The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 1029: The method of confessing oneself without fighting

"Being a detective is indeed a good angle to observe murders."

After making sure that Morokuchi Yoshiki had taken the bait, Tang Ze adjusted the microphone on his collar and put on a business smile.

This was certainly not the kind of tape recorder that Dejima Kakuji loved to use, but rather a recorder that Karasawa took out with a microphone, using the excuse that he was in the habit of organizing a record of interviews, just in case.

"Yes, so I think that Mr. Kudo Yusaku can write such excellent mystery works. His experience as a detective assisting the police must have given him a lot of inspiration." Morokuchi Yoshiki revealed a bit of envy.

"Mr. Yusaku Kudo, as far as I know, he first encountered some murders by chance, showing keen insight, and then became a half-detective. Mr. Morokuchi, you can actually replicate this path." Tang Ze continued the conversation.

"...Then there's no need." Morokuchi Yoshiki's eyes shifted for a moment. "I'm used to this kind of quiet life alone. If I were asked to get involved in so many scenes full of negative emotions, I don't think I would be able to bear it. Besides, as Detective Maori said, the real murder case is completely different from the imagination. If it's written too close to reality, readers won't like it very much. You know, today's mystery novels are paying more and more attention to the shock and gorgeousness of the techniques..."

But of course the other two people sitting at the table noticed his evasive gaze.

Tang Ze understood his true thoughts.

This contains both fear and arrogance.

Although it is difficult to judge the incident of Editor Akibaba as murder in the legal sense, Zhukou Yiqi feels a little guilty because he knows what he did in the death of the law.

He has not yet officially embarked on the path of crime. He is a pervert, but he has not put it into practice many times.

At this stage, he had an instinctive sense of guilt and fear towards the real police system and just wanted to stay away from it.

Arrogance lies in his disdain for those methods that he considers to be "clumsy".

He called the core tricks of many detective novels today shocking and gorgeous, so the relatively ordinary real murders are a bit boring.

So Tang Ze followed his logic and asked, "Really? Are you the type who relies more on imagination? As far as I know, many mystery writers will make friends with a few detectives so that they can ask questions and get materials. If your style mainly relies on integration and fantasy in your mind, then you really have a very strong foundation."

"I should thank the staff who provided me with support and helped me collect the information..."

When this was mentioned, Zhukou Yigui's eyes did not avoid it, but he was obviously reluctant to discuss it in depth.

In order to verify his technique, or in other words, to deliberately torture people, he experimented on his former editor with the method of killing that he was about to write in his novel. This kind of thing would be sensational no matter how you tell it.

This is also why, even though he was quite proud of this in his heart, he only dared to say euphemistically that he understood the murderer's state of mind.

"Oh, I see. You asked the editor to be in charge of connecting with the police and detectives and helping you inquire and understand the case, right?" Tang Ze showed a look of realization. "It's understandable. Some writers are really not good at dealing with people."

This is to push his approach back to the ordinary way of collecting materials, and to intentionally or unintentionally praise the publishing house of Zhukou Yigui.

"Of course not." So Zhukou Yiqi almost subconsciously refuted this statement, "It's mainly medical information. Since you have read it, you may know that the most commonly used techniques in my works are almost all related to the human body itself."

"That's true. I'm impressed by many of your works, such as the method of using the blood of the dead to create traps and alibis." Tang Ze nodded in agreement, relaxing his vigilance, then turned around and asked Maori Kogoro, "Have you encountered similar cases?"

"...Of course." Maori Kogoro heard the direction of his conversation and deliberately showed a regretful expression. "Things like murder methods are often determined by the murderer's professional background, living habits, and most importantly, the relationship with the deceased."

"Oh, I understand what you mean. If you know the deceased very well, some people will choose to use the deceased's living habits. For example, where he goes during a fixed time period, when he goes out, and even what time he takes a shower, what coffee he likes to drink in the morning, etc..." Tang Ze also expressed similar feelings.

Zhukou Yigui, who likes to drink coffee in the morning, twitched his eyes again.

"I have read a few books by Mr. Morokuchi." Maori Kogoro felt that the time was right and began to discuss the topic in the direction they had agreed on last night. "There are a few techniques in the book that are indeed quite ingenious. However, if we want to completely distinguish them from real murders, I don't think that is entirely true. Although I solved the case in the end, at least the murderer succeeded in killing people."

"A similar case?" Zhukou Yiqi's attention was attracted again, and he couldn't help but ask.

Of course, he was not happy to see his work being belittled.

Deep down, he knew that he couldn't really experiment with the techniques in his works, but he was naturally dissatisfied when the detective said that the methods that had been proven on other people were worse than real murders based on just a few words.

However, Morokuchi Yoshiki was indeed curious about the murderer who used similar methods to his ingenious design.

"This is a case that happened in an apartment. When the deceased was found, the scene was very tragic... However, the police have not yet released the details, so I can't talk about it casually." Kogoro Mouri smiled apologetically.

This is a very normal self-deprecating statement, but in the eyes of Zhukou Yigui today, this smile is a bit superior and very dazzling.

"Don't worry, I will ask the writer not to include this part." Zhukou Yigui immediately pressed on, "There is no need to talk about specific information, just a few words about the techniques. This is also part of the purpose of our conversation, isn't it?"

"Well..." Kogoro Mouri pretended to be embarrassed and looked in the direction of Karasawa.

Having successfully aroused Zhukou Yiqi's interest and emotions, Tang Ze's eyes flashed slightly, and he began to put some random buffs on Zhukou Yiqi.

In fact, even if you don't do this, the situation is almost certain to be successful.

Of course, it was impossible for Tang Ze to just take out a simple tape recorder.

This type of recording with the microphone clipped on has a significant advantage, which is that the microphone needs to be clipped on each person's collar. In other words, it will be very close to the person.

So Tangze found a piece of suitable size from the x-alloy borrowed by Kuroba Kaito, stuffed it into the microphone, and clamped it on Morokuchi Yoshiki.

For a pervert like him, under the catalysis of x-alloy, his desires will only rise, and he will easily make irrational responses when his emotions are out of control.

But Tang Ze still chose to be cautious.

"Is it the case that happened at the port? I seem to have heard the police officers from the investigation section talking about it..." As he spoke, he glanced at Zhukou Yigui out of the corner of his eye.

Maori Kogoro took over the role quickly and got into the state immediately, frowning: "This kind of case is not something that can be casually discussed with outsiders. Which policeman said this? I have to go to the investigation department to reiterate the importance of this. You know, the reporters here are not easy to deal with..."

"I understand. Has there been a case in the past where a reporter disguised himself and tried to sneak into the police station to look through the files?" Tang Ze immediately followed up his words and said, "You are right. We should be more cautious. However, they didn't actually tell me the details. I just heard some of the content as I passed by. The deceased's blood was drained out of his body, right?"

This was some explosive information. Even Dejima Kakuji and others who were cooperating in the acting couldn't help but reveal an interested look. It was obvious that part of the media gene had awakened.

Maori Kogoro nodded solemnly, "Yes. That's why we discovered that the murderer injected anticoagulants into the victim's body in order to blur the time of the crime and leave himself a sufficient alibi."

"Is the murderer a doctor?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly.

"He has a certain medical background. The most important thing is that the deceased did have similar medical problems, so he always has some similar medicines at home..."

"Wow, he's stockpiling sensitive medical supplies at home?"

"No, the deceased ran a private clinic."

"Now I understand."

The two people seemed to have talked about everything, but also seemed to have talked about nothing, and just exchanged a few meaningless messages.

Zhukou Yigui opened his eyes wide, unconsciously revealing a bit of yearning and desire.

"Anticoagulants... why didn't I think of that? As expected, if we want to understand many things, we really need to strengthen our work on data..."

His mumblings were accurately transmitted through the microphone to the ears of several people wearing monitoring headphones nearby.

Several people exchanged glances, and their expressions became a little solemn.

It is not difficult to hear that Zhukou Yigui's desire to commit a crime was easily aroused by their words.

"That's why I said that it's best for mystery writers to collect more stories in real life." Tang Ze nodded with a smile, as if he didn't notice anything. "In your book Demon Sacrifice, the murderer actually has a similar medical background. If you take the initiative to contact detectives and police, you may be able to make a breakthrough in this area."

This was a fictitious case that he and Kogoro Mori had discussed privately, with the purpose of inciting Yoshiki Morokuchi.

For Zhukou, who had tried similar techniques on Akibari, it was difficult for him to resist this kind of scene similar to a peer exchange meeting.

"I've seen even more sensational methods. All I can say is that the murderer will do everything he can to escape legal sanctions." Kogoro Mouri said lightly.

"That's the truth." Tang Ze nodded again, "For example, the case in the high-rise apartment a few months ago."

"The one you took over?"

"Yes, I happened to be on my way to the TV station. Generally speaking, in a high-rise apartment, even if it is determined that the murderer may have used other passages to go in and out, it is unlikely that he would choose to go in and out directly through the balcony..."

"If you want to say that, I have a few examples. Do you remember the drug case at the Rice Flower Library some time ago?"

"I know. I heard that the murderer hid the drugs on top of the elevator, right?"

"He can't be considered the murderer. The victim was rescued by the police in time."

"Is that so? It seems so. Sorry, I've been dealing with so many cases that my memory is a little fuzzy..."

The two detectives chatted back and forth, with some truth and some lies mixed in their conversation.

The conversation strayed slightly from the original topic, but the protagonist, Morokuchi Masuki, couldn't care less right now.

He listened to it all almost eagerly.

After actually killing someone, his mentality has changed drastically.

When he hears about these cases filled with sensational news today, his first reaction is not the interest of a mystery writer in the material, but the slightly restless, irresistible desire to show off and compare of a rookie murderer who has escaped punishment.

This emotion grew further under the catalysis of many things and it was almost impossible to suppress it.

"It sounds like a very interesting experience..." Zhukou Yiqi said slowly.

"Oh, Mr. Zhukou. Sorry, I got too excited." Tang Ze stopped talking, "Let's talk about your novel again..."

"No, no, your conversation is a real treasure for mystery writers." Zhukou Yiqi was no longer interested in novels. "Can we talk more about the techniques? Of course, I won't use them verbatim in the novel."

"If you put it that way... there are indeed some examples."

The discussion about the methods used in real murders lasted for more than twenty minutes.

Even though the conversation had deviated from the original topic, since the participants and the staff nearby had no intention of stopping it, they naturally chatted for a long time.

It was not until Dejima Kakuji came up and said that the tape had run out and needed to be replaced or a new tape was needed that Morokuchi Masuki woke up.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Sorry, I'm a little too excited." Morokuchi Yoshiki, who couldn't help but drink several cups of coffee, really needed to go to the bathroom.

"Understandable."

“It was also nice to talk to the teacher…”

Zhukou Yigui smiled apologetically, turned around and left.

The bathroom in his house is consistent with the decoration style of his villa. It is quite spacious and has French decoration with ample space, enough for people to relax and think.

Zhukou Yigui walked in and couldn't help but wash his face first.

His face was covered with sweat due to excitement and it was already a little sticky.

"There's actually such a method... I was too conservative in the past. Akibaba is already so obedient, so it's okay to use some extraordinary methods to test it. Tsk, it's troublesome, anal sex is not that easy to control, and if it's a woman, everyone will instinctively believe that she is being bullied. Otherwise, find a way to get the magazine to replace someone..."

He was talking to himself in the mirror and didn't notice that the red dot on the microphone on his collar, which should have been turned off, was flashing gently.