The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 1056 Epitaph of a Despicable Person

"What's that around his neck?"

Observing Yoji Motobashi from afar, Furiya Rei had a strange look on his face.

Yoji Motobashi was sitting in a wheelchair, looking extremely depressed, even still wearing his hospital gown.

——This is not difficult to understand. He is a burn patient with burns all over his body and is recovering.

Even if you ask him to wear proper clothes, he won't be able to do so.

And around his neck, there was a metal collar like handcuffs.

There were obviously special devices installed in the upper and lower metal structures, and brightly colored liquids like some kind of cocktail or sparkling water were flowing in the glass tubes.

There was no doubt that this thing had a problem, but the half-dead appearance of Yoji Motohashi made it difficult to tell whether it was a carefully designed device or some kind of medical equipment...

"It could be a special chemical." Kazami Yuya calmly analyzed, "It is very likely that Motobashi Yoji has been controlled by someone these past two days. This is probably some kind of poison, explosive, or something like that."

With Yoji Motobashi here, who obviously did not run away on his own initiative, it would be really difficult to get people to let down their guard and get close to him.

But considering Yoji Motobashi's identity and the professional ethics of the police, it is also difficult for the police to pretend not to see anything and ignore it when they find that his life is in some kind of threat.

"I'm even starting to find it a bit ironic." Fūya Rei folded his arms as he watched the scene and sneered.

At this point, no matter who kidnapped Yoji Motobashi, the role played by Yoji Motobashi himself is somewhat similar to the situation faced by Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda.

When Yoji Motobashi threatened Jinpei Matsuda with a large number of high-powered bombs placed in public places and caused him to die on the Ferris wheel, he probably didn't expect that one day he would be used as a bargaining chip to morally blackmail the police and force them to disregard their own safety in order to save the life of a criminal.

After laughing, he suppressed the little bit of emotion that he couldn't control and made two gestures to Fengjian Yuya.

"First, cut off the nearby communication signals and make sure there are no cameras or other devices broadcasting. Ask everyone in the group to pay attention to the network situation to avoid any misleading remarks..."

As he spoke, he raised his feet and prepared to walk towards Yoji Motobashi.

The criminal's target is obviously Furuya Rei, and that is the Furuya Rei who is a friend of Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei.

Then, no matter what the prisoner wants to do, he has to...

"Wait a mininute."

Before Furukaya Rei could step out from his hiding place, Kazami Yuya grabbed his arm and stopped his action.

Fūya Rei frowned and turned around to see the contents on the phone that Kazami Yuya was showing him.

The email, written in black on a white background, was brief.

【Don't go over there. Leave it to me. 】

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"...Damn it."

Pramya glanced at her watch and cursed softly as the hour hand was about to hit 6 o'clock.

In this weather, it was getting dark quite early. Although it was not yet 6 o'clock, the red afterglow had already filled the void of the abandoned building.

The deserted building is empty, with only the basic structure made up of gray cement brick walls. It is like a hole embedded in a red background, so monotonous that it makes people creepy.

This was the place Pramya had deliberately chosen. In such an open terrain, anyone who appeared here could not escape the observer's sight, so she would have ample time to monitor and make timely preparations for the next step.

And now, this environment obviously further stimulated Pramya's irritable mood, making her anxiously grasp the cuffs of her cloak, and she couldn't help picking at the fabric on top, feeling extremely anxious.

Her theoretical time to get off work was approaching, and in an hour at most, she would have to reach the meeting place agreed upon with the police and her fiancé.

After that, she had to live under the police's surveillance for many days. If she didn't complete this step today, she might never find a suitable opportunity again.

Pramya rubbed her right shoulder, her face looking very gloomy.

...And she would never let go of these policemen who had caused her endless trouble.

While she was rubbing her old wound and distracted for a moment, a figure finally appeared in front of Yoji Motobashi's wheelchair on the other side of the building.

Pramiya perked up and looked carefully, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

The person who came was wrapped even more tightly than she was now in the cloak.

He was wearing a pitch-black cloak, black clothes, and black pants. From a distance, it was almost impossible to tell anything about him except that he was a tall man.

This similar dress made Pramiya frown.

If she couldn't see clearly whether it was Furuya Rei or not, she couldn't take action.

She had gone to so much trouble, using her fiancé's connections to carefully learn from multiple police officers about the transfer time of Yoji Motobashi, and had taken such a seriously ill patient out of the hospital for several days, all in order to silence the last witness still alive.

If she fails to achieve her goal, all her planning for so long will go to waste...

The man in the cloak strode straight towards Yoji Motobashi, then bent down, looked at Yoji Motobashi, and said a few words.

At a distance of dozens of meters, she couldn't see clearly what the man said to Yoji Motobashi. She could only see that after the man said a few words, he made a movement that she couldn't tell whether he was taking off his hood or taking something off. Then Yoji Motobashi, who was paralyzed in the wheelchair, suddenly trembled violently and struggled.

Yoji Motobashi has been very restless these days.

I don't know what was wrong with him, but just two days after Motobashi Yoji was taken away by her, he suddenly started crying and said that he was guilty, that he was possessed by the devil and was hopeless, and that he wanted to confess to the victim and the victim's family.

It was disgusting enough to see an ordinary-looking man crying endlessly, but his words were even more disgusting. Pramya, who knew clearly that a revenge team of victims' families was chasing after her, was furious.

You're a fucking bomber too! You're a fucking bomber!

Even if you haven't successfully killed many people, you are a bomber who has caused many public safety accidents!

Cry, why are you crying? It's embarrassing!

With such a bad and collapsed mood, Pramia almost fixed Yoji Motobashi in the wheelchair, almost like a patient in a mental hospital, tied tightly with restraints.

Therefore, when Yoji Motobashi tried to move at this time, he was unable to break free from the wheelchair, making it impossible to tell whether he was calling for help or trying to escape.

I have to admit that the person who came was dressed somewhat similar to her, which did make Pramya feel even more unhappy.

What the pretentious criminals hate most is criminals who are more pretentious than themselves.

It took her a while to suppress her urge to press the detonator right away and wait patiently for the development of the situation.

After saying a few words, the man in black robe took a few steps back, as if he had no intention of touching Yoji Motobashi at all. He turned around and disappeared into the shadow of the stairs.

Pramiya frowned, wondering whether the other party had called the police and whether to detonate the bomb now to destroy the body and leave, when another person came up the stairs from the other side.

This time, his face was not covered, but he was still not Furuya Rei.

This is a man who is not very tall. One can vaguely see his body shape that is between a teenager and a young man, his brown hair, and the black windbreaker he is wearing.

Pramia, who was far away, could not recognize him, but Furukaya Rei, who was standing in another direction and a little closer, knew clearly that the person coming was Tang Ze.

Moreover, it was Karasawa who disguised himself as Goro Akechi, but he was not wearing the classic suit.

This state generally represents Tang Ze at this moment, and his identity is——

"Kumair. You can call me, Kumail."

Taking off his sunglasses, Tang Ze looked at Yoji Motobashi, who had a mixed expression of fear and shock in front of him, and smiled with his eyes curved.

"Although I know that you have never heard of my name at your level, my habit is to try not to let the dying go with regrets. So out of courtesy, I can tell you my code name."

"Mr. Fūya..."

Although it was still difficult to hear every word Tang Ze said at a distance of more than ten meters, some vague words still came through due to the sound field formed by the abandoned building where they were.

Yuya Kazami took a step forward and looked at Rei Furugaya hesitantly, indicating whether he should take the next step.

However, Furiya Rei just frowned even deeper, made a gesture to keep quiet, and said nothing.

Regardless of his identity as Toru Amuro or Bourbon, he is Kumail's closest colleague.

If Tangze showed up as Kumail without giving him any instructions in advance or even a phone call, that would mean something.

[The organization is monitoring this place. I cannot show up now.]

After quickly typing this line on the address book, Furugaya Rei showed it to Kazami Yuya, while hiding his body deeper behind the concrete pillar.

So this is why Tang Ze would rather use Noah's Ark to remind them first.

The criminal has always been targeting public security police officer Furuya Rei.

Bourbon had no reason to be in this place, and if someone saw this, it would be a real problem.

"Actually, I don't need to say this to you. After all, you are insignificant to me and to us. But you are too careless in doing things. If you want to be a scumbag, just be a scumbag honestly. Why do you always try to prove something to the world?" Tang Ze asked with a real confusion.

It's true that Yoji Motobashi is trash, but he doesn't think so.

Even now, after having changed his mind, this person no longer sees himself as a social scum, but rather as a kind of "talent who has used his talents in the wrong place."

This is the part that Tang Ze finds most incomprehensible about him.

"I don't mean to mock you, but to be honest, Mr. Motohashi, making explosives is not a talent. All it requires is electrical and chemical knowledge, as well as enough patience and carefulness." Tang Ze said sincerely, "The bombs you carefully designed are indeed very complicated, but no matter which time, the only reason you succeeded in the end was that the people you threatened were good people."

Even Jinpei Matsuda, who was able to easily defuse the Pramia bomb, was not defeated by the bomber's resourcefulness.

He was defeated by his own kindness and sense of responsibility, his own courage and morality.

So Tang Ze never thought that Motobashi Yoji was a powerful bomber...

"Meanwhile, nobleness is the epitaph of nobles. You are just ugly enough." Tang Ze stated the facts he wanted to say in a gentle and slow tone, "You are ugly enough and have no bottom line, so those who have a bottom line cannot defeat you."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out a piece of paper from the chest of his clothes and slowly threw it towards Yoji Motobashi.

The light paper flew out of his hand, but as if it was pulled by something, it landed accurately on the knees of Yoji Motobashi who was unable to move.

It was a developed photograph.

In the photo, Kenji Hagiwara and Jinpei Matsuda are fighting over something.

This was an impossible photo, and Yoji Motobashi's eyes widened instantly.

Because the Hagiwara Kenji in the photo still looks like he did when he died. In his early 20s, he has an indelible youthful vigor on his face, and it is obvious that he is a newcomer to the society.

But Matsuda Jinpei, who was holding his head with his arms, was trying to figure out something, but he was wearing his usual pair of black sunglasses. Although the face behind the sunglasses was a little bit out of shape because of his grinning, it was obvious that he was not that young anymore.

This is 22-year-old Kenji Hagiwara and 26-year-old Jinpei Matsuda.

Below the photo, a line of words was written in fast and flowing handwriting.

【Not to mention, your meanness did not succeed at all. 】

"It's a pity that I don't have any bottom line." Tang Ze smiled and didn't give Motobashi Yoji the chance to yell. He took a step forward and pinched his neck, "Come, look into my eyes... Tell me, who took you away..."

Feeling that the situation was getting out of control, Pramiya used the brick wall as a cover and slowly approached. As soon as she got closer, she heard these words.

Her eyes behind the mask widened for a moment.

Yoji Motobashi, who was strangled by Tang Ze, had no way to dodge and could only look into those golden eyes.

The moment his eyes met, a vague melody, which came from nowhere, faintly reached Motobashi Yoji's ears.

The twisted and frightened expression on Yoji Motobashi's face relaxed in an instant.

A subtle expression, as if seeing a beautiful dream, spread across his face, causing an almost dreamy smile to appear on his relatively intact face.

As if hypnotized, he slowly opened his mouth.

"It was a... blonde, woman... She caused an explosion... The ambulance flipped over, and then, I..."

Before he could continue, a clear electronic voice came.

Yoji Motobashi woke up instantly, raised his hand, and grabbed the collar around his neck with a look of horror, and grabbed Tang Ze's hand wrapped in a black glove.

"Help, save me, save——"

Tang Ze, who was holding his neck, smiled.

Then gently, push him back.