The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 1010 It is understandable that pigeons go crazy

Upon hearing the news that Oikawa Takeyori and Kanhara Haruhito were missing, Nakamori Ginzo's expression became gloomy.

"Inspector Nakamori, your people from the Second Investigation Section also failed to find out where Takeyori Oikawa went?"

"No. The house is now surrounded by police, and reporters are blocking the door. Windows and other entrances and exits are all closed. The only way in and out is the front door." Nakamori Ginzo added with a stern face.

In other words, the two people who mysteriously disappeared disappeared from the building in front of a large number of police officers and reporters.

"What about the studio?"

"Of course not. Someone is watching the surveillance video the whole time."

"Hmm..." Maori Kogoro touched his chin and pondered, "This is a bit difficult. Could it be that Kaito Kidd took them both away as well?"

"How can we take two living people away? And what are we going to do with them?" Nakamori Ginzo's train of thought was interrupted again, and he squinted at Maori Kogoro, "Besides, it's very difficult to do so."

"It's not impossible," Maori Kogoro said seriously, "There are ventilation ducts, ceiling mezzanines and other places where people can hide. In addition, we can't rule out the possibility of other tricks. According to my recent experience, this kind of mountain building may have secret passages and dark rooms. After all, Oikawa Takeyori is a painter of some fame, so catching him is meaningful."

"What about the old man? Kanhara Haruhito hasn't touched a brush for ten years because of his hand injury." Nakamori Ginzo rolled his eyes. "And if he wants to catch the richest painter here, he should catch the uninvited Kitagawa Yusuke. That guy's paintings have been sold for prices that exceed the prices of Oikawa Takeyori more than once."

"Then I really don't know why he arrested people."

"You might as well say that they were silenced by Kidd because they discovered something Kidd was doing. That sounds more reliable."

"...In that case, I think we should start the investigation with Takeyori Oikawa." Conan did not get involved in the almost nonsensical speculations of the two middle-aged men.

He recalled the strange atmosphere that had lingered around the father-in-law and son-in-law, Takeyori Iikawa and Haruhito Kanhara, since he entered the building.

Kanhara Haruhito, who is hesitant to speak and always wants to find a chance to communicate with Iikawa Takeyori, and Iikawa Takeyori, who tries every means to avoid facing his father-in-law...

The reasons for disappearance may be more meaningful than the disappearance itself.

Conan, who had known more than once that Kaito Kid and Joker were hanging out together, completely skipped the analysis of how the two disappeared and started thinking directly about why they were captured.

After all, what is the point of thinking in such an incredible situation?

You thought about it for a long time, and then the Phantom Thief of Heart said, "Ah, we used a special way to transport the people out." Doesn't this make your reasoning seem like a joke?

"That's true. From the moment I came in here, I felt that Mr. Oikawa was in a very bad state." Mao Lilan nodded, agreeing with this idea, "He looked very nervous and in a very low mood. But he still pretended to be cheerful and hospitable..."

"Maybe the Kidd incident was just a cover-up, and Takeyori Iikawa wanted to take the opportunity to cover up some things..." Kogoro Mori did not object to their speculation and nodded slowly.

Ginzo Nakamori, who was standing next to them, looked at the three of them singing in unison and the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious. Veins on his forehead suddenly popped out.

"…Who allowed you guys to make decisions here? This is our second division's law enforcement scene. If the detectives want to perform, go to first division!"

"Oh, Inspector Nakamori, I think this direction makes sense..." Kogoro Mouri argued.

"We asked you to come here because the client, Oikawa Takeyori, insisted on asking." Nakamori Ginzo's thoughts suddenly became clear. "Now that the client himself has disappeared, his wishes can be temporarily ignored!"

Nakamori Ginzo suddenly felt his back straighten up and pointed at the door with full energy.

This is the room used to access the cameras installed in the studio. Now as the police officers enter one after another, it has become a temporary command room.

"Get out! The police are enforcing the law, we don't need detectives to come and tell us what to do!"

"Hey, Nakamori Police Department...!"

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At this moment, the missing Takeyori Iikawa, who they were worried about, was standing in front of a long gallery.

He looked at this inexplicable corridor that seemed to have no end and no origin, with a look of surprise and doubt on his face.

He didn't know how he got to this place, let alone where he was.

Takeyori Oikawa only remembered that he followed Haruhito Kanhara into the room very impatiently, ready to hear what his father-in-law, with whom he already had serious disagreements, had to say.

His mentality was not to listen to what the other person had to say nicely, but to hear what last words the other person had to say.

He had complicated feelings towards Kamiyahara Haruhito, and the reason he had the intention to kill him was because the pain and hatred in his heart were almost uncontrollable.

Kanhara Haruhito was the culprit for his current situation. After the last argument with the other party, he no longer intended to reconcile, but wanted to choose a more extreme path, to send away this person who caused him so much pressure, and the painting that had never been released and would never be released.

When Haruhito Kanhara stood in the room and mentioned today's plan again, asking if he could find a compromise so that the police could temporarily put aside this purely fabricated preview of Kaito Kid, Takeyori Iikawa's expression could hardly contain the anger and malice that was rising up in his face.

"And then, I will face the TV station, the media and the public and show them the so-called Qing Lan which is still completely blank! Qing Lan has already been stolen, stolen by your promise that completely disregarded my wishes! Are you happy to see that I can't even pick up the paintbrush because of the pain like you?!"

A complex expression of pain and guilt appeared on Haruhito Kanhara's face.

He looked at his son-in-law with a ferocious expression, sighed, and was about to say something when he suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked behind Takeyori Ishikawa.

The next second, before he could even react to the meaning of the other person's expression, Takeyori Ishikawa's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he appeared in this strange corridor.

Both ends of the corridor were hidden in darkness, and even if I looked far away, I couldn't tell which side might be the exit.

The floor was covered with a dark red carpet, the color of which seemed like solidified blood, and the soft fabric was enough to drown out any sound of footsteps.

The walls on both sides are made of marble, with beautifully framed paintings placed on the left and right.

Each one is covered with a red curtain.

…The color is exactly the same as the curtain in his studio.

Oikawa Takeyori's face was gloomy.

This design, no matter how the person brought him here, is almost telling him clearly that you should lift the curtain of the painting and find out what's inside.

But after being sure that he could not see the result no matter how hard he looked, he raised his hand and lifted the red cloth painted beside him.

Even though you know the other party's purpose, you still have to follow the route designed by the other party. This feeling is very bad.

The red curtain slid to the ground and landed on the carpet, as if a drop of blood fell into a pool of blood, without distinguishing between you and me.

Oikawa Takeyori stared at the contents on the canvas with his eyes widened.

In the frame is a landscape painting in green tones.

The swaying treetops and meadows, the thick clouds covering the sky, the flowing shadows and grass leaves that seem to breathe...

Anyone standing in front of this painting will feel as if the cool breeze from the painting is blowing across their cheeks.

Realizing something, Takeyori Iikawa lowered his head to look at the bronze plaque inlaid under the picture frame.

Sure enough, the name of the painting was engraved on the bronze plaque.

"Qinglan".

It was also while lowering his head that Takeyori Iikawa saw a piece of paper stuck on the edge of the picture frame.

The red and black concentric circles guide people's eyes to the flame-like logo in the middle. There is no doubt that this is the preview letter of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts.

Oikawa Takeyori's fingertips trembled for a moment before he took it off the frame and turned it over.

【This is a gallery with no exit, just like your sad fate of not being able to find an exit.

Find it out, find it among so many forgeries.

That breeze was blown for you by someone else, Qinglan. 】

Takeyori Iikawa raised his head and looked at the paintings hidden behind the curtains in the front and back of the gallery.

Realizing something, he quickly walked to the next painting and pulled down its curtain as well.

It was another painting, a landscape painting with the same tone as the previous "Qing Lan", but the brushstrokes and light and shadow were completely different from the previous one.

As Takeyori Iikawa figured out what he might have encountered, he felt dizzy.

He could not feel the warm and gentle early summer breeze in the picture. He only felt that the faint air flow was extremely cold, as if it was going to blow through every bone in his body and scrape off his flesh and blood.

The Phantom Thieves of Hearts targeted him because of his murderous intent towards his father-in-law and his selfish desire to use Kaito Kid to restore his own reputation.

They wanted him to find the so-called "Qinglan" among these paintings that did not belong to him at all.

It was Qing Lan again, and this inexplicable wind that ran through his miserable life, as if it couldn't be stopped at all...

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"This is the theater that Noah built, right?"

Seeing that Tang Ze was staring at his phone without looking up, Kuroba Kaito, who was standing next to Tang Ze, came over to take a look and immediately became interested.

Now Nakamori Ginzo in the room is shouting and yelling, trying to put the blame of the disappearance of the two people on the head of this innocent and wrongly accused thief.

He did ask Tang Ze for help because he was about to be harmed again, but that was his entire involvement in the case.

It's easy to tell that the two missing people must have been attacked by other members of the Phantom Thieves and taken away quietly.

Apart from this, he had no idea about Tang Ze's subsequent plans, and was very curious about what they were going to do.

"Yes, this is Noah's 'game'." Tang Ze nodded.

Oikawa Takeyori does have a place in the hall, because he can be considered a guy who was more or less played around by fate and had an extreme personality.

But considering that his murderous intent can be seen now, his palace must be a very dangerous scene.

You can't just stuff ordinary people into the temple without caring about the life or death of the murderer just to give him a slap in the face, right?

So naturally, Takeyori Iikawa was stuffed into Noah's hall, standing in the small homework that Noah copied from the blue castle, ready to replicate a wave of "Sayuri" to find fault.

"Oh, so you think he's not hopeless yet." Kuroba Kaito almost immediately understood Tang Ze's subtext and nodded in realization, "I haven't even studied his situation in detail yet."

The whole thing was a pure misfortune for Kaito Kidd who was hit.

Kuroba Kaito really didn't know much about Oikawa Takeyori, the person who framed him.

"To put it simply, his wife met with an accident, but she didn't die directly in the natural disaster. Instead, after being rescued, she was treated in the ICU for a long time, which delayed her life a lot." Tang Ze shrugged and explained, "You know, almost every minute and every second of this kind of patient's life is spent on money."

Although the roles are different, Karasawa, who has really experienced similar situations and had to stay in the intensive care unit, has witnessed too many similar families, so he can understand how Takeyori Iikawa has become what he is today.

Trying to save a dying patient is a very painful process.

It's not just the financial loss, but also the mental pain and distress.

The patient himself will suffer a lot, pain, loss of control of the body...

The posture of struggling on the brink of death must be very ugly. It will make people lose their dignity, and sometimes even lose the courage to live, and they just want to be relieved quickly.

The patient's family members will also be in great pain. Not only do they have to work hard and constantly pay attention to the patient's condition and worry, but they are also put in a dilemma under the urging of critical illness notices.

The money is gone, and the people may not be able to be saved. This sense of urgency is like a thorn in the back. The only thing that can support them is the last glimmer of luck.

Unfortunately, most of the time, luck is just luck.

"Oh, you mean, his fortune was spent because of his wife's accident." Kuroba Kaito understood.

"Well, he's just a painter. His family is indeed well-off, but not to the extent that he can squander money at will. So not only did he spend all his savings, but in order to raise money for treatment, he had to pick up a paintbrush and force himself to create."

Tang Ze said this, clicking the screen on his phone and switching to another scene.

In a dark room, Haruhito Kanhara sat in the middle of an armchair, staring at the only lit screen in front of him. He watched Takeyori Iikawa pacing back and forth in the gallery like a trapped beast, and his already cloudy eyes still showed a strong sadness.

"It was at this time that, in order to save his daughter and to prevent his son-in-law from losing both his money and his illness due to his daughter's injury, Mr. Haruhito offered a high price for Oikawa's third painting, promising him to give him the fourth one as well."

"Oh, so the money has been collected, the deadline has come, but I haven't painted a single stroke."

Kuroba Kaito suddenly understood.

After all, it is well known that for painters who fail to submit their manuscripts by the deadline, all kinds of accidents are likely to occur.

Being hospitalized, being sick, someone’s died in the family, breaking up with a lover, power outage, computer failure…

Accidents always coincide with deadlines. Isn’t that amazing?

"Well, he's just mad, and using me as an excuse to stand someone up is reasonable."