The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

It sounds very cruel, but it is the cruel truth.

If Naomi had no value to them, they would not have attacked her family and friends. If something happened to them, it just meant that Naomi was still alive.

Shuichi Akai's tone was steady, with no emotional fluctuations. Conan could understand that this topic was also uncomfortable for him.

"What else? Their control center is already investigating. I have a feeling something's going to happen if we don't hurry up."

If Binga is among those suspects, then today's Binga might reveal some flaws compared to the past.

If these outside bystanders can narrow the scope of suspicion so much, could it be that some other employees in the center have already noticed the flaw?

Due to the presence of outsiders and police, it was not easy to express even the slightest doubt at such a sensitive moment.

This is tantamount to an accusation and also tantamount to recognizing the Japanese police's law enforcement power. This system, which should be based on facts and logic, will be messed up because of office politics.

What Conan was afraid of was not that he couldn't find Binga, but that someone had already discovered the clues but didn't tell others.

After listening to Conan's brief description of the scene, Akai Shuichi agreed: "Your idea is correct. We all know their style. If you show even the slightest suspicion, Binga will definitely kill to protect himself."

After receiving the recognition, Conan slowly let out the breath that had been stuck in his chest, but he didn't feel relieved at all.

Given his status, he was unable to give any warning.

Perhaps for many criminal police, he, the assistant of Detective Maori, is a small-time detective who is smart enough to compete with Kidd and can influence the progress of the case to a certain extent, but his influence ends there.

It is already a great fortune that I can be taken into the Pacific Buoy by the police today. Maybe the police officer named Kuroda has some different ideas. Not to mention giving advice and warnings, whether he will have the chance to go in again tomorrow depends on whether the Investigation Section is willing to call Kogoro Mouri this time.

"Knowing there's a high probability of something going wrong, but being unable to help, this is truly..."

Halfway through his words, Conan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Yes, I can't help much, but now, the external forces that have successfully entered the Pacific Buoy are not just the Japanese police and Binga...

"I know what to do. I'll give it a try. Mr. Akai..."

"Well, go ahead. I'll try to find out about Europol."

"sorry to bother you!"

He checked the time and confirmed that the others were still around the hotel swimming pool downstairs, so he could disappear for a while, and quickly called up the chat software.

The Phantom Thieves came to me to help crack the system, and they must have completely taken control of the entire internal and external systems of the Pacific Buoy.

They and Binga were at the same starting point, and were even more confident than the other. No one knew better than them about the movements of several suspects and the organization's coveting of the system.

Grace, Makino Yosuke, you must keep a close eye on these two people!

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"...It's near Hachijo Island. We're lucky."

Naomi woke up vaguely from the darkness, and the first thing that came into her ears was a faint human voice that was almost drowned out by the movement of the machinery.

Having undergone relevant safety training, she instinctively held her breath, wanting to capture more human voices.

Not long after, another female sneer was heard.

"Luck? You think too highly of yourself. This isn't luck."

"Huh? What do you think?"

"Why do you think Naomi Argento came here?"

"She's the chief engineer. Isn't that a very normal thing for her to work here?"

"I'm an engineer, so why should I be present for this job? Never mind. You're not making sense. Didn't Binga's investigation report that she and Miyano Shiho were once good friends?"

Naomi, who caught the key words, widened her eyes and felt her heart beating violently in her chest.

What does that mean? Why would the chief engineer come over? And what does this have to do with Shiho?

Her confused thoughts slowly started to function as her physical condition gradually recovered, her memory gradually returned, and she finally saw the surrounding environment clearly.

I am now curled up on a narrow single bed, with my hands and feet tied tightly with ropes.

The metal plates above my head were very close, and the curtains on the sides were drawn tightly, as if I was lying in a berth or dormitory with limited space.

It is impossible to tell where this place is, but what is certain is that I am definitely not on a buoy in the Pacific Ocean and have been hijacked.

Who was the person who knocked me out, and how did they get me out of the facility?

She tried her best to clear her mind, but the conversation between a man and a woman outside did not stop, as if they had not noticed her awakening.

"You mean, that woman came to see her? Did they get back in touch?"

"We couldn't find the person, but she did. If it were you, what would you do?"

As if stumped by the woman's rhetorical question, the deep male voice fell silent.

Naomi blinked rapidly, realizing something, and leaned her shoulders against the mattress, trying to bend her body a little and look at her chest.

She did not change her clothes, but the pendant that she had always cherished and hung on her chest was now only left with a little golden cover.

For a moment, Naomi became more and more frightened.

This was what she searched for while experimenting at home, using the summer camp graduation photo of Shiho and her.

After accessing the Japanese database, the system successfully retrieved Miyano Shiho's information, but the search results that popped up afterwards were very suspicious.

Because that was not any picture indicating the whereabouts of the missing Miyano Shiho, but a little girl of seven or eight years old.

A girl who is exactly the same as the Shiho in my memory as a child.

If the monitoring time displayed had not been this month, she would have worried that she had accidentally called some sensitive, outdated database.

It's obvious that Shiho, who is about the same age as me this year, can't have a child this big, nor can she be as small as the one in the picture.

She suspected that she might have found Shiho's relatives, or perhaps the technology she developed still had room for improvement. It could perform facial recognition, but its ability to distinguish similar relatives was still insufficient.

But no matter what, this result is very counterintuitive.

Unwilling to give up any clue related to Miyano Shiho, nor willing to report the result to others, Naomi was puzzled and chose to save the result without keeping the record, and then hung it around her neck.

These people definitely don't have a friendly relationship with Shiho. Could it be that I've caused Shiho some terrible trouble...

Naomi secretly clenched her fingertips and adjusted her breathing. After a while, she finally heard the movement over there again.

"Hello, it's me. Well, you're going to come out tonight. I have a mission to complete. It's very close, on Hachijo Island, so it won't take you long. Of course, I can't take your share..."

The man seemed to be communicating with someone, and his voice gradually faded away. Soon, no matter how hard Naomi tried, she could no longer hear a word.

Naomi, feeling uneasy, bit her lips silently. The next second, the sound of heavy hinges woke her up again.

The curtain in front of him was pulled open, and light shone directly in.

Without giving her any time to adapt, Naomi felt herself being pulled up from the mattress with great force, and she couldn't help but let out a short scream.

"Shut up."

The voice of the woman holding her was cold and rude, but after a moment of shock, Naomi realized that her actions were not as rough as she had imagined.

Her hands and feet were bound, making it very difficult for her to move. She was practically being dragged forward.

However, the person who was carrying her seemed to have chosen a very delicate balance angle, allowing the side of her shoe to rub against the ground. Although she was being dragged diagonally, she did not feel any pain or imbalance.

As long as she didn't struggle and just let herself be held like this, she wouldn't get hurt.

After quickly making a judgment, Naomi couldn't help but look up curiously, wanting to see what the person looked like.

The moment she looked up, she regretted it.

It wasn't that she knew the woman in front of her, nor was there anything shocking about her, but she was horrified to find that this woman did not cover her face at all.

With her upturned cat eyes and thin, smoothly contoured jaw, she was a beautiful and sharp woman.

However, for hostages, it is common sense that if the kidnapper lets you see his face, it means he does not intend to let you live. Dead people will not leak secrets anyway, so there is no need to waste time.

In an instant, many of the contents mentioned in the security training arranged by her father replayed in her mind. Naomi suddenly burst into tears, and her tears were about to fall. She had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from sobbing.

After all, she was only 19 years old. If she hadn't figured out the other party's purpose and needed to remain calm to negotiate with the kidnappers, she would have been overwhelmed by her emotions long ago.

Without doing anything, she saw the hostage in her hand with red eyes crying:?

"Kil. Don't be so rough."

Vodka seemed to be in a good mood after coming back from the phone call. Seeing the cold and stern attitude of Mizuno Rena and Naomi who was almost crying in her arms, he even tried to persuade her.

Mizuno Rena looked back with a subtle cold gaze.

"I know you prefer more streamlined tasks, but if we can collaborate, we should discuss it." Vodka, pretending to understand his colleagues' mindsets, took the lead. "Please take a seat, Ms. Argento."

Mizunashi Rena didn't bother to figure out what he was imagining. She just followed his words, put Naomi on the sofa, and stood behind her like a watcher.

Naomi looked blankly at the equally unfamiliar tall man, and once again realized that she had gotten into a serious trouble.

The bed just now, the secret room now, plus the subtle noises of machinery and engines, all indicate that this is the inside of a sealed vehicle.

It doesn't look like a civilian vehicle at all, and it's quite large.

After witnessing so many confidential things, can I really go back alive?

Amidst Naomi's uneasy and wavering gaze, Vodka grinned and pushed a photo onto the coffee table.

Naomi looked down, and immediately her eyes widened in horror.

The light in the picture is not very bright, as if it was taken during sunset. In the picture, there is a young woman wearing a windbreaker, standing on the terrace with her chin supported, and her expression is a little melancholy.

She was very familiar with that young face that could be identified as a mixed-race person at a glance.

Shiho?! Why are they holding Shiho's photo?!

No, this is not a photo.

Look at the image quality, the proportions of the frame, and the shooting angle...

Also, the structure and style of the terrace she was standing on, and more of the other parts of the frame...

This is not "a certain" hotel, but the terrace of the Suzuki Resort, which was recently built on Hachijo Island, not far from the Pacific buoy.

With her extremely high IQ, she reacted quickly, and without any additional explanation, Naomi had already put together the most likely scenario in her mind.

Shiho was standing on the terrace on Hachijo Island, looking at something, when she was caught by the surveillance camera at the port on the other side of the road.

Her USB flash drive was taken away by the kidnappers, who used the photo in her USB flash drive and the facial recognition system they built themselves to find Miyano Shiho's whereabouts.

From what they said, they were going to do something to Shiho...

After figuring out the whole story, Naomi quickly realized that there might be a traitor in the Pacific buoy this time.

Just as she could use the gaps in the testing system to look for Miyano Shiho, other engineers with the same authority at Pacific Buoy could also use this system to find people without authorization.

The system he built from scratch to find his friends eventually became a sharp weapon to threaten his friends.

After biting her lips until they bled, Naomi slowly raised her head with tears in her eyes.

"Who are you? What are you going to do to her?" Naomi's voice became shrill, a bit hysterical. "Are you illegally using the cross-age recognition system? Our system has a very high level of protection. If you do this, you will definitely not be able to escape..."

"She really came here just for you." Vodka ignored her bluff, touched his chin, and smiled maliciously, "This time we really kill two birds with one stone."

"I've already told you, it's obvious." Rena Mizunashi, who understood what had happened after just a glance, turned her head away with disinterest. "This person even appeared on TV. If Shirley finds out about her, she'll definitely try to find her."

"Reacquaintance?"

"Tsk, are you kidding? Of course we're going to warn her that the organization is coming and take her away. Others don't know what the organization is interested in, but Shirley doesn't know?"

"Too……"

After perfunctorily saying a few words to Vodka, Rena Mizunashi almost rolled her eyes in her heart.

This state, this look, and this expression...

She admitted that Tang Ze's acting skills were quite good, but in this scene, it seemed a bit deliberate.

I wonder if I can find a way to get this photo of me wearing women's clothing back. Can I extort something from Tang Ze?