The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Lan, did you kick that guy yesterday? Where did you kick him?"

"Hey, Conan... forget it. It's probably around the side of the neck."

Hearing Conan speaking in a completely adult tone, Mao Lilan was startled at first. After confirming that no one else was looking here, she answered Conan's question in a low voice.

The situation is so complicated now, and the first thing we should pay attention to is not those trivial things.

As she spoke, she pointed to a spot on the side of her neck with her finger.

The situation happened very suddenly, and the kidnappers' evacuation speed was beyond imagination. She did not have time to react further. In a hurry, she only remembered to put on the leather shoes she brought with her.

According to the opponent's feedback after the kick, her kick was very effective. Even if the skin was not broken and bleeding, it definitely left a scar.

"It's also a position that can be covered by the scarf..." Conan estimated the position of Grace's scarf and muttered to himself.

When Naomi disappeared yesterday, the person he suspected most was actually Grace.

Ultimately, no matter how the attackers entered the facility, they needed to solve one problem: how to accurately locate Naomi in that gap.

You know, when he asked yesterday, he clearly confirmed from Makino Yosuke and several other engineers that generally they would only leave a gap of fifteen to twenty minutes for this kind of test session. It was because the police came to negotiate that day that Makino Yosuke was able to extend the time slightly.

All this information shows that Naomi's disappearance could not be explained by relying solely on the backdoor of the facial recognition program.

Even if their entrance and exit weren't located at a particularly deep depth, it would be difficult for untrained people to immediately withstand the pressure of deep diving. After entering, they would have to disguise themselves to a certain extent, covering their faces and disguising their identities, and then precisely seize the opportunity when Naomi was alone...

Each one is difficult, and being able to succeed in one go is enough to demonstrate the existence of an insider and the narrow scope of suspicion.

At that time, there were only two people who went out with Naomi, Grace and Tang Ze.

Tang Ze was naturally ruled out as a suspect. Even if we didn't consider his familiarity with him, the fact that the two of them arrived at the Pacific buoy at this time was purely a spur-of-the-moment decision and accidental, so the most suspicious person was of course Grace.

There is actually only one reason why Conan temporarily excludes her, that is, she is a woman.

Shuichi Akai would not easily share unconfirmed information with him. Binga was a man with cornrows, and he had confirmed this with his own eyes yesterday.

However, now, looking at Grace, Conan ruminated on his previous simple judgment and reasoning, and soon realized that the other people besides her were not very suspicious, including Reinhardt, who had nothing good to say about Naomi and always spoke in a very unpleasant way.

In other words, it is precisely this bad relationship that makes it difficult for him to become a suspect. Naomi probably will not reveal her whereabouts to him, and it is difficult for him to successfully guide Naomi's actions.

Well, as long as Grace isn't a woman...

"We have to think of a solution."

"What do you mean by 'find a solution'?" Mao Lilan, who was also staring at the screen nervously, asked in confusion, "Joker? But they control the system. We are not as good as the people here in terms of technology..."

"Of course not. Joker's style of action is a bit extreme, but he never hurts innocent people. I mean, we have to catch the suspect before they really evacuate..."

The two people's whispers were not noticed by others for the time being, because everyone's attention was drawn to the joker on the screen and the information he revealed.

"Helicopters, submarines, my next guess might not be very kind to you guys, huh?" Observing the panicked crowd, Joker posed a question with a smile, "Speaking of which, what is the defensive capability of this underwater facility of yours?"

This issue was also the part that Tang Ze wanted to complain about the most when he came to visit.

I can better understand their intention of building the building in the water, and I can also understand that they need to consider that the employees are not soldiers or police officers, and it is difficult for them to endure the psychological pressure of working underwater for a long time without light. It is not a bad thing to build the work area to be pleasing to the eye and livable.

So, may I ask why you built such large glass windows in the server area? Is it to increase culture points by building wonders?

Small pieces of glass are not a big problem, but such a large area of ​​translucent glass means that the strength of the entire building is limited.

With so much glass there, no matter how good the technology or military defense measures are, the entire facility will be destroyed by physical attacks, even without torpedoes. Once water seeps in, the whole thing will be finished.

"Of course we designed this part!" Facing the subtle glances from the detectives and police, Makino Yosuke immediately retorted loudly, "We considered the possibility of criminal attacks from the very beginning of construction, and set up multiple guided missiles and small torpedoes throughout the power ring..."

"But your design didn't take into account the possibility that the opponent might be a submarine, right?" Kuroda Bei shook his head and interrupted him directly.

Makino Yosuke opened his mouth, then closed it again in frustration.

Of course, I haven't considered this. Normally, I wouldn't consider this, right?

"Then I think, no matter what his purpose is, Joker is right." Kuroda Heibei looked again at the photo and dashboard that were being magnified on the screen. "You should evacuate the staff."

"Giving up this system now is too much..." Makino Yosuke retorted subconsciously.

"You're not controlling this system at all right now. The two sides in this confrontation and game have nothing to do with us." Kuroda Bei gave him a subtle look. "It's not a disposable system. Is it okay to temporarily shut it down to prevent further damage and then use it again after it's safe? Or will it damage your position at ICPO?"

Such a large project, finally built successfully, had such a huge security vulnerability and was even attacked physically...

After this incident, it would be difficult for Makino Yosuke to be the person in charge again.

However, these are not the issues that Kuroda Heibei needs to consider. Preventing the organization from continuing to use this system is far more meaningful than protecting this place.

"...I understand." Faced with such a sharp accusation, Makino Yosuke naturally lost his stubborn stance and slumped his shoulders. "I'll go notify the personnel to evacuate immediately."

After glancing unwillingly at the smiling young man on the screen, Makino Yosuke turned around.

More frustrating than the success or failure was that neither side seemed to regard the Pacific buoy as an enemy.

They are just a platform, just the battlefield itself. The funny thing is that this unexpectedly fits the positioning of Interpol itself. I really don’t know whether to cry or laugh.

"What about us? Are we leaving now?" Looking at the control panel where he was still tracking the intrusion server, Ed let out a sigh.

He couldn't tell whether he was sighing or relieved.

After all, he came to Pacific Buoy just to work. The salary was good and the benefits were decent, but he didn't want to risk his life for it.

"Let's go. What's the point if we can't even control the system now?" Reinhardt stood up decisively and glanced fearfully at Grace who was still sitting there while speaking.

He was just retrieving the surveillance footage from Hachijo Island for the policemen. As he was checking the images, he only noticed the problem with the operation log at the end.

Someone came to the control room last night and adjusted these cameras.

He didn't trust the Japanese police, but he trusted his own skills and eyesight. He had reason to believe that these were the traces left by the person who modified the surveillance footage.

If we don't expose her problem now, she might destroy the evidence when we get there. Or, as the police are scaremongering, the Pacific buoy will become a target and be destroyed. All the evidence will naturally be lost on the seabed, and the mole case will become a complete unsolved case...

Should I point this out, or should I first notify Chief Makino or the Japanese police there in secret?

While Reinhardt was hesitating about his poor relationship with them, Grace tidied the table in front of her and stood up.

"If that doesn't work, the Director and I will stay and check the system... Hmm?"

Just as he was halfway up, Binga felt something was wrong.

At some point, the silk scarf knot tied at the side of his neck got hooked on the corner of the chair back, and as he stood up, it was pulled open little by little.

Just because he spoke, several people around him turned their attention to him and cast their glances at him.

Binga was just about to think of a way to cover up the silk scarf that had slipped off without making any noise, and tie it up again when no one was noticing, when the silk scarf around her neck was suddenly grabbed by the edge and pulled off.

"Ms. Grace!" Ran Mao suddenly ripped off his silk scarf and shouted, "Your neck seems to be injured. Are you okay?"

Binga, who had never expected to be suddenly attacked here, froze and wanted to attack reflexively. By the time he controlled his movements and reacted, the scarf had been pulled away by Mao Lilan without any explanation.

A black bruise was revealed on his neck - the one caused by Mao Lilan's kick last night.

No matter how you look at it, this mark is caused by severe subcutaneous bleeding after trauma.

It's understandable that Binga really doesn't have time to deal with it.

Going to the island to capture someone for Vodka was originally a temporary task. His original task was to cooperate with others inside and outside and cooperate with Vermouth to take Naomi away and control her.

He had just finished being questioned by the police and had only time to eat before he received a request from Vodka to cooperate with the mission. He reluctantly went through the underwater exit to the submarine, then went ashore to arrest the person. After the arrest, he returned to the buoy and had to quickly deal with the traces left by their passionate car racing on the island that night...

The chain reaction caused by Shirley's impulsive pulling of the power switch was like an avalanche. One wrong step led to another. After being chased and witnessed the whole process of jumping into the sea, he had to rush to the control room to deal with the most troublesome part of the surveillance evidence. Today he had to deal with the police and the family members of the person involved who came to check the surveillance. It was a good thing that he remembered to find an accessory to cover his neck. He had no time to deal with the scars.

He silently covered the wound on his neck, and the look he gave to Mouri Ran was simply sinister.

This woman again, has she set her sights on me? What a hassle.

"I did get hurt a little. I accidentally fell off the bed while sleeping last night and bumped into something." He covered his neck while covering his Adam's apple, and said softly, "Thank you for your concern. You scared me, little girl."

"It seems I did scare you." Mao Lilan, who had already seen the marks of his wound, had a completely changed expression. "It must feel bad to be kicked by someone who suddenly jumped down, right?"

"Eh? What are you talking about..."

"I'm telling you!" Before Mao Lilan could explain anything further, Mao Li Kogoro suddenly slammed the table and said, "It's weird no matter how you look at it. After all, you're not a woman!"

"W-what?" Ed, who was standing not far from Grace, took a few steps back, his face horrified. "You mean Grace... Impossible!"

Reinhardt's exclamation, which had already been half-uttered, was choked back by him. He couldn't help but look at him with subtle sympathy.

Well, at least I only doubt Grace, which is better than someone like Ed who has pursued me before...

"The attacker who went to the hotel to capture Karasawa yesterday was kicked in the neck by Xiaolan. It was a very heavy kick, and it will definitely leave a mark." I didn't expect Maori Kogoro to have such a solution. Conan was half a beat late and stood beside him. "He's not a woman, right, Uncle Maori?"

"How could a woman have such a prominent Adam's apple? Not to mention the smell he has." Maori Kogoro shrugged his nose in disgust. "The perfume is too strong."

This was the part that Tang Ze almost couldn't hold back at first sight.

Fortunately, he is not Asian. The racial difference blurs many people's intuition about gender judgment. Otherwise, with his level of laughing at the level of Vermouth holding a photo, there is no point in playing it.

"Can you explain the origin of this wound?" Mao Lilan moved a few feet and was ready. "'Ms. Grace'?"

Binga's face darkened as he stared at the trio in front of him who were singing in unison. When he was about to say something, he heard a few chuckles coming from the speaker on the side.

He turned his head sharply and faced the Joker on the screen.

At some point, the boy in the picture lowered his head and moved closer to the camera. From the part covered by the hood, a pair of eyes emitting a faint red light pierced through the shadows and looked straight at him.

"Got you, 'Binga', no, maybe I should call you, Ochoa?"

When his real name was revealed, Binga's back instinctively stiffened and he stared at the guy who was leaning over the giant screen as if looking down at something tiny.

"...hiding your true identity and revealing your true face, playing tricks on you." Binga curled his lips, not directly answering Joker's question. "Aren't you afraid of being exposed in the system and being discovered? That's why you're so secretive, aren't you? You're such a coward."

He really couldn't stand this farce, this group of noisy people, including those colleagues who were so infuriating!