Chapter 698: Cooperation Between the Phantom Thief and the Detective

"Ah, you are the police officer who just called. The customer wearing sunglasses mentioned before has not come yet."

"Are you sure he comes here every afternoon?"

"Yes, he seems to be waiting for someone. What's wrong, is he involved in any case?"

"No, just some traffic accident problems...Um, can you please make a simple record of the phone call two days ago?"

"Oh, oh, okay..."

Watching Yumi Miyamoto talking with the chef of the cafe, Maori Kogoro looked back and forth at the shop for a moment and curled his lips.

The distance between San Chome and Ni Chome is so far, how could the man who dropped his phone and died in a car accident find the wrong place.

"Should I call Miss Azusa? If someone comes, let her listen to the voice, and she will probably be able to tell it apart. By the way, is it okay for you to leave the shop to Miss Azusa and come with us?" Maori Kogoro looked at Amuro Toru who was following behind.

Although it seems that I haven't taken care of the cafe much while working as a clerk and running a detective agency...

"It's not the peak period in the evening yet, the store is not very busy now. And even if it gets busy, there will be other people to help. Since I opened the agency, I haven't been fully present at work here." Amuro Toru smiled and explained a little.

The main reason why he still kept his job at Polo Cafe was that Tang Ze needed to stay in the cafe during his protection observation period. During this year, Polo Cafe was destined to be the place where he and Tang Ze would stay.

As for whether adding so many part-time staff would affect income and expenditure... As Tang Ze had guessed before, the organization must have ensured that everything was under control before arranging him to move in. The actual owner of the cafe has long been Amuro Toru himself.

All expenses of the cafe were paid by the organization, and even more so after Kumail appeared. Amuro Toru didn't just fill up the cafe with all the configurations. He did so out of the need to keep it as it was and keep a low profile, not because he didn't want to.

"You said, that customer asked you if you had ever found a lost phone?" Yumi Miyamoto raised her voice a little, attracting the attention of several people who were still observing the environment.

"Yes, he also asked me if there were any waitresses in the store, or if I had seen any female customers who came to the store pick up things or something..." The fat chef explained everything in detail.

"It seems that I am right." Maori Kogoro nodded, finally feeling that this incident had a clue.

"Ah, here we are, that customer." The chef looked at the door of the store that was pushed open, lowered his voice, "The one wearing sunglasses."

Conan turned his head, looked at the man pointed out by the chef with burning eyes, and touched the watch on his wrist.

Through thinking in the car and combining the actual situation, he can basically distinguish the general picture of the whole incident.

Next, just like in the past, he just needs to open the anesthesia watch and give Uncle Maori an injection...

He was about to press the dial, and Amuro Toru suddenly took two steps forward, and happened to bump into his elbow that he had just raised.

How could the elementary school student resist the power of Super Rice Flower Man? With a twist of his wrist, the dial was covered again.

"Okay, time waits for no one, let's make it short." Amuro Toru rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the man in sunglasses who had chosen a seat. "Do you mind telling me who you are? My friend found a mobile phone here two days ago."

"Eh, eh?!" Miyamoto Yumi stretched out her hand to grab the suddenly attacking Amuro Toru to stop him from alerting the enemy, but looking at the surprised expression of the man in sunglasses, it was obviously too late.

"Or let's put it another way." Amuro Toru put his hands on his waist and looked down at the middle-aged man's shiny hair. "Mr. Baisho Shuhei, how much money are you going to pay for this account book?"

Conan, who felt that the script was a little wrong, panicked for a moment, and rushed to Amuro Toru in two steps and three steps, and opened the watch again.

Although the records stored in the address book are most likely the accounts of Baisho Shuhei's manipulation of election funds and other situations during the election and receiving improper money, it is the first time he has seen a way of attacking directly in the face without any reasoning.

I don't know what the psychological quality of this henchman is. If he is hit by a word from Amuro Toru and chooses to play dead or start to escape...

Conan couldn't help but hesitate whether to shoot the man in sunglasses or Amuro Toru.

"What are you talking about?" The middle-aged man was caught off guard by Amuro Toru's words, and his hand trembled, and the menu he just picked up fell heavily back on the table.

"What's wrong, do I have any misunderstandings about the content of that phone?" Amuro Toru didn't even turn his head, and directly reached out and grabbed Conan's watch, which he was constantly groping for, "Little boy, show this uncle what we found."

His movements were very natural. On the surface, it seemed like a child ran towards him and was held by his wrist. No one noticed Conan's subtle movement of groping the dial.

Conan raised his head and looked at Amuro Toru in surprise.

Amuro Toru met the gaze of the fake elementary school student and just smiled with confidence.

If they quickly found a reason to let the traffic police detain this man first, the Zero Team, which had already started a race with the Phantom Thief, would have time to go to the home of the man who died in the car accident and find the original account book that the other party had sorted out.

Even if Baisho Shuhei will start to reflect on himself in tears on TV or radio in a while, the police who have already secured the evidence with the help of the detective will not lose too much.

So, hurry up, kid.

Facing the gaze of the man in sunglasses, Conan, whose anesthesia watch was completely held in Amuro Toru's hand, could only bite the bullet and take out the mobile phone he had been studying from his pocket.

"It's so strange, uncle, is this your mobile phone? Why are the names in the communication all incomprehensible pseudonyms, and none of them can be dialed? There is no number starting with 1 in Japan, uncle is so stupid."

"What are these two people doing..." Before he could react to what happened, the situation turned into a step-by-step encirclement. When Maori Kogoro hurriedly approached, he happened to catch up with Conan finishing this string of classic childish words.

Conan raised his hand and pointed at Maori Kogoro who was walking over: "Uncle Maori said that this is an account book recorded in the address book, which was sorted out by an investigative reporter from various merchants. Is it true?"

The situation changed too quickly, and the middle-aged man in sunglasses, whose emotions were completely led by the two detectives, subconsciously looked at Maori Kogoro who was walking over.

Because he was the slowest to react, Maori Kogoro walked all the way from the bar in front of the chef to the booth, which happened to block the only exit of this small cafe to the outside world.

In the eyes of the man in sunglasses, Maori Kogoro, with his hands in his pockets, was full of the temperament of a mastermind, like the real boss among a group of people, making plans before taking action, strolling leisurely, full of oppression.

"I, I don't understand what you are talking about." The man stammered and reluctantly answered, "Did you recognize the wrong person? I, I have something to do later..."

"But just now the owner of this store said that you asked him if he had picked up the phone. What, don't you want to take it back, this thing?" Amuro Toru calmly pointed at the phone in Conan's hand, "The pseudonyms in the address book are actually the abbreviations of various merchants, right? First summarize the nature of the company in English, and then abbreviate it into a short Katakana. In this way, even if the phone accidentally falls into the hands of others, it is not easy for others to see the recorded content at a glance..."

Speaking of this, he pointed to Maori Kogoro who happened to walk side by side with them, and did not wait for Maori Kogoro who was confused to say anything, and directly changed the subject.

"However, the person who picked up the phone was not an ordinary person, but a famous detective, Mr. Maori Kogoro."

"Ah?!" The man in sunglasses, who was feeling very uncomfortable, almost jumped up from his seat, "You are Maori Kogoro?! You know everything?"

"Hey, I, I..." Suddenly becoming the focus of everyone's attention, Maori Kogoro didn't know what to answer, so he could only meet the gaze of the man in sunglasses and nodded slowly, "I am indeed Maori Kogoro."

"Mr. Maori told me all the reasoning just now. What do you think? Do you still want to resist and insist that everything has nothing to do with Baisho Shuhei? If you insist so much, then we will tell the police about our discovery." Amuro Toru lightly pushed the pot away, looked at the man's face, which was already covered with sweat, and smiled.

As a henchman running errands for Baisho Shuhei, the man in front of him had no choice but to cooperate with them.

The man who threatened to blackmail was dead, and Baisho Shuhei's last flaw was this phone that could not be recovered.

The task of the man in sunglasses is to retrieve the phone. Now that the phone has fallen into the hands of the detective and the original appearance of the incident has been discovered, his task is doomed to fail.

If he cooperates with them, there may be a possibility of bargaining and buying off the detective to shut up. If he does not cooperate with them, it is unknown whether Baisho Shuhei will be finished, but he, as a lackey, is definitely finished.

"Speaking of which, although it is unlucky for you that the things fell into our hands, Mr. Baisho Shuhei is still quite lucky overall." Amuro Toru said in a casual tone, jokingly, "The possibility of accepting bribes was discovered, and he was blackmailed, and the blackmailer happened to have a traffic accident... It's a pity, if he had been more careful and not so careless, everything would not have been exposed, right?"

As he said this, he lowered his purple-gray eyes coldly, staring at the man with pity and ridicule.

Under such a gaze, the man quickly reacted to Amuro Toru's meaning.

Baishou Shuhei could deal with the blackmailer whose identity was unknown without anyone noticing, so it would be easy to deal with him, a henchman who might turn against him at any time.

Amid the gazes of several people with different meanings, the man in sunglasses shuddered and quickly realized his situation.

"I, I want to become a tainted witness..."

"Don't worry, as long as the information you provide is true, the relevant departments will guarantee your safety." Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows and took out his mobile phone, ready to send it directly to the action team on standby as soon as the man gave the number of the original owner of the mobile phone.

He knew that these guys who played conspiracies and tricks were of average quality. Not to mention facing the severe interrogation methods of the police, they would soon scare themselves to death if they were slightly frightened.

After finding a breakthrough, following the clues, it is natural to figure out how Baishou Shuhei got in touch with the organization's channels.

The man in sunglasses pushed the nose clip that was wet with sweat and was sliding down, and looked at the silent Maori Kogoro pleadingly: "Then, I can say! Mr. Maori, can you please not mention my name to the media..."

"First, take out the original number of this phone. As long as you cooperate well, Mr. Maori will consider it." Amuro Toru urged.

"Okay, okay, I wrote it down on the note..."

Maori Kogoro, who only admitted his identity from beginning to end and solved the case automatically for no reason:?

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"You, do you usually do this kind of mission?" Zhu Fujingguang climbed up the vines to the top of the giant statue, panting and looking at the jungle under his feet.

This stone tower-like giant statue that rose from the ground may be a hundred meters above the ground. The original tall and gloomy primitive giant tree that could not be penetrated by sunlight looked like a small dark green block from this angle.

Although I'm not afraid of heights, looking down at such a height without any protection still makes me feel dizzy.

"Not every time, it's so exciting..." Miyano Akemi, who was panting after climbing, wiped her forehead and answered while panting.

"Huh, wait for me, I can't keep my hand steady now..." Zhu Fu Jingguang tried to calm his breathing and raised the sniper rifle in his hand again.

"It's okay, you don't have to aim very accurately, the target is big, just break it." Asai Chengji loosened the bowstring in his hand and exhaled, "At this distance, even if the target is big, I can't guarantee the hit rate. Sorry for bothering you."

"No trouble. Since I chose to join you, this is what I should do." Zhu Fu Jingguang exhaled, aimed at the bright and dazzling square on the mirror frame column, and pulled the trigger.

Xingchuan Hui, who had been waiting for a long time beside him, jumped up lightly, followed the bullet that broke through the air at high speed, and shot at the light ball floating in the air.

As he tightly grasped the bright object, a crisp sound of breaking glass came.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked up and saw that the sun, which was hanging high in the sky and shining on the jungle, was shattered.

The entire alienated sky seemed to be broken from the position of the sun, and spider-web-like cracks slowly crawled all over the sky, and the azure sky was exposed from the glass-like gap there.

The cracks slowly expanded, and human voices, vehicle engine sounds, horns... all kinds of sounds belonging to human society slowly broke the strange silence.

The world seemed to be shattered by his just shot, and it was about to be replaced with its true appearance.

The false sunshine that the entire jungle relied on for survival was about to be destroyed.

"So, as long as you take this thing away, Baisho Zhouping will change his twisted mind and repent for his crimes?" Zhu Fu Jingguang narrowed his eyes and looked up at the miraculous vision, and couldn't help smiling, "Shoot down the alienated sun together? It sounds really good."

Although he had already intuitively felt the power of the Phantom Thieves, he couldn't help but feel shocked and happy when he saw such a wonder.

"No, before that... let's worry about how to get down." Shimabukuro Kimie, who had experience, looked at Hoshikawa Teru who was flying out and began to fall down, and showed a calm and relieved smile, "The palace is starting to collapse."

"Ah?! Ah, it really started to shake!"

"Hold on tight, be careful not to shake out directly..."

"Then, then Shade...!"

"Don't worry, you won't die from the fall, and even if you die, the leader will pull you up and continue to work."

"Huh?!"

While they were making jokes and scaring the new teammates, red chains fell from the sky.

"You guys, stop making trouble, Noah is very dissatisfied with acting as a helicopter. If you don't hold on tight, Noah will not care about you——"

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I am Maori Kogoro. Although I don't know why, I am a famous detective.

Everyone thinks that there is no problem in the world that I can't solve, but I think that the problem is solved easily, maybe it's just fate.

It's like, this newspaper in my hand now, I must be showing my heroic figure again...

Looking at the front page photo of the newspaper in his hand, Maori Kogoro "poofed" and sprayed the coffee in his mouth again.

"What do you mean by detectives and thieves working together to show their power and expose the evil deeds of congressmen?! Who has a clear division of labor with them, who?!"

"Well..." Conan walked into the cafe and looked at Maori Kogoro, then looked at Enomoto Azusa who was busy because of Amuro Toru's absence, and finally looked at the TV in the cafe.

On the screen, Baisho Shuhei's face, which was shaking with tears, was replayed continuously in the sound of the announcer's tablet.

"Probably, it's like this." Conan shook his head, took out his mobile phone, and edited the email to send to Joker.