Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 259

Gin, who was approaching the strange thief, suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder.

He immediately stretched out his hands to cover his shoulders, and his first reaction was to look at joker, who was clutching his chest, staggering and looking exhausted.

Watching the reenactment of this famous scene, Tang Ze raised his head.

Under the cover of the black cloth strips on his face, Qin Jiu couldn't see the expression on the upper half of his face, but he could see his malicious smile.

Not good, there is fraud!
Gin immediately stopped moving forward, and glanced warily at the open roof door behind him.

As soon as the blow was successful, Conan immediately dodged to avoid being exposed to Gin's sight.

Now as long as Qin Jiu doesn't see him and the other party can't estimate the enemy's situation, he won't act rashly.

He pulled up the bow tie, and before he had time to adjust the sound collector, he shouted in Kudo Shinichi's voice: "I've got it, go into the chimney, hurry up and escape into the chimney!"

Tang Ze looked in the direction of the rooftop gate and was amused.

He felt that the scene was actually quite serious, and he didn't seem to want to spoil the atmosphere too much, but it felt a little bit fun anyway.

Not only Le who saw the reenactment of the famous scene, but also Le who witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

A primary school student suppressed two gun-wielding men with an anesthesia watch in one hand...

That is Conan, most people really can't play this kind of contrast effect, it is worthy of him.

After the music was over, Tang Ze staggered and grabbed the open chimney mouth in the spirit of acting in a complete set, making a gesture of crawling inside.

His movement really attracted the attention of Gin and Vodka who were being pinned down. Vodka raised the gun and pulled the trigger in his direction.

Tang Ze squinted his eyes, out of a kind of plastic friendship, he didn't open the P that sucked things, but directly opened the gun and caught the gun with his shoulder silently.

The bullet hit his shoulder and failed silently.

"Ah!" It was Vodka who fired the gun, raised his hand to cover his shoulder, and looked at the gun in his hand in amazement.

Different from the original situation where you can only use masks in a different world, this world is actually a somewhat nondescript P3 worldview, which is also the basis for Tang Ze to be able to henshin casually in reality.

But after all, it is only a half-assed fusion world. Tang Ze can't really summon P directly like a stand-in messenger. What can work is only various passive skills that act on himself.

Therefore, such a purely illogical game mechanism like Object Reverse does not mean in reality that as soon as Tang Ze activates his passive, the person who shoots him will be shot eight times in the back and die by suicide.

The effect it causes is more akin to a phantom pain, like being hit by a rubber bullet with such force.

It doesn't necessarily break, but it does hurt.

As for where this research conclusion comes from...

It can only be said that the leader who opened the mask with the team members is a scum, and the team leader who fights with the team leader is out of breath, and the team members who rely on the team leader not to beat them and directly draw their guns are equally indifferent.

"The alloy on his body is not a decoration." It can be said to be a misunderstanding, or it can be said to point to the essence, and the gin stopped the vodka from raising the gun again.

And Tang Ze, who slowly climbed into the chimney, finally felt the light vibration that he had been waiting for for a long time coming from the mobile phone attached to his chest.

It succeeded, his greedy plan.

After going around and going around, he finally got the last bit of wool of Kenzo Masuyama, and the remaining value was fully utilized.

So, Tang Ze put on a tricky smile, pretended to be bankrupt, and finally plunged into the chimney.

This wave, this wave is called, the winery loses it!
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Belmode looked back out of the window again, looking at Goro Akechi who was holding Shigehiko Tunkou's crutch.

He was raising the cane to the front, looking at the golden cane head up and down, the black gloves kept rubbing against the golden snake's head, his face full of thoughtfulness.

Sensing her gaze, Akechi Goro's sharp gaze quickly turned around.

Belmode leaned against the window with a lazy and freehand posture, showing him a smile.

The orange-red afterglow painted the glass windows into strong colors, and the rows of high-rise buildings in Tokyo were cut by the windows, and the curly clouds added smudge-like brushstrokes to it, like a freehand oil painting.

The light of the setting sun pierced through her long pale golden hair, and she leaned against the dusk, the light cut out a negative silhouette, and blurred her complexion, making her look unfathomable.

Akechi Goro looked at her quietly.

"You seem to have found something." With a bit of accent, she whispered in a hoarse low voice, "Is the detective game fun?"

Hearing this, Xing Chuanhui bent his eyes and showed a very "wise Goro" smile.

Although Tang Ze's portrayal of wisdom is far from his true nature, this undercurrent of turbulent atmosphere allows him to display his state much better than a social scene full of relatives and friends.

"Very interesting indeed, Ms. Wynyard."

He did become somewhat aware of who he was.

Comprehending this meaning from Akechi Goro's expression, Belmode smiled, and stretched out his hand to spread the long hair that fell on his shoulder.

"Since the matter here is over, I will leave first."

It looks like it should have passed...

Xing Chuanhui lightly clenched his fists, his slightly sweaty palms stuck to the leather gloves, which was not very comfortable.

This is the real reason why he changed his costume again...

Tang Ze is not very sure whether a cross-dresser who is proficient in disguise can see through other people's disguise.

Tang Ze, who has always been cautious, chose to cut his number.

After all, Xing Chuanhui is the real Hayato Tunkou himself, and no matter how long Belmode observes, it is impossible to find traces of disguise.

Sure enough, the conclusion they deduced was correct. The entire seemingly grand assassination scene, whether it was the target or the murderer, was all done casually.

Those who are really regarded as targets are "Kumail" and "Joker".

The organization is testing their capabilities in various ways. Even Kumail, who has a flawless identity and background, will be isolated from the real core affairs of the organization before repeated confirmation.

Watching her graceful back, Xing Chuanhui touched his chest, feeling the vibration from the motor of the mobile phone under his palm.

It's ok, it's almost time, he should go to the appointed place.

"Old sir." Let go of the hand that was holding the crutch tightly, Xing Chuanhui took the initiative to stretch out his hand, helped up his face covered with sweat, and stared blankly at Kenzo Masuyama, who was thinking about something in front of him, "Your crutch .Is it better now? Can you stand up?"

Disturbed by his voice, Kenzo Masuyama finally regained his senses as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the golden snake head and turned to himself.

The finely carved snake letter was wrapped around the snake's kiss, and the red eyes inlaid with red gemstones gave him the illusion of being stared at, and his heart trembled when he saw it.

"...Thank you very much, young man." He forced a smile, then quickly pulled the crutch back into his hand, and clenched it tightly.

Although I don't know why, the organization ordered him to carry this stick without leaving his body... At this moment, only this heavy feeling can stabilize his mind a little.

He is the veteran of the organization, he has struggled in the organization for so many years...

Such an important token is still in his hands, and Shirley, who was discovered by him, is also sleeping in the old warehouse he prepared...

He is so important to the organization, nothing will happen, nothing will happen just because of a mere notice...

Constantly comforting himself like this, he stood up straight with the strength of his crutches, forcing out an unattractive smile. Fortunately, his face was covered with sweat, his complexion was pale, and he could not conceal the embarrassment and oldness on his face. Make this smile not appear too abrupt.

"In that case, the old man will take his leave first."

He left with his shoulders drooping, still remembering his trembling gait, and his heart was already burning with anxiety.

Hurry up, hurry up, even if you take Shirley as a hostage, it's better to control it first.

Otherwise, once the fact that he received the notice letter is exposed...

　I fell asleep, the speed of life and death
　　
　
(End of this chapter)