holding the bomb, saw that they were so engrossed in what they were saying that they had completely ignored him. He walked out quietly holding the thing in his hand, and did not forget to carefully close the door of the ward.

"Yesterday" and "It spread in the ward" and so on, why does this content sound so familiar...

A familiar shadow flashed before his eyes. Shuichi Akai shook his head and looked at his colleagues who were leaving other wards with the same confused or surprised expressions. He just made a gesture secretly.

No matter who did it, the best outcome would be to avoid alerting the enemy and spreading panic. After all, maybe Gin wanted to use the attack to spread panic, and then their target would be exposed.

However, I have to admit that some people are really experts in public opinion...

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"Is this your purpose? To find out their exact number and patterns of action?"

Gin did not answer the young man's curious question. He pointed at the screen and asked irrelevantly, "Going through all the trouble to find these deadly things one by one, isn't it like the red blood cells flowing in your blood vessels?"

It should be said, indeed.

Although Gin's metaphor style is usually very literary, his description this time is quite accurate.

Among the 3D buildings that had been built on the screen, the scattered red dots were found one by one, moved, left the ward, followed the corridor, gathered at one place, and then moved in the direction of the underground parking lot.

This is the specific manpower division area of ​​the FBI.

After the action begins, the FBI will definitely follow the plan laid out at the beginning. Everyone who finds the item will deliver it to the person in charge of the area, who will then deliver it to James.

As Tang Ze expected at the beginning, this is not an efficient way to allocate manpower. It is easy to be figured out and it is also easy to reduce communication efficiency. However, since the emergency has occurred, changing the formation before the battle is a worse option than this. James will definitely not act rashly.

In contrast, Gin can certainly complete the basic investigation easily.

"Akai Shuichi is among these people." Gin said, clicking on several red dots on the screen.

These red dots are different from other transmitters. There is no process of gathering first and then forwarding. Instead, after they start moving, they maintain a constant speed all the way to the destination.

This means that these points are independent of the jurisdiction divided by region.

Naturally, this must include Shuichi Akai, the ace who can stand on his own.

"Is the purpose to accurately confirm Shuichi Akai's location and then snipe him? That's a bit too much trouble." Tang Ze held his chin and said sarcastically, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

This time, Gin didn't need to use that lifelike composite video to cause panic among the FBI. He already knew the exact location of Rena Mizunashi very well.

He still chose the same tactics, which means that Gin had more purposes for doing this, and it was definitely not just for Akai Shuichi.

"Of course not. I won't kill him in public." Gin grinned, revealing a murderous sneer, "Dying in the dark is a suitable way for a mouse to die. He will be happy with me doing this."

It's so true, isn't it just that killing a foreigner in public is likely to attract attention...

Tang Ze shrugged and did not comment on what he said.

Several people in the car stared at the red dots on the screen being continuously transmitted. After a moment, Vodka looked at the time and then brought up another window.

This time, what appeared on it was not a fake video used to deceive the FBI, but a real live broadcast with the TV station's logo.

A very familiar logo.

"Nichimi TV." Karasawa nodded in realization, "So you revealed Kiel's location to her 'colleague'."

Mizunashi Rena's death occurred during a live broadcast. Apart from her fans and viewers, the one who was most concerned about her whereabouts was the TV station that was broadcasting the event at the time, Nichimi TV itself. When a colleague died at the station, they would first think of how to transmit the footage of the case to the prime-time TV station in real time. They are famous for risking their lives for the news.

Even though the case involves a wide range of people, the police will not and are not allowed to disclose the details of the relevant persons. Now that they have a clue, they will try their best.

The FBI didn't dare let Rena Mizunashi appear on camera like that. Curacao, who was in the same ward, was even more of a heavyweight, so they themselves didn't dare to show up on camera. Illegal law enforcement without formal communication and coordination was a serious problem that would be held accountable if discovered, not to mention the presence of someone with a sensitive identity like Shuichi Akai.

Taking all these factors into consideration, it is easier for journalists to chase them down with their cameras and guns than with the organization's guns.

Then the purpose of gin is naturally to achieve the same effect.

Gin, who was obviously very satisfied with his actions, raised the corners of his mouth very high.

"We don't need to force them. They will naturally send Keel out obediently."

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"Oops……"

Looking at the reporter on TV who was smiling and speaking with concern but looked more excited, Judy's expression suddenly changed.

Most of them really do not care about life and death when participating in such dangerous overseas missions, but being defeated in a clash with the organization and being forced to be exposed in front of the camera and having their identities noticed and exposed are two completely different concepts.

I don't know who leaked Rena Mizunashi's location to the TV station, but from the footage they captured, this group of people had already arrived at the 4rd floor of Inpatient Building No. 3, which was the ward where Rena Mizunashi was located.

Considering that Rena Mizunashi wanted to keep her identity secret, it was not only a requirement for their operations, but also a requirement of the police after being involved in the Pramya case. It would be impossible to find out such a detailed location just by asking the medical staff directly.

This was not at all what the reporter in the camera said, that he came to visit his co-host who was in danger during the live broadcast. Instead, it was a premeditated "visit" in an attempt to cover up that they had improper sources of information.

Judy acted decisively and threw the box with the detonator removed directly to the person on the other side of the corridor. She ignored the other person's frightened action of rushing to catch it and turned around and ordered: "Kamal, you go and continue to recover the bomb! I'll go upstairs to take a look!"

"The ward over there?" Kamal, who caught the bomb, pointed to the stairs.

"You still have about 10 here, please!"

Judy shouted, and rushed to the stairwell at a rapid pace, running towards the ward on the next floor.

At this moment, several people were already standing in front of the door of Ward 307 where Rena Mizunashi was.

Half of them are not Asian, and Judy's joining has increased the proportion, making them particularly eye-catching.

"That reporter is already filming the nurses' station with a camera." A man standing in front of the door said to Judy seriously, "Maybe Rose can delay for another 20 minutes, but that's the limit."

The visiting reporters were determined to get to the bottom of the matter. Even if the nurses' station did not provide specific information, they would just check every door and it was obvious that the secret in this ward could not be hidden.

"Rena Mizunashi's location can no longer be hidden. If it is exposed to the media, Gin will have more opportunities. Execute the last resort immediately!" James' tone on the intercom was equally urgent, "Send a few more cars to disrupt the organization's judgment, and everyone evacuate this hospital!"

"So, which vehicle will be used to evacuate Rena Mizunashi and the other member?"

"Don't ask such questions. Judy will decide which car to take!"

"Ah?" Judy, who was still frowning and thinking, looked up blankly.

"You decide on the personnel allocation and vehicle arrangement. Only when no one knows which vehicle is the target will it be easier to confuse them. Everyone must assume that their vehicle is the ultimate target and evacuate with all their might to throw off the organization's tracking. Do you understand?"

"Hey, um, I..."

Judy raised her hand, but James, who had already given the order, cut off the call without questioning and began arranging the vehicle.

Facing the gazes of her colleagues around her, Judy could only grit her teeth and straighten her back, then look for opinions from Shuichi Akai and Conan, who were the last to enter the ward.

"Anyway, we need to get the target safely to the parking lot first." Akai Hide nodded, indicating the noise outside the ward, "under their noses."

"This..." Judy turned her head and looked at the two women in the ward.

Mizuno Rena, who had been pretending to be dead for the whole day, was still lying on the bed, looking at her quietly.

On the bed inside, Curacao, whose memory had regressed to his childhood, curled up quietly in the quilt without any response to their words.

"It's not a big deal, is it?" Conan smiled.

"…Miss Mizuno's name isn't on the patient list. But that's normal. If the information can be easily found, then Miss Mizuno's door has already been broken by her supporters, right? It won't be her turn…"

The reporter signaled the photographer to move the camera away from the patient list. As soon as he reappeared in the camera and smiled brightly, the sound of wheels rolling came from the other side of the corridor.

The reporter whose voice was interrupted instinctively turned his head to look for the source of the sound, and saw a large group of tall and strong medical staff pushing a flat bed and running in the corridor.

"Make way, people in front, make way!"

"It's an emergency, the patient needs rescue! Please don't block the passage! Make way for the elevator for surgery!"

The doctors and nurses pushing the bed kept shouting. One of the nurses wearing glasses was anxiously squeezing the pressor in her hand, as if the patient on the bed was in danger.

The photographer stepped aside and swept the lens over the patient lying on the bed.

He was a very large man, and even when he was lying there, one could tell he was quite strong.

At this time, his eyes were closed, and the oxygen mask was pressed tightly on his face, and he looked like he was breathing out more than breathing in.

The stretcher was pushed vigorously by them, the wheels rumbling, and everyone in the corridor instinctively moved out of the way, watching the vigorous white torrent rush past and disappear around the corner of the corridor.

At the same time, a wheelchair with a young woman sitting with her head down and seemingly drowsy, pushed by a nurse behind her, quietly passed behind the camera.

(End of this chapter)