Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 279 He Is Probably Dead
"Ouch," Mori Kogoro patted his chubby stomach, and straightened his waist very comfortably, "Although nothing else is good, the food here is really good. There are so many seafood... Did you do it, Miss Iwai?"

Hitomi Iwai smiled and brought tea to everyone one by one, and promised, "Yes, the boss will ask me to prepare more ingredients every year, and entertain everyone well."

"But didn't you say that you have to hand in the test paper before dinner? Did Boss Jin Gu not show up all day?" Oki Ayako picked up the test paper she finished writing, and said a little anxiously, "Don't play tricks, I want to know too own score."

"Well, the boss ordered me to entertain everyone until he shows up after dinner." Hitomi Iwai declined twice, quite helplessly, "Everyone, wait a little longer."

"Don't plan to show up suddenly and give everyone a fright, right?"

"Do you still want to engage in this kind of link? It's boring."

"Ah, don't tell me, everyone's mobile phones have been confiscated now, and they are all staying in this kind of seaside hotel far away from the urban area. This hotel has neither a telephone nor a TV. It's kind of mean." Toda Ma Leah laughed like a joke, covered her mouth with her plump palm, and laughed, "According to the design of the mystery novel, after everyone has finished their dinner, the dead should appear, right?"

Following her words, the atmosphere at the table froze a little.

In a suburban hotel at night, a group of strangers who don't know each other well and don't trust each other...there really is a sense of horror and suspense.

"Boss Kanaya did this on purpose." Kento Toba shook his head, "After the meal, it's time for a super-difficult reasoning question and answer. It is said that there will be a simulated crime scene, so that everyone can solve it on the spot. He is deliberately delaying Time to create this atmosphere."

Hattori Heiji glanced at the clock on the wall and covered a yawn.

Hey, Kudou didn't come, only this stupid uncle's family came... I really shouldn't come to join in the fun, it's so boring.

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"Huh—huh—" Climbing on the edge of the carriage, Miyano Akemi's long hair was carried upside down by the airflow.

She turned her head, looked at the Victorian London that kept collapsing before her eyes, and let out a soft cry that she didn't know whether it was regret or amazement.

"How is it, Miss Mingmei?" Sitting on the roof of the carriage, holding the two horses ahead with a hook in one hand, and holding the coachman's whip in the other, Tang Ze waved the whip in a serious manner, urging the carriage to go faster Pace, "Feeling fun, Baker Street?"

"It's interesting." Miyano Akemi's cheeks were healthy and rosy due to the long-term exercise. Hearing Tang Ze's question, she held down the wide hat she had pulled over to cover her face in the theater, and laughed a few times. "Even if you go to the UK in person, you can't experience this feeling, right? It's as if you've really returned to that era."

Tang Ze smiled lightly twice: "Just like it."

It's not bad to use this temple as an appetizer. Although Miyano Akemi may not be able to sneak into the cocoon, there are always more ways than difficulties.

Xing Chuanhui watched the street behind the carriage continue to collapse and turned into rubble. They seemed to be a group of travelers who broke free from the past time and space and fled to the future. They couldn't help asking: "Why did his palace collapse? Did we steal the secret treasure, or is it because he has...?"

"I'm afraid he's already dead." Tang Ze said bluntly, "Before the secret treasure officially left the theater, the world began to tremble."

Xing Chuanhui shook his head, and took out the body of the secret treasure from his arms.

A thin, yellowed black and white photo unfolded in his hands.

In the photo, he is wearing a dark blue luxurious dress, a man who looks exactly like Hiroyuki Kanaya, embracing a beautiful and brilliant actress.

"Can love be distorted to this extent?" Xing Chuanhui sighed, and handed the photo to Tang Ze, "In the final analysis, does he have such feelings for Irene Adler, or is it because he put his failed marriage projected into it."

Going deep into the palace is an excellent way to get to know a person quickly. In this one night, they have roughly understood the past life of this sad weirdo Hiroyuki Kanaya.

With the precious first edition book he acquired by accident, the ecstatic Jin Gu projected more and more experience and time on this work, and became more and more persistent, which soon affected his normal life.

Unable to bear his neglect of his family, and unable to understand his excessive enthusiasm for hobbies, his wife finally chose to leave him with their children.

This failed marriage, on the contrary, increased Jin Gu's obsession with the work. After losing the bondage of his family, he completely devoted his life to the circles related to Sherlock Holmes, holding events and holding banquets, trying to use his own The position in the circle, to tell everyone that his life is not a failure.

During this process, he began to yearn for women like Irene Adler, and began to attribute his broken marriage to his failure to find a soul mate who could match him in wisdom and pursuit...

"Of course it will. Even memories and attachments can twist the prison of the soul. Love is such a strong emotion, so naturally it will." After receiving the photo from Xing Chuanhui, Tang Ze flicked the horsewhip in his hand and headed for the exit The direction accelerated again, and he said in his mouth, "Proper projection can give comfort to the soul, and excessive projection will start to slowly lose yourself, as if joining an endless cult sacrifice... These fanatical fans, Probably all of them."

While talking, he aimed at Xing Chuanhui from the corner of his eyes.

Xing Chuanhui quickly understood what he meant, and said dumbfoundingly: "Don't criticize Sang Huai. I have a palace, although I haven't figured out what is excessively twisted in me...but it must be different from this."

Seriously speaking...should show you your own coop review.

"You'd better be." Tang Ze snorted twice, grabbed one with one hand, stepped on the weightless carriage, and rushed directly into the exit.

The sound of crashing waves pierced through the diaphragm and gently slapped against their ears.

"—Fuck! Why is the exit of this palace on a cliff! Oh!"

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Conan, who was leaning on the table in a daze, suddenly felt a slight itchy ear, and couldn't help but glanced out the window.

In the deep night, the moonlight passes through the rugged cliffs, throwing long waves of light in the sea, only the sound of the waves hitting the windows, bringing a little gentle white noise.

After rubbing his ears, Conan turned his head and continued to be in a daze with the people in the room, aimlessly waiting for Kanaya Hiroyuki to appear.

"...It's already 12 o'clock." Oki Ayako put out the cigarette butt, looking very impatient, "Is Boss Jin Gu coming yet?"

"It took us so long to write so much. Are you playing tricks on us?" Fujisawa Toshiaki was also a little displeased, and threw the questionnaire that had been in his hand on the table.

"It seems that the rumors are somewhat credible. Every time I make the questions very difficult, and deliberately make everyone answer incorrectly, I just want to show off my collection." Maria Toda shook her head, Pushing away the seat and standing up, "I slipped away before the question was set this time, it's really boring. Forget it, I'm going back to sleep."

"Yes, let's go."

With her and Toshiaki Fujisawa taking the lead, everyone sitting around the dining table got up one after another and walked to the guest room at the back.

Mori Kogoro also yawned, stood up and followed him: "It's ridiculous, then I'm going to sleep too, I didn't sleep well yesterday..."

"What about you, Conan?" Mao Lilan looked at his father's back and lowered his head to ask Conan who was sitting beside him.

"I want to wait!" Conan replied crisply, with a smile on his face, "I wrote the paper very hard!"

"Okay..." You can't leave the child to a group of strangers, so Mao Lilan reluctantly stayed and picked up the half cup of strong tea left on the table.

His gaze shifted from Mourilan to Conan's face, and then to the filled questionnaire in his hands. Hattori Heiji raised his eyebrows, changed to a posture with his face propped up, and sat there without moving.

A child in the first grade can finish a questionnaire of fifty or sixty pages in one day... um...

　The new cover has been changed, waiting for review~
　　
　
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