Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 1120 Eat two fish for one fish

Conan, who was frowning and flipping through his phone, suddenly raised his head.

"You've seen it? Where?"

Yoshida Ayumi also frowned, tapped her cheek, and recalled it seriously. After a while, she shook her head uncertainly: "I don't remember it very clearly... but I'm sure I saw it somewhere..."

"Yes, sister, your eyes are very special. You will definitely remember them once you see them."

"This is really the color of my eyes, not some cosmetic contact lenses or something..."

"Heterochromia iridum has been introduced in many programs. I say, Yuantai, don't just watch cartoons on TV."

"Heterochromia iridum? What a strange name."

"That's not a name..."

The three children chattered in their childish voices, which quickly softened Curacao's confused and helpless expression, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Ah, look, your sister is laughing at you." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was stunned for a moment, and quickly poked Genta Kojima.

"What are you guys doing here..."

Dr. Agasa, panting, finally caught up with them. He managed to stand up and looked at the children gathered in front of the bench, confused.

"Doctor, you're just in time. This sister seems to have encountered some kind of accident or mishap, and now I can't get anything out of her except her name." Conan looked at the only adult in the team and gave a clear answer, "What should we do now?"

"Hey, you only know your name? Home address? Phone number, or perhaps the names of your relatives? Did you leave the hospital, or did you encounter some other situation?"

Curacao looked at Dr. Agasa with a kind expression, and just shook his head silently in response to his questions. When he mentioned the hospital, he couldn't help but shrink his shoulders.

Maybe it was because of the experience of being trapped in the hospital by the FBI a few days ago, where she didn't even dare to open the curtains, but whenever she heard this word, she would imagine the white ceiling, the blue curtains, the cold injection that kept dripping into her veins, and...

With her fingers curled up and tightly fastened on her skirt, Curacao could no longer hold back and raised her voice when she heard them say, "If we really can't find any information, we have to call the police for help."

"No! Don't call the police! No, I can't go back to the hospital!"

Curacao opened her eyes wide, her voice almost breaking, fear and anxiety made her bright eyes dim.

"Why? Sister Sonia, is there something wrong? You can't let the police know, or is it?" Haibara Ai was surprised for a moment, but quickly adjusted her tone.

Conan, who was standing next to her, frowned even deeper.

Seeing the resistance on the other person's face, and then looking carefully at those eyes, Conan's consciousness finally returned, and he compared the delicate face in front of him with the face he saw in the hospital.

- In order not to stimulate the patient, and because Rena Mizunashi was not actually unconscious and had been participating in their discussions and meetings, Conan was actually not impressed by the appearance of another codenamed member found by the FBI.

Since the other party claimed that he had lost his memory after waking up, after a few days, the hospital also believed that what he said was true, and that the amnesia might really be caused by trauma and psychological stimulation. Conan focused his energy on Akai Shuichi's plan and did not pay much attention to the other corner of the ward which had been silent and quiet.

Even if we need to deal with it, we have to wait until the other party's memory recovers.

The Curacao standing in front of him now had a different hairstyle. After being groomed, she no longer looked as confused and pale as she did in the hospital. It was not until he saw her extremely excited expression because of the hospital and the police that Conan slowly remembered this guy who was deliberately let go by Shuichi Akai.

According to Shuichi Akai, letting her escape was also part of the plan to distract the organization's followers. In addition, a code member with amnesia would be a headache for them in their hands, but in Gin's hands, it would be a headache for Gin.

Conan, having accepted the plan, had no reason to stop it; he simply stuck on the transmitter as he always did. After the transmitter failed, he did not continue to try to track it down.

No matter how harmless she looks after losing her memory, and no matter how likely it is that she comes from a lower class background and was once an innocent victim, even without losing her memory, she is a dangerous element with a code name in the organization and a completely unstable factor.

The focus of the plan is to ensure the safety of Rena Mizunashi and to prepare a grand "death" for Shuichi Akai. The plan is already complicated enough, and any side issues will only increase the difficulty.

Conan could understand the underlying logic behind Shuichi Akai's handling of the matter, and therefore, after realizing the identity of the woman in front of him, he couldn't help but feel like he was hit on the back of the head by a thrown boomerang.

...After all this time, the organization still doesn't have the energy to deal with her.

He silently deleted the address of a police officer from the Investigation Division 1 that he had already entered and sent the email to a new number.

Regarding that "unplanned little accident," after she woke up, her memory only returned to around the age of 10, didn't it?

The reply from the other party came very quickly. It was obvious that this person was still adapting to his new identity and had quite a lot of free time at the moment.

The assessment results are as follows. To be more precise, she's roughly recovered to the age of nine and a half. Based on the information I've received, she's likely like many children who were taken away from organizations at a very young age, coming from a slum or orphanage.

[That kind of identity has almost no basis for origin, and even if it goes missing, it won't be discovered.]

【Yes, you understood it correctly.】

What did she call herself?

【Sonia.】

Bingo. That's it.

After getting the answer and realizing that he had not lost his sharpness, Conan felt extremely complicated.

He tried to avoid any contact and communication with Curacao as much as possible in order to avoid any sympathy that a planner should not have towards the innocent Curacao who had lost her memory, and also to prevent her from having an impression of him, a kid who had sneaked into the FBI, after her memory was restored, which would trigger more chain reactions.

Despite all the precautions, the intersection still happened...

By the time Conan sent the email to confirm, the enthusiastic kids had already taken the conversation to another level.

"Maybe they've encountered some difficulties. I read in the newspaper that many people have bad relationships with their parents and run away from home..."

"If they're sick or something, you can't stimulate the patient."

"You don't want to call the police, maybe it's something like smuggling?"

"Hiss, stowaway, then encountered an accident, and was washed here?"

Just as Curaçao stood up uneasily, preparing to leave temporarily because of the issue of calling the police, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Curaçao immediately turned her head, almost instinctively making a defensive move, only to see a familiar face.

It cannot be said that they are very familiar with each other. Strictly speaking, they have not met many times. Since she woke up until now, she has only seen this person a few times in the past two days, and the other party came and went in a hurry. Apart from asking her a few questions, there was no other contact.

But for some reason, just by looking at this gentle face, Curacao couldn't help but smile and instinctively relaxed, as if the person standing in front of him was not a young boy, but a teacher or nun who gave him a lot of warmth and made him instinctively want to trust.

"We won't call the police. Don't be nervous. Since you don't know what happened to you, why don't you let us help you?" Feeling the arm in his palm relax, Tang Ze released the force and persuaded gently, "Going somewhere else now won't solve your problem. The children are very capable, maybe they can find out what happened to you."

Tang Ze said this, turned his head and winked at the three naughty kids.

The children who received the hint became excited and energized.

"Yes, sister, leave it to us!"

"We're going to find out what happened to my sister. Because we are—"

"——The Boy Detectives!"

Curacao was a little slow before turning his attention to the three children who rushed up and surrounded him.

"Let's ask first if there's anyone who knows my sister."

"Yes, such a beautiful big sister, if anyone has seen her, they will definitely be impressed."

"Let's ask around here and look for the missing sister. Maybe she's also looking for Sister Sonya..."

Perhaps because he was in a relaxed mood, even though Tangze had not let go of his hand, Curacao did not show any resistance and nodded with a smile.

"Thank you then, um, thank you too."

This gentle thank you, in the eyes of others, means that he has calmed down and accepted the advice, but in Conan's ears, it has another meaning.

"Are you really not going to call the police?" Feeling something was wrong, Huiyuan Ai watched the three children excitedly dragging Curacao along and ran. She reached out and tugged at Conan's clothes, "This isn't very appropriate..."

Let three first-grade primary school students, especially those who are so restless and mischievous, take care of another adult who is obviously a person with limited civil capacity. If something goes wrong, no matter which side it is, it will be hard to say who will be held accountable.

"We really can't call the police." Conan's expression was a little serious, his fingers moving quickly, and he had already started sending emails. "Go and remind Tang Ze to pay attention to her actions. If there is anything wrong, subdue her immediately."

"Hmm?" Huibara Ai tilted her head, confused by his sudden instruction.

"This guy... maybe he's from the organization."

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Hearing the ringing of her cell phone, Vermouth put the materials in her hand back into her makeup bag and picked up the phone to confirm the identity of the caller.

If it was still Bourbon, she would have to mock the other party harshly before hanging up the phone, so as to prevent the guy from falling into an inexplicable state of excitement again.

Sometimes, it's hard to tell whether Bourbon truly harbors a complex mix of hatred towards Shuichi Akai, or whether she's been using this emotion to her advantage, gain control of the narrative, or both. Even someone as cunning as Rum could hardly tell.

But no matter what the situation is, it takes time to prepare disguise props for a layman who has no idea how to disguise himself and to cooperate with his plan.

If he dared to urge her again in the morning and in the afternoon, she would quit and let Bourbon confront her and Kumail.

Thinking of this, when she saw the caller ID clearly, Vermouth raised her eyebrows.

"Why are you calling at this hour?" With the phone tucked between her shoulders, Vermouth's tone hinted at a smile. "Could it be that Bourbon is also tormenting you? Then I'll feel better."

"What Bourbon?" A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a very noisy background. "What does Bourbon want to talk to you about?"

It wasn't Kumail's voice, it was Tang Zezhao's.

That means the other party is currently using Tang Zezhao's identity... Then it would be very strange to call her directly.

"...If it's not about Bourbon, then why did you call me suddenly?" Vermouth suppressed the smile on her face and wiped the mirror which was slightly moist.

"Of course it's my own mission. Curacao, I think I found her."

"where?"

"Toudou Aquarium."

Vermouth narrowed her eyes, spent a few seconds recalling the information related to the name, and reviewed the general topographic map in her mind, and then she understood something.

Yes, the location where the bridge fell in Curacao is actually very close to the estuary where the Dongdu Aquarium is located.

If Curacao escaped from a car accident and was swept down by the current, it is very likely that it would have arrived near the aquarium.

It's fine during the day, but at night, the newly opened Toudou Aquarium's dazzling light show, fireworks, and the Ferris wheel that's as bright as a torch are simply the most attractive landmark.

Since Curacao had lost all her memories of the organization under Kumer's manipulation, it was indeed very likely that she, like a child, would find her way to the aquarium entrance...

"She's lucky." Vermouth replied in a very flat, unmoved voice, "And then, why did you call me? This is your own mission."

When she first proposed it, she gave her very clear opinion on how to deal with Curacao, whether to find her and kill her, or use other means to ensure that she can never recover her memory and spend the rest of her life in a place unknown to everyone like an ordinary disabled patient. That was a decision that Kumail had to make himself.

Kumail, who never lacks his own opinions, is not the type to rely on others for decision-making on everything, so it is impossible for him to ask the same question over and over again.

Repeated testing was unnecessary and could easily be seen as a sign of guilt. She thought Kumail was a smart man and would not do such a stupid thing.

"Why would I come to the aquarium for no reason?" Tang Ze on the other end of the phone asked in a persuasive manner.

"Of course it's because you're now...wait?"

"My mind has become smaller, so I can only follow the children to places that children like to go. It sounds really pitiful, right?" Tang Ze answered with a double entendre and a teasing tone.

(End of this chapter)