The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

The shrill noise of the helicopter tore through the surrounding air, and a huge shadow wrapped in the air flow enveloped Conan completely.

He kept his head up, staring at the helicopter above, pinching the temples of his glasses and adjusting the focus.

The other people in the helicopter were wearing noise-canceling headphones, and on such a night, it was almost impossible to make out any identifying features, but Gin's iconic silver hair could still be seen in such a dim environment.

Gin, gin again.

Driving a helicopter, they executed a codenamed member of an organization right in front of him...

No, this was even more direct and brutal than last time.

Conan slowly lowered his eyes, and the focus of the lens changed dramatically as his head shook, locking onto the sling that was being retracted.

The man hanging in a sling under the helicopter was not strong, but had a slender figure. His short hair was blown into a ball by the airflow and was being pulled upwards quickly by the people on the helicopter.

The aquarium was in darkness due to the power outage, and the fireworks that lit up at that moment were not enough for him to see the gunman's appearance clearly.

Apart from the black clothes, one could only barely estimate the other person's height and figure. Against the dark night sky, he looked like a colorless shadow.

A mystery that can never be solved.

Conan stared at the shadow that was rising higher and higher until it was dragged right under the helicopter. With the help of the tiny red light from the helicopter accessories, he was finally able to see a little bit of color.

Conan's eyes slowly widened.

While he was stunned, the gunman had already climbed up the helicopter's hatch and completely disappeared into the night.

Without bothering Gin for help, Tang Ze nimbly climbed onto the empty seat in the helicopter, picked up the noise-canceling headphones that no one was wearing, and put them on his head, talking to himself.

Due to the long distance, when he was pulled to the door, apart from being able to locate Conan's position, he could no longer see the expression on the other person's face.

I don’t know how many features Conan can distinguish, and whether he can see who the shooter is.

But Tang Ze has no time to think about these things for the time being.

While adjusting his mood and expression, he opened his interface as if nothing had happened and started operating, keeping a close eye on the positions and status of his teammates.

The reason why this is a risky plan is that Curacao is not his cooperation, and it is very difficult to achieve the same effect as Miyano Akemi did.

Even if Curacao has the potential in cognitive science, it would be extremely difficult to give her the power of a mask user and accept the effects of this type of potion in such a short period of time.

So even though it seemed from the interface that he had successfully used the potion on Curacao, Tang Ze's palms were still slightly sweaty.

If all these plans failed, then the person who actually killed Curacao would not be Gin but him.

"You're so slow." Tang Ze controlled his gaze and didn't follow the direction that indicated his teammates' positions. He spoke in his usual Kumail tone, "You should have informed me earlier, Gin-senpai."

The other party did not answer, but Gin could be heard making a nasal sound that was obviously a sneer through the headphones.

Not notifying him in advance can better confirm the completion of his task. Saying that Gin is clearing his suspicion is also based on the premise that he is really not a suspect.

This ever-present doubt is the underlying tone behind Gin's cautious actions, and it is destined to be so.

Tang Ze, who was very clear about Gin's behavior pattern, only complained symbolically, then changed the subject and asked about Vodka in the next sentence.

"How was my performance? Wasn't it good? Was the recording good looking? Let me see it too."

Vodka's fingers trembled on the keyboard. He glanced at Gin without saying anything.

"Did you choose that position on purpose because you knew you'd be under surveillance?" Gin raised his hand, stopping Tang Ze from reaching for the laptop, and asked, "How did you control Curacao?"

If the person being carried out the mission is not Curacao and is not a code name member, then this question does not need to be confirmed.

Kumail's abilities are there. Even without relying on violence, he can easily control a person's mind and it is not surprising that he can take the person anywhere.

But Curacao is not only a code name member, but also Rum's confidant, and is very close to the secrets. In other words, she has the organization's protective measures on her.

If she could be manipulated so easily, Kumail's danger level would need to be reassessed.

"'Control'? That's an exaggeration, Senior. I can't control her. And there's no need to control her." Tang Ze smiled. "Look at Curacao's situation. She's just a tool to be controlled by others, isn't she?"

Chianti, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a strange expression on his face for a moment, but he endured it and did not turn around to look at Kumail who was leaning on the back of the seat. He just silently took off the noise-canceling headphones on his head.

To be honest, she really had no interest in these confidential or experimental things.

Don't let her hear anything fatal, or else fall under the organization's supervision...

Being able to live freely, other things are not important. She is not that curious.

Gin looked at the inexplicably self-conscious Chianti before turning to Tang Ze, examining his expression critically. "You mean you did something similar to Rum?"

"Isn't that what Rum asked Senior Bourbon to take away?" Tang Ze shrugged, his expression a bit disgusted and bored. "It's all been taken away, so I have to use something else to temporarily replace it."

Although the principle is not explained, this can be considered a disguised explanation.

That is, he did not have the ability to influence the codenamed members by bypassing the organization's defense mechanism. The reason he was able to influence Curacao in this way was mainly because Rum had originally created a "program backdoor" for her, and he just took advantage of it.

Gin studied him for a few seconds before looking away, gazing at the sea that was gradually receding as it rose higher. He then brought the topic back to the mission: "It's certainly easier to handle, but it's also very risky."

Unlike many other killers, Kumail has special abilities and is proficient in sniping.

Even if the special ability does not work on Curacao, he does not have to stand in front of Curacao. He can find a suitable excuse to escape, set up the sniper, and find a good opportunity to complete the fatal blow.

Tang Ze waved his hand nonchalantly: "Maybe a little, but I think I chose a very suitable burial site for her. Curacao, after all, she should die in a place like that, so that she can have a beginning and an end."

In response, Gin sneered again, but did not refute his statement.

While Curaçao liqueur comes in many different colors, the most famous and common is the blue version.

The entire dolphin performance hall is decorated to look as if it is connected to the sea water. The shallow performance pool with a little light really looks like a cup of Curacao in a glass, which is consistent with the meaning.

After confirming that there were no problems with many details, Gin ignored all of Rum's explicit hints and ignored Tangze who was reaching out to grab the vodka again. He took out his mobile phone and checked other messages.

Kumail is by no means a quiet guy, but as his favorite metaphor suggests, as long as the collar is firmly on his neck, whether he is a lone wolf, a rabid dog, or a more ferocious beast will not affect the interests of the organization.

Under this premise, the more untamed and ferocious the beast appears, the more it demonstrates the ability and excellence of its owner.

Based on this fundamental logic, no matter how noisy Kumail is, or how many dark thoughts and personality he has, although Gin is annoyed with him, deep down in his heart, he always approves of Kumail.

After all, no one would hate a powerful enough gun, even if it has some minor problems occasionally.

Tang Ze, who was gently let off, did not show any change in his expression. He just stretched out his hand and finally started to destroy the computer in Vodka's hand.

Tang Ze's prediction was absolutely correct. Not only were there positioning signals, cameras, thermal imagers, but there were also more complex tactical equipment. Gin really came here with the mentality of guarding against thieves.

Considering that he was guarding against everyone as if they were thieves, and that Beretta dared to point at anyone, and that all beings were equal, Tang Ze had no complaints.

I can only say that performing in front of Gin is indeed a bit of a test, but fortunately he did not cut any corners.

After watching the video of his own crime and ruining Vodka, Tang Ze turned around and looked at Chianti, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb with headphones hanging around his neck.

Chianti, concentrating on driving, silently endured the noise in the cabin that was almost like a chainsaw. While calculating how long it would take to land, he suddenly felt his ears warm.

Someone put the headphones she had put down back on her.

The image of Gin caring about his subordinates flashed through Chianti's mind. He turned his head with a horrified expression and bumped into Tang Ze's smiling face.

Since the entire mission was completed under normal circumstances, Tang Ze did not disguise himself as Goro Akechi, but used his own face.

When the baby face with soft contours smiled sweetly and kindly, it looked inexplicably full of vigor and vitality, but Chianti felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he felt that Kumail was up to no good.

"What's wrong?" Chianti adjusted his headphones.

Oh my God, don't say this is concern for her. The noise and the environment inside the helicopter are already making her uncomfortable, and she doesn't want to really vomit.

"No, no, Chianti-senpai, I just want to apologize."

"Apologize? Apologize for what? What did you do?"

"No, Senior Cohen didn't go with you today because he wanted to give me a ride. I'm so sorry."

"Huh? What's that? Cohen and I aren't partners forever. We often act on our own, okay?"

"Hmm? Aren't you a couple or a married couple?"

"What are you talking about?! That's just—anyway, it has nothing to do with that!"

"Oh, what a shame. I think you two are quite a good match."

"I'm going to throw up... Gin! Turn off his headphones, or my helicopter will fly into the sea if he keeps talking!"

While the colleagues in the organization in the distant helicopter were getting close to each other, Conan finally waited until the helicopter disappeared from sight and ran towards the direction where the helicopter crashed into the sea in Curacao.

He knew it was too late, and he also knew that after being hit in the vitals at such a close distance, Curacao's chances of survival were extremely low.

But with a trembling expectation, he quickly crossed the roof, climbed over the railing of the stands, ran to the edge of the stands, and looked down.

The sea water was still rising and falling calmly. Even without the illumination of lights, the waves were still shimmering slightly, like a tiny Milky Way.

There was no blood to be seen, but neither was there anything resembling a human body.

Even with the night vision goggles and infrared light turned on, there was nothing in the sea water that could be identified as human.

There is no doubt that Curacao is dead.

The last bit of hope was extinguished, Conan gritted his teeth and hammered hard on the rough concrete floor.

Of course, this punch did not cause any impact, but it made Conan feel a pain in the palm of his hand.

He turned his head and saw a small object pressing against his fingers. The hard object had several sharp corners. Although it would not scratch him, pressing on it suddenly would easily cause discomfort.

Conan took it in his hand and stared at it.

The aquarium, which had been plunged into darkness, lit up at this moment. The lights in the entire park gradually lit up, and all the equipment began self-inspection and operation as the power was restored.

The lights in the performance hall, which had already stopped operating and should have been turned off, also happened to be the same.

Bright and soft light shone down from above, instantly illuminating what was in Conan's palm.

A small, golden killer whale, with a hint of warmth like that of a human body, lay in his hand.

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"Edogawa? Are you okay?"

Following Professor Agasa, Haibara Ai brought the three naughty children safely to the gate and waited for nearly half an hour before finally seeing Conan coming out.

Maybe it was simply because he ran out of power, or maybe he was shocked by the situation, but Conan didn't come out on the skateboard. Instead, he held it in his arms and walked in silence.

Probably guessing what he saw, Huibara Ai felt a subtle sense of sympathy.

In order to protect his identity and dispel the organization's doubts, Tang Ze didn't care about the lives of others or even his own life when he was acting.

Witnessing Curacao's death and the organization coming and going quietly without leaving any trace, this guy must have been in a very bad mood.

Conan raised his head in thought and met Haibara Ai's concerned gaze, but his eyes involuntarily fell on her fluffy hair.

Haihara Ai's hair color is not dark brown, which may be influenced by her mother's hair color. Her hair color is lighter, a bit like the color of Italian latte, fluffy and thick, and it looks very good to touch.

The hair color of the gunman he just saw was exactly the same...

Conan narrowed his eyes and answered Haibara Ai's question with a nod, but his hand had already reached for his cell phone.

Since you have doubts, just give it a try.