The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

“Wow, what a beautiful hotel! Such a huge place!”

When they arrived at the hotel in the arranged car, the group of elementary school students never stopped exclaiming in surprise.

Unlike the high school students who felt tired from the journey, the few kids who had rarely flown, and who had only flown in economy class, were all very excited.

"Not bad, huh?" Suzuki Sonoko smiled. "Although I didn't come up with the plan, I did give some input on the visual design. So what do you think? Doesn't it suit this place?"

Considering the nature of this sea view resort, she decisively voted for the charming red brick building when she learned about the project. The interior decoration was not a big deal, but the facade had to match the surrounding design and not be too abrupt.

If you want to create a good atmosphere and environment for this kind of relatively unpopular tourist attraction, you can't just imitate the hotels in Izu. You must have certain characteristics.

“What a huge whale, and there are dolphins and turtles!”

When we got off the car at the hotel, the children exclaimed even louder when they saw the four or five-meter-high marine life statues in the lobby.

"You can touch it, but don't climb on it. Some parts of this statue are made of quartz stone, and stepping on it may damage it." Suzuki Sonoko warned, "Okay, go to the room to put your luggage first, and meet here in an hour! Do you hear me, everyone?"

"understood!"

The children responded energetically, while Conan glanced distractedly at the corner of the lobby.

If he saw it right, he seemed to have seen someone familiar...

"Inspector Shiratori?" Hearing Conan's question, Mao Lilan recalled for a moment in surprise, and tilted her head uncertainly, "Really? I didn't see him. If it was really him, why did he come here? Is there any case here?"

"I paid attention to the news before coming here, but didn't see any relevant information." Conan shook his head.

"Why is that? You can't be here to see Tang Ze..." Mao Li Ran thought hesitantly.

A successful retrial has been submitted, and those in the Metropolitan Police Department who are keeping an eye on Karasawa must know about it.

But even if this matter is re-investigated, the person who should least be investigated is Tang Ze.

If he really had any clues about this matter, he wouldn't have been framed to this extent. What they should have been investigating were the law enforcers who violated the procedures, not Tang Ze.

"Impossible. Tang Ze would not violate the protective observation regulations. Everyone in the Investigation Section knows this." Conan denied, "It doesn't look like he noticed us..."

He was just thinking when his cell phone rang. He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID, his expression becoming serious.

When Mao Lilan saw his expression, she immediately understood. She pretended not to notice anything and turned around to pack her clothes in the suitcase.

Conan mentally thanked her for her growing thoughtfulness and quickly slipped out to the terrace with his phone.

"I calculated the time. You've almost arrived at Hachijo Island and settled down. I'll contact you then."

"Is there anything going on?" Conan focused his attention on the voice of Subaru Okiya on the other end of the line.

Shuichi Akai is not the type of person who likes to chat, so he must have discovered something if he called me specifically.

"In Frankfurt, Germany, the Europol camera network support center has been hacked." Looking at the webpage in front of him, Akai Shuichi carefully considered his words. "The staff who encountered the intruder are being hunted down by the organization."

"Hmm?" Conan raised his head. "Where's the source of the information?"

The word "hunt down" is not "kill". It is ambiguous and cannot be used to determine whether a person has been killed or not.

"Kil." Akai Shuichi answered directly without further ado, "The employee is currently missing and has been shot. The outlook is not optimistic."

The content sent by Kiel did not mention the whereabouts of this person. He only said that the employee was chased after encountering the intruder and the extent of his injuries was unknown. He assumed that Rena Mizunashi did not know.

Although his life or death is uncertain, this means that the organization is also unclear about his current situation, which may not be a bad thing.

"So it was the organization that did it..." Conan frowned, "Do you know the information of the invader?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it's likely the work of someone codenamed Binga," Akai Shuichi carefully relayed the information from Mizunashi Rena. "He's a man highly regarded by Rum, and rumor has it his most distinctive feature is his cornrows. But that was reported several years ago, so it's unclear if this still holds true."

Of course he had never met Binga, but after being in the organization for so long, he had collected a lot of gossip.

"Binga..." Conan thought about the name of the wine represented by this code name in his mind.

A sugarcane rum originating from Brazil, originally called Cachaça, is considered a type of distilled liquor.

Even without any additional reminders, Shuichi Akai could tell from the code name that this person was probably very close to Rum.

After all, according to the intelligence left by Curacao, Rum is a code name that has been used for a very long time. It doesn't make sense that a rising star would dare to use a type of rum as a code name when he knew that the second-in-command of the organization was code-named Rum.

"I understand. So why did you contact me now?" Conan asked after thinking about it.

This is very important information, but according to Shuichi Akai's personality, unless it is related to himself, he will normally figure out this information on his own and explain it after they return to Tokyo.

"The facility that will be connected to this network center and officially begin operations today is located near Hachijo Island, where you are going. It's called the Pacific Buoy." Akai Shuichi said in a deep voice, "I think you will be very concerned about this matter. In addition, you should also pay more attention to Tang Ze's situation."

He told Conan these things not because he really expected Conan to take care of Tang Ze or anything, but just to pave the way for Tang Ze.

Tang Ze, who has learned about the organization's actions, will definitely take action against Binga, the only question is to what extent.

Shuichi Akai has reason to believe that if Conan and others cannot contact Binga at all, Tang Ze will directly take radical measures. Conan will suddenly realize that Tang Ze is involved in this matter under certain identities and will not be able to explain it.

Being radical is not a problem, but it is important not to let our allies misunderstand Tang Ze.

Since he is facing a dangerous member of the organization, Tang Ze cannot be blamed no matter what means he takes. He can only give the young detective a shot of prevention first.

"Will this matter also threaten Tang Ze?" Conan didn't quite understand.

"Not necessarily, it's just that it would be dangerous to let him get close to the organization." Shuichi Akai said truthfully.

"You're right..." Conan could only sigh when he thought of the organization's arrangements around Tang Ze.

Through Hattori Heiji's operations, Karasawa has begun to try to overturn the verdict.

This process must not be easy, but it is a signal that Tang Ze is trying to resist. God knows whether the organization will choose to increase pressure after noticing it...

Goro Akechi's assurance sounds powerful, but Conan doesn't want to completely bet Tang Ze's safety on another person's character. No one knows what might happen.

"Then please."

"Don't worry, Mr. Akai."

The two sides ended their communication with completely different starting points. Conan put away his phone and looked at the coastline outside the terrace, his mood fluctuating.

The main purpose of their trip this time was to give Tang Ze some relaxation. If they ran into something related to the organization head-on, it would have a completely different effect.

We should really try to isolate this matter...

"You don't have to come over for now. Leave Binga to me."

Tang Ze, who was deeply worried about by Conan, was sitting at the tea table, talking on the phone in a lazy posture.

Tang Ze was not too surprised that Ireland and Curacao failed to strangle Binga, and even said a few words of comfort.

He has been able to hide in a place like this for so many years with a fake identity. Just knowing his current appearance, it is very likely that he will be assassinated in one go.

Tang Ze didn't expect to kill the other party in one go, but now that the news has been confirmed, he feels more relieved.

"The situation was so chaotic that we only managed to fire one or two shots." Ireland spoke humbly, as if afraid of being blamed. "Curaçao said it seemed like his arm was injured, but the specific injury..."

"You don't have to call her Curacao. You can call her Miss Jiuli." Tang Ze interrupted him nonchalantly. "If he's still injured, it will be easier for me to deal with him. Where's that employee?"

"As for her, she hasn't woken up yet..." Ireland's voice lowered a little.

They couldn't be blamed for Nina's injury, and their mission didn't include protecting the people being hunted by Binga. The reason he was so insecure was mainly because he was to blame for Nina's coma.

She was only injured in the arm by Binga's gun. Under normal circumstances, even if the wound worsened and bled, she would not lose consciousness. She fainted mainly because of Ireland's strangulation.

It would be hard for a living person weighing over 100 pounds to not faint if he was strangled by the neck and thrown into the river in that state.

"She didn't see your face, did she?"

"Probably not. Miss Ku...Jiuli and I were careful to disguise ourselves."

"Does she have a gun?"

"Have."

"Okay, that's not a big deal. You guys continue to stay in Europe and don't go too far."

Ireland didn't react until the call was hung up. He stared at the black screen for a while.

"I told you, the boss won't care about this." Curacao was not surprised and put the cleaned accessories back on the gun. "He said Binga would be left to him, so he must want to do it himself."

"No, I just…" Ireland was a little lost for words as he thought about Nina Bard who was still lying in the hospital.

If their goal was to snipe Binga, they didn't do a very good job this time.

Finding out Binga's real name might be an advantage, but Binga still achieved his goal and escaped unscathed. This minor injury might not even affect the other party's daily activities.

At this level, let alone organization, even in the past, Pisco would not be very satisfied.

"Aren't you used to not being punished?" Curacao looked at him strangely. "Don't drag me into your strange habits."

She knew very well that Tang Ze's true position was completely different from the kind of behind-the-scenes boss that Ireland had expected. However, based on the information she had received from Ireland in recent days, even based on the image of Kumail in his eyes, he was not a cruel and cold-blooded leader.

She had reason to believe that the Kumail that Ireland knew was adept at manipulating people's hearts and was a conspirator with endless tricks, but he was still quite tolerant of his subordinates who had already followed him.

"No..." Ireland stroked his phone, unsure how to describe how he felt.

Perhaps it was because the series of methods displayed by Kumail were too suggestive. Even though Kumail never said harsh words for so long, the sense of oppression it caused to a worker like him was still very strong.

Perhaps it was because he remembered Shirley's cold and ruthless face, or perhaps it was because he suddenly thought of Scotland, who was taciturn but extremely respectful, he always instinctively felt that Kumail was not the kind of superior who was easy to get along with.

Seriously, apart from constantly giving him tasks, Kumail never seemed to do anything harsh or cruel to him...

"You'll get used to it slowly. You just don't understand him." Curacao calmly picked up his teacup. "As long as you're loyal enough and don't disobey his orders, he'll be able to tell whether you're not capable enough to do your job well or just don't intend to do it well."

Ireland's eyebrows twitched. "What do you mean by incompetence..."

"I didn't kill Binga because I lacked the ability. I'm the same." Curacao raised his head and looked at him with disdain. "What's there to deny?"

Ireland's eyebrows twitched again, and he took a deep breath before controlling his desire to continue arguing.

"As long as you don't betray him and earnestly fulfill his requests, you'll find that he's quite easy to get along with." Seeing that he had nothing to say, Curacao continued, "As for Binga... perhaps from the very beginning, Kumail intended to keep him for himself."

As Rum's close assistant, Curacao knew something about what Tangze had experienced.

Apart from the subtle internal struggles and the ideas of some senior officials, the Tangze family will suffer a great disaster, and Rum's role in it cannot be ignored.

Apart from the eye problem, Rum's body is actually very strong. However, Curacao knows that in the past two years, as Rum has grown older, he has felt the decline of his physical condition more and more clearly. His desire to climb up, to grasp more possibilities, and to restore his health has become stronger and stronger.

So when such an opportunity to reap the fruits was presented before him, Rum pushed it without hesitation.

This definitely accelerated the death of Tang Ze and his wife, and Tang Ze would definitely not let him go.

Removing the obstacles on this road is the task that Tang Ze left for him. If someone else could easily crush Binga to death, Tang Ze would not be happy.

"Really?" Ireland frowned as he recalled the different treatment he and Curacao had received. "Why do I feel like, Miss Giulie, you..."

"Don't call me that in such a cheesy way." Curacao frowned. "I don't want to call you Oliver. Just call me twice on the phone."

Even if it was a pseudonym, it was not something that someone like Ireland, who knew his past well, would call him. It gave him goosebumps.

Ireland's eyebrows began to twitch again: "..."

"If your feelings differ from mine, then I can only say," Curacao took another sip of tea, "that differential treatment between those who voluntarily surrendered and those who were passively confiscated is perfectly normal."

Ireland, whose eyebrows were almost raised, said: "..."