Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 1118 The Unknown Ferris Wheel

The murderer was not outstanding, and the deceased was not outstanding either.

It was mixed with some secrets and involved other lives, but in the end, neither the cause nor the result was too surprising.

In Beika Town, this short case would not cause much stir. Even several elementary school students who have been through many battles and have sufficient experience have let it go.

If there is anything special about this, it may be that an FBI agent is involved.

"Although the police have basically gotten away with it, is the identity of that big guy really correct?"

Sitting in the moving little Beetle, Haibara Ai turned her head and asked Conan in a soft voice who was held in Tang Ze's arms.

It wasn't a particularly prominent case, but it was handled with exceptional efficiency. She could somewhat understand why Conan was so anxious.

The FBI operation had just ended not long ago, and it would not be appropriate to cause any trouble at this time and involve other FBI agents who are still operating in Tokyo.

It’s not that Conan doesn’t handle cases well on weekdays, but he is so anxious this time, it must be because of Camille’s identity problem.

"...Well, huh?" Conan glanced at Tang Ze, who seemed not to have heard anything, laughed awkwardly, and lowered his voice, "As far as I know, he hasn't been here recently..."

Shuichi Akai has been undercover in the organization for so long. Since the organization's headquarters is in Japan, even if he is playing away, he has to find a way to build up a certain amount of personal strength for himself.

Kamal was not the contact person he had contacted, but was also one of the team he had set up in Japan. Judging from his usual contact with him, he should have been in Japan for two or three years, so he shouldn't be unable to get a visa.

...Although it was not difficult for him to understand that the FBI could not find out what the training on the sports field was like and why they had to parkour in the stairwell.

"However, if we investigate carefully, his occupation and work history are still very problematic." Huiyuan Ai nodded in realization. "No wonder you're so nervous."

"That's about right..." Conan grinned, not wanting to elaborate on what he had done.

To be honest, he felt a little guilty towards Kamal.

Although Camille pretended to be dead in front of Gin along with Shuichi Akai as an FBI driver, because of the pre-designed plan, Rena Mizunashi showed Gin a version of the driver whose flesh and blood were blurred and whose facial features were indistinguishable.

Camille's figure is indeed more prominent, but hasn't Gin seen him standing up?

As long as you slightly change your hairstyle, it is not a problem to continue to use your current identity freely.

Conan just didn't know how to make him digest the part about Shuichi Akai.

As the only person who was unaware of this double-layered deception plan, Kamal must have suffered a great mental shock.

He was willing to cooperate with Shuichi Akai's plan and participate in such a risky performance, which was already a gamble with his own life.

This was a strong trust, but in the end, he would have to face the scene of the leader he followed dying in this accident...

Even if it was actually Kusuda Rikumichi's body and not Akai Shuichi's, seeing such a charred corpse appear before one's eyes must have been an extremely strong shock.

"He looks a bit fierce, but he's actually quite straightforward. I always thought he was more brawn than brains."

"You would say that, but that doesn't mean it's actually the case?"

"It's unexpectedly quite steady, very methodical."

For example, he didn't catch up today to ask him what happened to Shuichi Akai.

The only person who could have clearly understood the situation at the scene and who was the plan's maker and executor was Conan, but Conan used the excuses of being unconscious and having a vague memory to get away with it.

Could this be an effective approach for other FBI agents, especially Judy and Kamal, who knew his identity?

As a result, Kamal didn't do that at all. Conan, who thought he would have to come up with some words to deal with this matter today, was stunned.

Tang Ze, who had completely heard their whispers, did not make any response. He just looked at the scenery outside the car that was constantly reversing and answered Conan's question in his heart.

The reason why Kamal never asked this question was very simple. He came directly to ask Tang Ze.

"It's not that I have unlimited confidence in Mr. Akai, but I believe that since Mr. Akai has made preparations and has taken your situation and position into consideration, he will not fall easily."

Camille followed Tang Ze into the bathroom and looked at Tang Ze who was slowly wiping his hands in front of the sink, his tone very affirmative.

"Agent Camille." Tang Ze stood up straight, observing the serious-looking Camille in the mirror, and spoke slowly, "You trust Xiuyi a lot, and you seem to trust me too. Is it because of the attitude he shows?"

As an undercover agent, Tang Ze is indeed reliable and has almost never failed. So far, let alone arousing suspicion, the organization's attention has always been trapped in the trap of his most superficial identity. They have not found the exit of the maze, let alone see through the puzzle.

However, work ability is work ability. In this kind of intelligence war, trust is more important than ability.

It takes great courage to accept this special source of information who has no origin, whose abilities are a mystery, and whose origins cannot be explained.

It's not surprising to Karasawa that Shuichi Akai did this. It's a bit interesting that the FBI behind him also had the same thinking.

"Mr. Akai is a top-notch expert. You probably won't find anyone better than him in the FBI. But I don't think so because of this." There was no trace of joking on Kamal's face, and his already fierce face looked even colder and harder. "Even before he was exposed, he had already noticed your extraordinary qualities. But he never reported anything back."

It is certainly not just Shuichi Akai who noticed Tang Ze's extraordinary skills in physical skills, thinking, anti-reconnaissance ability, firearms use, etc., but it is of course he, as the leader, who decides what news to send back and how to write the intelligence content.

Rye Whiskey appeared in Tokyo in order to monitor Karasawa, and this task naturally fell on the FBI as assisting personnel.

A single agent carrying out tracking might not have noticed it, but Shuichi Akai, the commander who was responsible for integrating information and leading the overall situation, must have noticed it.

Until his identity was exposed and he escaped from the organization's pursuit, including when he returned to Tokyo and contacted Karasawa again, Shuichi Akai always kept this information secret.

"From that time on, I felt that Mr. Akai must be guarding against something. Although I don't know what decision he made in the end, I believe that he must have taken these factors into consideration when making this decision." Kamil's logic was unexpectedly clear.

"Well, I understand what you mean. You think that the fundamental reason why Brother Xiuyi made some decisions was because of my situation." Tang Ze nodded. "So, do you want an answer from me today?"

His answer was ambiguous, but in fact, Camel had already gleaned part of the answer from his tone. The deed was done, and Conan might mistakenly believe that Tang Ze's current unperturbed behavior meant he was unaware of Akai Shuichi's death. Camel, however, who understood the implications of Tang Ze's multiple identities, wouldn't think that way.

There are some similarities in the basic personalities of Karasawa and Akai Shuichi. For example, they both attach great importance to the concepts of family and companions.

Kamil knew that if there really was any secret in this plan, the only reason he didn't know about it was probably because he hadn't been fully accepted by Shuichi Akai as a companion.

And as much as Akai Shuichi values ​​Tang Ze, Tang Ze will value Akai Shuichi as much. It is impossible for either of them to let the other die.

"No, I know that some secrets cease to be secrets once they are heard by others. I just wish..."

Kamal straightened his back, and the military temperament in him finally dissipated.

"...One day, I'll be worthy enough to be someone you can trust."

In other words, his guess was similar to Judy's.

Although he couldn't be sure of Shuichi Akai's survival status, he didn't believe that Shuichi Akai was someone who would sit there and wait for death.

Perhaps for some reason, Akai Shuichi must use death to erase his own existence, but it must be...

"Sure, we'll see each other again."

Who... who is speaking...

"boom--"

Hearing the movement in the back seat of the car, Miyano Akemi pressed down her exaggerated glasses and glanced at the woman who had somehow fallen asleep in the back seat.

The silver-haired woman held up her neatly tied ponytail, sat up blankly from the blanket, held her forehead, and looked out of the car.

This exaggerated red Lamborghini is one of the early movable assets of the Phantom Thieves.

Whenever they need to use a more flamboyant and exaggerated identity, such as makeup artist May, pianist Chao Ju Zhengsi, etc., they will use this eye-catching sports car, which can be regarded as part of the sense of ritual.

This is quite stimulating for Curacao, whose only memories now are of being homeless, staying in an orphanage, and being taken away by an organized shelter. Miyano Akemi also understands this.

"You can sleep a little longer if you feel uncomfortable. I will pay attention to controlling the speed." With such considerate words in a gentle voice, Miyano Akemi passed the intersection smoothly and drove onto the bridge.

Curacao was stunned for a moment, still feeling the gentle voice as if coming from a dream lingering in his ears, and his eyes turned aimlessly to the outside of the car.

The sky is clear and blue, and only a few wisps of light clouds can be seen under the clear sky. Today is a beautiful day with sunny skies.

This makes the open water under the bridge look even more blue, and even the industrial atmosphere of the port, which used to be slightly gray, has been washed away. The huge Ferris wheel is even brighter and more eye-catching under the sun.

"Is that the amusement park..."

As if attracted by the scene outside the window, Curacao moved closer to the car window on that side, put his face close to it, and stared at her without blinking.

She had never seen such a scene, but the Ferris wheel standing in the center of the building was so eye-catching.

Although the style of the amusement park was completely different from what she had imagined, with its modern decoration, she instinctively smiled in anticipation.

"It's an aquarium," Miyano Akemi corrected gently. "This is the recently renovated Toudou Aquarium, and it hasn't been open long. Do you like the ocean?"

"...I like it." Curacao stared intently, and nodded without hesitation when he heard it.

She had only seen the sea in old books she picked up before.

The nuns at the orphanage were very nice and would tell them fairy tales, so Sonya had heard quite a few stories about the sea.

She also once longed for the day when she would grow up, go to school, learn to read, have enough food to eat, and live a good life. She wondered if one day she would be able to see the sea.

The endless, turquoise sea hides shipwrecks, treasures, and kind mermaids... In short, it is definitely better than the gray window of the welfare home where you can only see a snowy field.

Unfortunately, later...

...Hmm? What happened next?
Some images flashed quickly before her eyes, and when she tried to capture them, a subtle sense of fear captured her again.

Curacao raised his hand and pressed his temple, which was beginning to throb with pain.

It seemed as if even her brain was warning her not to think about it, not to think about it any further. If she took one more step forward, her dream would wake her up...

Perhaps noticing her discomfort, Miyano Akemi's non-aggressive voice came at the right moment: "Have fun later. Don't worry, this is a good place, you won't encounter any bad people."

While comforting Curacao, whose condition was fluctuating, Miyano Akemi glanced subtly at the Toudou Aquarium, which was like an island on the water outside the bridge and was connected to the land.

Interestingly, business at amusement parks in Tokyo doesn’t seem to be doing so well recently.

Even Akemi Miyano suspected that this place would need renovation. Perhaps for some reason, the internal competition in their industry had become too exaggerated recently. Ordinary amusement parks could no longer make a name for themselves and could only try to carve out a future in the differentiated track.

For example, this so-called world's first double-wheeled Ferris wheel.

You have to separate a good Ferris wheel into two parts, north and south, under the euphemism of "each has a different view". In fact, isn't it just taking a normal Ferris wheel that can see both sides and selling you two parts?

Aside from being able to carry more people at once, which makes the park more profitable, its only advantage is probably that it's relatively new. I don't see the practical significance of this design at all...

But it's also true that Dorobiga Park has added new facilities and floating islands, and Fantasy Park, whose operator was wiped out, has made great efforts in marketing reuse. You can see huge advertisements when driving on the road - there are even close-ups of Goro Akechi on them - and for the sake of popularity, they have even hyped up Ito Suehiko who went there. In order to build word of mouth and overcome the public relations crisis caused by the explosion, they have also worked very hard.

Our peers are so competitive that inventing concepts and creating new words for a "Ferris wheel" that is just a big, meaningless Ferris wheel can be considered part of our competitiveness.

(End of this chapter)