The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

“It looks quite lively.”

Matsuda Jinpei, who was standing at the door of the RV watching the excitement, heard a noise behind him. He turned around and saw Ida Ko sitting on the steps of the RV entrance, looking at the noisy crowd over there.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at Inspector Yuminaga standing in the center of the crowd from a distance and understood what he was lamenting. "After being a police officer for so long, it's quite new to stand by and watch someone solve a case, right?"

"It's okay. The work of Investigation Section 1 is generally pretty much the same." Date Ko shook his head nonchalantly. "Occasionally, if a case happens in a public place and the suspect can't be identified in time, it can easily turn into a scene like this. It's normal to be busy."

Even in Tokyo, where police force is the most abundant, there won't be many police officers to assist in the investigation of a single case, especially one where only one person has died.

Once more people are involved, it is difficult to avoid a chaotic scene with everyone talking and everyone busy.

"When I was in the Investigation Division, I thought it was all easy daily work." Matsuda Jinpei shrugged.

"You kid, how many days have you been in the Investigation Division? And you've even been evaluated?" Yi Dahang kicked him with his toes.

Matsuda Jinpei smiled and dodged for a moment: "That's right, squad leader, you've spent more time in the Investigation Section than all of us working hours combined..."

Asai Narumi, who was standing on the other side of the car door, was drinking mineral water and almost choked when he heard this.

That's right. Date Ko worked the longest. As for the others, Matsuda Jinpei worked for more than three years, Hagiwara Kenji worked for only a few months, and Morofushi Kagemitsu was even more of a heavyweight who never officially joined the company from the beginning to the end.

When you think about it this way, it’s true.

"Sergeant, you've been in the Investigation Division for so long, is it okay for you to just stand here so carelessly? I remember Inspector Yuminaga is an old policeman." Morobushi Kagemitsu, who was leaning against the driver's seat window, also stuck his head out.

"How could I recognize him? There are hundreds of people in the Criminal Investigation Division alone. Besides, Inspector Yuminaga was in the Arson Division before I joined. At most, he would look a little familiar." Ida Ko waved his hand indifferently.

He did die in the line of duty, and logically he should have been commended after his death.

But unlike Jinpei Matsuda who faced a major vicious incident and used his own life to save everyone, he just had an accident during an ordinary mission.

Is it a shame? It's a shame, but in the police force, it's not really a big deal.

There are countless examples like his, and they will not become more famous because of this.

"Yeah, that's true. There are still too many people in the Investigation Section."

"After all, he is responsible for the affairs of the entire Tokyo. He can't handle anything less."

"We all graduated together, but I'm not used to hearing the class monitor talking like a senior now."

"Haha, in terms of age, the squad leader is indeed a senior now."

"You two..."

Asai Narumi silently tightened the bottle cap, took a few steps forward, and quietly moved away from this area with a high concentration of hell to see what was happening at the scene that had become lively again.

"So, the reason why Miss Yinlin and Mr. Zhou Teng were arguing was actually because he didn't drive the Rolls-Royce he was driving today, and he didn't wear the clothes he was wearing today." Conan extracted this information from the chatter around him.

"Yeah, haven't you met him? That sweater of his was given to him by Ena."

Yinlin Huina pursed her lips and softly retorted, "No, he came here last week wearing a sweater and driving a Rolls-Royce. We had a conflict last week because he was dawdling on the road."

Conan didn't look away, still staring at Ena Ginbayashi: "Well, but everyone says you don't like classic cars, right?"

"...I really don't like it." Ginlin Ena turned away. "But this car was the one we often drove on dates when we first met. I think it has a different meaning."

Conan nodded slowly without commenting, but a possibility had already formed in his mind.

Judging from Ena Ginbayashi's abnormal and contradictory behavior, it is highly likely that she is the murderer.

Assuming that she is the murderer, then her actions must have meaning.

This is the third time the oil drum has been dumped, three consecutive weeks of weekend parties, and arguments over clothing and car use...

"Hey……"

Conan couldn't help but sigh after figuring out the general situation.

No matter what Yinlin Huina's motive was, he could already roughly feel the strong murderous intent buried deep beneath the surface.

Such an ingenious design that never gives up until the goal is achieved would be difficult to create if it were not full of emotion.

"Why are you sighing? Shinichi, haven't you solved it yet?" Dr. Agasa bent down and asked in a low voice.

"No, I just feel that if I don't explain this problem clearly, today's camping will be ruined."

The other party chose a method that made it difficult to leave behind definite physical evidence. Although Conan felt that the Investigation Section had sufficient experience in this area and that the cause of the fire could be found out by giving them some time to slowly conduct forensics and on-site investigations, he still wanted to solve the problem now.

If we are not careful and the investigation process is not done thoroughly, this case may end up as an accidental fire.

"Oh? So how did you do it?" Dr. Agasa, who had never questioned Kudo Shinichi's ability to solve cases, skipped the case classification and asked about the method used.

It can also be seen from the angle of Conan's questioning that he thinks Ena Ginbayashi is the murderer.

"This..." Conan touched his chin and was thinking about how to describe his discovery clearly when he felt fingers moving towards his cheek.

As soon as he turned his head, the finger had already poked his face, and there was a "pop" sound of static electricity.

"Hiss—Hey, Tang Ze!"

Tang Ze raised his hand with a smile and pointed to the sweater under his clothes: "I wore a cashmere sweater today, so there was a lot of static electricity. It was not intentional."

"What do you mean it wasn't intentional..." Conan rubbed his cheek, "I just mentioned the technique and you did it like this."

"Haha, it's actually quite easy to associate it with, right? They talked about 'cashmere sweaters' and Rolls-Royce for a long time." Tang Ze smiled with his eyes curved.

This determined killer, Ena Ginbayashi, who is willing to sacrifice herself to feed the tiger, uses a physics-based approach that is relatively rare in cases full of mechanical wonders.

Not the kind of physics that involves swinging a sledgehammer, but physics with rich theoretical knowledge.

As we all know, the ignition principle of lighters is electrostatic ignition. When there is sufficient combustible material, the energy required to ignite them is not high.

As long as the gasoline vapor is thick enough to generate static electricity, it is not difficult to set a garage on fire.

As for the voltage of static electricity, the piezoelectric igniter of an ordinary lighter can reach 4000-6000V, and 300V is enough to ignite gasoline vapor.

However, due to the terrain and architectural design, these new villas built in the mountains are not easy to be built with wooden structures for shock absorption like many urban buildings. In brick and stone houses, arson is not so likely to spread to them.

In short, he is a murderer who studies well, has solid basic skills, and is very thoughtful.

However, in terms of psychological games and mentality, I am indeed a little immature.

"Oh, so wearing a cashmere sweater and a fleece jacket in this weather is quite prone to static electricity." Dr. Agasa stroked his chin. "What about the Rolls-Royce?"

"The point isn't the Rolls-Royce, it's that it's a classic car." Conan pointed to the pitch-black garage. "The deceased had plenty of other luxury cars, but none of them were old enough. Most of them used remote controls. Static electricity requires friction. In other words..."

"Ms. Yinlin carefully selected a car from the deceased's car that has a keyhole on the outside. After getting out of the car, you need to insert the key again from the outside to lock it." Huiyuan Ai, who came closer, took over the conversation. "In theory, it can be done, but it requires too much luck."

In dry weather, these conditions do make it easy for people to generate static electricity, but this is not 100% true.

Static electricity is easy to generate and easy to release. With just a little bit of anti-static measures, or just a slight change in conditions like the last two weeks, this method is unlikely to work.

Precisely because of its probabilistic nature, it becomes somewhat difficult to directly prove Ginbayashi Ena's murderous intention.

"This is also her 'powerful' part." Conan spread his hands helplessly, "She is very determined to kill Mr. Zhou Teng."

Repeatedly implementing a method with a low success rate will be a long-term process.

In order to achieve this goal, she did not hesitate to use her emotional relationship and wanted to marry the deceased, hoping to try again and again and find a more suitable opportunity.

The core issue of this case is not the method of arson, but her unshakable murderous intent and determination.

"Well, so it's actually not that difficult to prove it." Tang Ze didn't keep the secret and said directly.

If the problem can be solved on the spot, there is no need to go to such great lengths to solve it.

Tang Ze's family is wealthy now, and it's not easy for him to come out with such a large force. It would be such a waste to turn back just for a murder case.

How can I refuse a team building that's already been scheduled? If I say I'm going, I have to go. Even asking for leave won't work.

"Oh?" Conan raised his head.

He was already thinking about how to explain the matter to Inspector Yuminaga, and he tricked Ena Ginbayashi into getting in the car with them and going back to Tokyo to make it easier for them to fish.

The physical evidence related to her left at the scene is really insufficient. If there is no confession, if he wants the criminal to confess to the case, he will have to go to the RV next door to seek help from the Phantom Thieves.

...Wait a minute, could it be that they are following us with this idea in mind?

"Go and communicate with Inspector Yumioka and ask him to consider the possibility of static electricity fire. And... didn't the doctor's car drive up?" Tang Ze pointed in the direction of the door.

Although Mr. Zhou Tenghao is a bad person, he does have a lot of money.

In order to facilitate the entry and exit of vehicles, a paved road was specially built in front of the door of this mountain villa, which is now used as a parking lot by the police and tourists.

Dr. Agasa's little Beetle was parked next to their large RV. The car, which was already round and short among the sedans, looked even more pitiful.

"His car is also a classic car, the type that requires a key. So, later on..."

Seeing that Tang Ze was talking and leaning over to whisper in Conan's ear, Haibara Ai shook her head slightly, glanced at the former police officers who were chatting in front of the RV door, and muttered to herself.

She knew that Tang Ze would not calm down.

Looking at it this way, it might be better to let the Phantom Thief of Heart handle this case.

The fact that the Phantom Thieves weren't following in secret, but were driving behind them so openly, meant...

"...which means he really is here to camp."

Having successfully earned himself a week's vacation, Morofushi Kagemitsu explained this to the unconvinced Hagiwara Kenji.

"Huh? Is that the reason? Did he really not tell you?"

"Why not?"

"But he can't predict who he'll bump into on the road..."

"It's impossible for him to predict, but..." Miyano Akemi, who was reading a newspaper nearby, lowered it slightly, revealing a pair of penetrating eyes. "I guess when he saw Zhou Teng Haogui, he knew this guy wasn't going to live long."

"Is it really that amazing?" Hagiwara Kenji recalled Tang Ze's appearance when the RV caught up with him, and was not sure, "I remember that his ability does not include this aspect..."

Through Matsuda Jinpei, who has a similar visual ability to Karasawa, Hagiwara Kenji can roughly guess what Karasawa can see when his eyes are red.

This is generally related to the thoughts of the visual owner, but basically it is something with keywords such as "trace" and "imprint".

For example, footprints and tricks in the mechanism can be said to be a kind of insight that expands the ability to perceive.

It is said that because of his high proficiency in use and the difference in his abilities, Tang Ze can sense emotional tendencies in addition to the above.

Tang Ze can accurately identify souvenirs that have been infused with love and old photos that are full of memories and emotions, so of course they also include strong murderous intent and hatred.

But he encountered the deceased, not the murderer. If that were possible...

"Noah said that when the other party parked the car, Tang Ze asked him to search the license plate number to confirm the owner's name, and then tested it with the other world navigation." Miyano Akemi said, "Zhou Teng Haogui must have a shadow."

Not only that, judging by the reaction at the time, it is possible that it has already reached the hall of fame level.

This bastard who spoke rudely to the old man really has a very twisted heart.

Therefore, after being offended by the other party, Tang Ze actually didn't want the palace anymore and decided to let the other party die directly.

"He has a shadow and speaks harshly, so he's not a good person and doesn't know how to do things." Zhu Fu Jingguang took over the conversation and stated matter-of-factly, "He's also a rich man, and he looks like he's going out to have fun. It's just a matter of when he dies."

There are many unkind rich people in the world, but those who are as straightforward as Zhou Teng Haogui and directly verbally bully the vulnerable groups are relatively rare.

It's no surprise that he offends everyone. He's the type of person who can only survive the opening credits of a horror movie.

"Damn it, did I lose just like that? I won't accept this..." Hagiwara Kenji clenched his fists angrily.

"Besides, if Tang Ze hadn't decided to camp together, he wouldn't have bothered to let us drive the RV. It's much easier to just follow along in the cognitive world."

"Is that why?"

"I've already told you that you definitely have a preconceived prejudice against Tang Ze. That guy will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, and he never sticks to formalities."

"Which side of the matter is biased?"

"A nicer way to put it is 'one word, one way, one way', which is pretty close..."

Yi Dahang, who was walking by carrying a bucket of water, looked at them hesitantly for a few seconds, shook his head, and gave up joining in this conversation that would easily be recorded in Tang Ze's notebook.

"Here, the oil you asked for." Date Kou got out of the car and repeated the steps he had already done at the foot of the mountain. "With this, it should be enough for us to go back to Tokyo or go camping."

"Thank you, thank you. It's so troublesome for you..." Dr. Agasa thanked him repeatedly and led him to his little beetle.

Tang Ze took a step closer and caught up with them: "Do you want to cheer up? I'll help too."

Sitting in the little Beetle, Ginbayashi Ena was idly fixing her hair. As she watched the bright red gasoline barrel getting closer and closer, her fingertips couldn't help but freeze.

What are they going to do?