The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 702: Shirley is late but she’s here (page 12)

"I want to go and see the Twin Towers in Nishitama City? Why did you suddenly decide like this?" Conan, who was flipping through his cell phone out of boredom, looked up at Dr. Agasa in astonishment.

"The children all want to go over there and see it. After all, it's really high. You can see it from our direction." Dr. Ali put away the dishes and replied casually, "It's normal for children to be curious."

"What's more, the view of that building is very good. From their large viewing elevator, you can see almost the entire Mount Fuji. It's very beautiful." Haibara Ai, who was wearing headphones, added.

Dr. A Li raised his eyebrows, stopped what he was doing, and looked at Haibara Ai who was writing and drawing in his notebook: "Hey, have you paid attention to the situation in that building? Don't you want to go and see it too? "Xiao Ai."

"Well, it's just a coincidence..." Haiyuan Ai, who was preparing to come up with some mathematical results based on the message records and comparisons sent by Noah, paused.

She was usually interested in this kind of city construction and tourism news, but she couldn't stand the group of phantom thieves next door who were jumping up and down and making a lot of noise. She couldn't even think about it.

Anyway, after unremitting efforts, the false identity created by Karasawa became a disciple of Kisaragi Hosui. The focus of the Phantom Thieves' recent strategy shifted accordingly, and they began to shoot down many celebrities involved in the art world, almost every day. An art critic, or collector, or even the artist himself who sees a new incident...

It’s not clear whether Kisaragi Fongsui, as Karasawa said, had enough paranoid spiritual power to support him in resurrecting the next deceased police officer, Haihara Ai, but looking at their recent vigorous momentum, maybe Kisaragi Fongsui is not needed Water, they can all come up with one person.

"It's a skyscraper. It's a novelty for the kids... I just don't know if it will be open to visitors. I read on the news that the opening ceremony of the building hasn't started yet." Dr. A Li muttered.

"I stopped by to take a look on the way back. I think the children will lose interest if they come closer and take a look downstairs. There is nothing to see in the urban nails driven by reinforced concrete." Haiyuan Ai shook his head and continued Diving into the ocean of mathematics.

Hey, Noah's experimental data model has become more and more mature. If only he could completely take over the data processing work...

Forget it, if you rely on others to do scientific research, it’s easy to get sucked into failure because of luck.

Lowering her head again, Haibara Ai, immersed in calculations, stopped paying attention to the discussion between Conan and the doctor at the dinner table, as well as the conversation between the elementary school students who had returned from catching butterflies.

"I'm still studying when I'm out to play. Sometimes I feel sad that I'm having a hard time." Ayumi Yoshida looked over and expressed tactfully.

She wasn't very good at understanding what was on the paper, but those dense numbers and forms were really dizzying.

"If you want to say that it's not interesting for her to come out to play together and read a book all the time, you can just say that." Motojima reminded in a low voice.

"This is very rude." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya stopped righteously.

"I think you just think she's cute, and you have some weird prejudices." Mota Kojima glanced at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's face with disdain, and mentally condemned this classmate who was only in the first grade of elementary school and was only thinking about romantic relationships. .

"It seems that this shouldn't be called prejudice, this should be called, uh..." Ayumi, whose Chinese language was not much better, got stuck.

"It's called a filter." Conan complained softly and looked away from Haihara Ai's paper.

To be honest, he was also very curious about what Haihara Ai, who had taken away the Belmode sample, had researched.

I really hope that there will be more progress in the development of Haiyuan's antidote. He really doesn't want to play the joker game all day long in the future in order to avoid the sequelae...

Thinking of joker, Conan clicked on the SNS page and searched for the Phantom Thieves tag. Unsurprisingly, he saw a news photo of a man walking into a police station surrounded by spotlights with a slumped face.

What happened to these people recently? Sudden action broke out. The notice letters flying around Tokyo almost made people worried about environmental protection. The Phantom Thieves' logos appeared on various media so frequently that it made him happy to see them. Aesthetic fatigue.

Could it be that after Kitagawa Yusuke won the prize, he came into contact with wealthy business collectors of a higher level, and began to excavate as if he had discovered a treasure...

Oops, I feel like I've been somewhat contaminated by joker's weird words. He also started to like to use some weird metaphors.

Conan shook his head vigorously, getting rid of that joking face from his mind, put down his cell phone, and rejoined the discussion of several elementary school students.

It's better to spend some time with the children to wash their minds.

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"Hey, sister? Well, I'm fine, I'm having a good time. You have to take care of yourself over there, and if someone goes too far, remember to protest. Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore. It won’t be a problem even if I’m alone outside.”

Late at night, Genta Kojima secretly walked out of the tent after getting up and walked towards the public toilet. What he saw was Ai Haibara standing under the streetlight not far away and making a call on a public phone.

He squinted his sleepy eyes, looked at the clock not far away, and looked at the girl standing in the phone booth strangely, full of doubts.

It's really strange. Didn't Haiyuan also have a mobile phone? In the afternoon, she had been wearing headphones and listening to music. Why was she calling a public phone again now?

Because of the distance, Kojima Mota couldn't hear her words clearly, so he hurriedly continued to run to the public toilet.

Maybe I feel a little homesick after getting up at night, so I call my family. Haibara's brother is a classmate of Xiaolan and the others.

Isn't it really too late to call at this time...

"Don't worry, I've had enough sleep recently, but that guy Karasawa is really a little busy." Miyano Akemi glanced at the time that was close to midnight and shook her head, "It would be nice if he could worry less."

Karasawa has a variety of identities, and even though Hoshikawa Teru shares part of the schedule for him, he is still extremely busy.

As the Phantom Thief of Heart, he is responsible for deciding the overall work plan, dealing with the newly discovered targets in the art world, and still has to do daily Impression Space tasks. Even if there are so many members running for him, he just makes plans and investigates the situation. It will take a lot of time.

On the other hand, as Kumail, he is also responsible for Akechi Goro's busy Internet celebrity detective schedule and the investigation tasks assigned by the organization. The computer room invasion of the Twin Towers in Nishitama City cannot be left behind.

The lives of ordinary students still have to go on. The Zero Group still needs to maintain contact with the FBI, communicate with each other, and take time to go to Shibuya Street to suppress the traffic.

Now, because of the strengthened contact with Kisaragi Hosui, in addition to going to his residence to study courses two or three times a week, Kitagawa Yusuke also has some more social tasks. Miyano Akemi is deeply worried about whether Karasawa is there every day. sleep.

If this cycle continues, can it really be sustained?

"If you want to find a glimmer of hope and change your destiny, you must not stop here. I can understand this feeling. I will also work hard, sister. I will go to see the Twin Towers in Nishitama City later. Good night, and go to bed early." Gray. Yuan Ai hung up the phone and sighed a little.