The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The long dark tunnel leads underground, and secrets from a century ago are mixed with the humid air.

Everyone gathered around the entrance of the cave and sighed as they looked at the dark passage below.

"He dug such a deep tunnel in the mountain and even built a mechanism, but no one knew...your great-grandfather was a very thoughtful guy." After looking at it with a flashlight for a long time, Gan Jiangyi said in a dry voice He praised, with a kind of uncontrollable regret in his voice.

The people around him who were looking at him curiously all looked at him.

There are no fools here, everyone can hear what he is saying.

In that era, a castle of this size could be built, and there was still time and money to build such a large underground space below. Even such squandering could leave a lot of assets to support future generations without worrying about food and clothing. This person's wealth This can be seen with accumulation.

If his tools were not confiscated by the police, or if the police did not follow him to the castle, he might be able to find a lot of "good things" if he explored secretly...

"It's just that you are very rich." Mouri Kogoro reached out and touched the stone wall without much dust, and said bluntly, "There is not a lot of dust accumulation, which means that the air in this underground space may have always been circulated, and there is more than just this one exit. . Ordinary people with money can’t do this.”

Kasaka Natsumi tightened the box on the tight side, and wisely did not answer this sentence. She just said: "There are always people maintaining the castle, and it is often opened as an attraction. It won't be very shabby."

Her great-grandfather returned to Japan after the Russian Revolution and was suddenly able to build such a high castle. No one would believe that this had nothing to do with the Tsarist family.

To put it bluntly, he took advantage of his status as a craftsman working for the royal family and took away a lot of treasures.

In the chaotic current situation at that time, it was understandable to make such a choice for self-protection and escape, but now it is not very good to investigate carefully.

Because of this, when everyone secretly despised Ganshouichi, only Ura Si Qinglan kept his eyes of hatred on Kasaka Natsumi, especially her gentle and lovely face.

Keenly aware of her emotions, Tang Ze took a step forward and picked up the candlestick beside the table, blocking her sight.

"Although you seem to have brought a lot of bright flashlights, after all, this is an underground space that no one has entered in decades. It is better to bring a candle to check the oxygen situation."

"You are very thoughtful. You still have this kind of knowledge about survival in the wild. You are very smart, Karasawa-san." Megure Thirteen would not refuse and nodded happily.

Pu Siqinglan's eyes fell on the side of Tang Ze's face, and she immediately instinctively covered her right eye. It took a lot of effort to control herself from retreating.

She didn't know whether it was because her ability had been affected or because of the psychological shadow caused by several setbacks, but now whenever she saw this face, she instinctively felt her eyeballs swell and hurt.

Seeing her shrinking back, Karasawa supported Natsumi Kasaka and stood with her in the crowd, walking toward the passage below, recalling his discussion with his teammates in his mind.

"Pu Siqinglan - although I don't know Scobin's real name, let's call her this - her ability is closely related to vision. I think that she can shoot other people's right eyes. Of course, there is a right pull. There is a sense of ritual in Putin's yearning, but it may also be related to her own situation. "

This was Tangze's analysis when he caused serious damage to Pu Siqinglan for the second time.

"What is the basis for your judgment?" asked Asai Narumi, adding by the way, "However, even if it is just a guess, it is very reasonable. Our special abilities are related to our personal experiences and thoughts to some extent. Her right eye Persistence brings a visual bonus to the right eye, which is reasonable. "

"The main thing is the timing of the influence she exerted disappears." Tangze clicked his right eye, "If I want to describe it, her ability gives me the feeling of a 'solidified' power, like The surrounding air suddenly turned into a liquid, making the resistance of the movement much greater. If this ability continues to develop, it may be like Medusa, who can turn people into stone at a glance, mainly when her bullets hit her. The moment it hit me and hurt herself, that feeling disappeared.”

"That is to say..." Zhu Fu Jingguang touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Her power is indeed born out of the legend of Rasputin. The most famous labels of Rasputin are 'mysticism' and 'legendary' "Immortality", it makes sense to regard solidification as a kind of immortality..."

"Ah, this can explain how she got mixed up with the zoo." Tang Ze scratched his hair and said in disgust, "Eternal life, and eternal life. How afraid of death is she? It's because she knows Is it doomed that I will not live long because I have done something wrong to God?”

"...So, to this day, even though he has been identified as accelerating the process of tsarist Russia's destruction and is undoubtedly a sinner of history, he still has many public admirers who have repeatedly tried to prove that Rasputin is a person who cannot be People understand him as a reformer, and the part about him being extravagant and licentious is just a stigma." Tang Ze continued to introduce, holding up the candlestick in his hand, "In the final analysis, it also stems from the pursuit and fear of the mysterious power of metaphysics."

"So that's it." After listening to Karasawa's words, Kasaka Natsumi nodded thoughtfully, "I should pay more attention to things about Russia. My understanding of Russia is very limited, and I need you for these things. Introduce me, I’m so sorry.”

Tangze smiled, his expression slightly gloomy against the backdrop of the candlelight in his hand: "What about now? Are you more interested in Russia, or less interested? Their history has always been separated from the current process, perhaps out of nostalgia In Catherine's golden age, there are many people there who admire the tsar. Thanks to your great-grandfather's connections there and the support of your family, you will actually be given preferential treatment and respect in Russia. "

Tang Ze's words were full of temptation.

Just like he said, just carefully observe the pictures reflected by the egg of memories, and her tsarist bloodline is a sure thing.

——If you think about it a little deeper, you will understand. If he hadn’t gotten together with Nicholas II’s daughter, Kiichi Kasaka, who is very craftsmanlike, would never have included his family photos for no reason. It's in the family photo of my employer, what a terrible sight.

Originally, Kasaka Natsumi had no idea about this, so maybe she wouldn't have any other feelings except finally seeing the photo of her great-grandmother, but Karasawa felt that she had the right to make her own choices, and it was still necessary to let her know.

Of course, if she has no interest in this, Tang Ze will respect her ideas and not let those annoying questions disturb her life.

"I have some Russian ancestry, so I am also curious about life there. There is also the Hermitage. I am really curious about what the longest art gallery in the world looks like." Natsumi Kasaka smiled. , shook his head slightly, "However, that is not my hometown after all, and the interaction between my family and them is a story from a hundred years ago. It's okay to go and see, but if you want to live, forget it."

"Thinking very clearly."

"What you said is too exaggerated..."

Kuroba Kaito, who usually held up a flashlight to look around, heard this and couldn't help but look at Karasawa a few more times.

He knew about the Egg of Memories, on the one hand, because he did have some understanding of the legendary craftsman Kasaka Kiichi, and naturally knew the situation of his family's descendants, and on the other hand, because...

In short, except for the simple and simple idea of ​​returning the things to Kasaka Natsumi, he really hadn't thought about so many things. When he heard Karasawa's probing, he couldn't help but look weird.

Is it possible that this guy has really developed a service spirit because he opened a commissioning website? How can he act like a fake kid and provide after-sales services like this?

The mighty team soon arrived at the end of the passage, and the exquisitely painted double-headed eagle on the wall was revealed to everyone.

Several flashlights illuminated the dusty emblem. Tangze looked at the painting in front of him and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

The crown of Peter the Great, the scepter and the golden ball that represented imperial power. No wonder those restorationists were so loud. In order to overthrow the previous path, they made a 180-degree turn and even directly used the double-headed weapon that is most closely related to imperial power. Eagle, then there will always be many people thinking about it.

Since there were so many people in the team this time, even if Conan didn't jump out to reason and analyze, enough flashlights were sweeping back and forth on the mural, and the "jewel" on the crown was still illuminated.

The brightness meter received enough signals, the ground beneath their feet began to shake, and the road to the deepest point began to unfold again.

"Oh, so it is a special mechanism that will be activated when there is enough light." Mouri Kogoro looked at the bunches of flashlight light gathered on the crown, and the countless light paths illuminated the crown as if it were daytime. He couldn't help but complain. He said, "Speaking of that year Does the generation have a flashlight? Even if there is a flashlight, the brightness is not comparable to the current strong light flashlight, right? This designer has not considered how to turn it on if there is no such strong light source in the future. problem?”

"Perhaps this is the confidence of a top craftsman in his skills." Bai Ma Tan looked at the steps revealed by the movement of the machine in front of him and said lightly, "To be able to build such a large project in the mountains, it is obvious that he believes that he can create it himself." The mechanism can last for ten or a hundred years, which is enough to carry the secret to the end of the next century."

"... Or maybe he didn't want to open this place again." Tangze took over his words and pointed to the arch exposed in front, "That is the style of an Orthodox church. This place is not so much a secret room as... …”

"Tomb." Conan gave the most direct answer, "I'm afraid, a person from Russia should be buried here. He designed many mechanisms. Perhaps in addition to leaving a possibility for future generations to explore the truth, he also hopes that this People can sleep here and protect their descendants. "

Kasaka Natsumi, who was still watching this shocking scene in a daze, blinked in shock, and soon realized what they meant. She couldn't help but speed up her pace and ran quickly towards this deeply hidden room.

This is a quite open space, and the exquisite vaults and surrounding statues support the detectives’ judgment that this is a tomb full of Orthodox Christian style.

Facts have proved that Tang Ze was indeed prescient. The candlestick he brought down was used to light the surrounding candles, completely illuminating this hidden space.

On the altar in front, a large hexagonal coffin was placed there, with a heavy and huge lock exposed on its front. Everything was in line with Orthodox funeral customs.

When the hurried Natsumi Kasaka found the key to unlock the door, although the scene was indeed solemn and tense, when the coffin was pushed away, the large red Easter egg was picked up from the bones. When speaking, Conan still couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and complained softly.

"...Anyway, even if you can only bury your wife secretly due to religious reasons, bury her with treasures, make it openable, and leave the key to future generations, this is still, uh, too advanced. ”

He understands the truth. It may be that there is hope that future generations can discover everything in it, but it is a "treasure map" and is stored separately. This is different from directly telling future generations that they really can't survive and explode the ancestor's gold coins. What's the difference?

Even though the customs of the Orthodox Church may be different, this is still too filial piety.

"Perhaps, there may be other reasons." Karasawa smiled, looking at the big egg that had been revealed again, pretending to be leaning over to watch, and secretly kicked Kuroha Kaito.

Kuroba Kaito, who was dressed as a mature and steady policeman, controlled his expression and just looked back with a condemning look.

"Hey, how come you know so clearly what's going on in my ancestor's tomb?" Tang Ze whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I wonder if the Phantom Thief is not a tomb robber? Are you... "

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"What nonsense are you talking about?" Kuroba Kaito's forehead briefly burst with veins, "I have never been here before."

"That means your dad has been here." Tang Ze was not fooled by him at all and continued to express it as a matter of course.

Kuroba Kaito was really hit on: "..."

Reading too much from his silence, Tang Ze patted his arm and said comfortingly: "It's okay, everyone has unreliable dads. Just don't play yourself to death."

"Who knows him..."

When the Phantom Thieves were discussing a more filial topic, the empty egg, as if it had been left blank intentionally to place something, was also exposed to everyone's sight.

The size is obviously a circle larger, and the space left is obviously used to place the support legs. The following reasoning is so logical.

"It has the same structure as a Russian matryoshka doll. Inside the big egg, there is a small egg. Well, it makes sense as the finale of the entire series." Hattori Heiji looked around and concluded.

"The master's design shouldn't be just that simple..." Conan took advantage of his height and looked at the bottom of the large egg, which was also inlaid with glass. Then he turned his head, looked at the empty circular base beside him, and nodded suddenly, " Ah, it should still be a brightness meter.”

"Well, who's flashlight can adjust the focus? I guess it's the same as before. It's difficult to trigger it with an ordinary light source... Ah, okay, thank you, officer."

With the collective efforts of some of the smartest young minds in the world, the secret of the beam and the big egg was quickly discovered after two minutes.

"What a pity." Looking at this egg, which was obviously very sophisticated in structure and carefully designed, Bai Ma Tan sighed, "If the little one was here, maybe he could see the full picture of the master's design... Well, If I contact the Suzuki family now, will they be willing..."

"...I have one here."

Realizing Karasawa's true intention of giving this thing to her in advance, Kasaka Natsumi felt her heart beating very fast. A premonition that she was about to see a shocking sight made her heart beat very fast.

"Huh?" Hattori Heiji made a strange expression as he watched her open the small box that had always been with her and reveal the "familiar" memory egg, "Has the Suzuki family given this to you in private? Hiss, how could I remember..."

Kasaka Natsumi quickly glanced at Karasawa, lowered her head, slowly placed it on the bottom of another egg, and recited the previously discussed words fluently.

"This is not the one from the Suzuki family. This is the 1:1 replica that they kept in the museum in case Kidd showed up at the museum... Although the gold is fake, the internal structure was copied after they scanned it. , as long as there is no too hidden design, perhaps a similar effect can be achieved... This is, well, this was given to me by Ms. Yuanzi, saying that it is kept as a souvenir, and it is also convenient for future display..."

In response to her remarks, several detectives exchanged looks with different expressions.

Before they could ask questions, Shiratori Rensaburo said: "If it really needs to be kept by one of you in the future, it will be more convenient for both parties to have a replica for exhibition. Ms. Suzuki is very thoughtful."

With her heart pounding, Natsumi Kasaka quickly nodded in agreement with what he said, not daring to say more, and gently closed the lid of the egg.

Under the gazes of others with bated breath, and in Tang Ze's eyes with implicit expectation, a magical scene appeared as promised.

The handicraft full of mechanical designs was activated by sufficient lighting. The two-layer egg-glazed shell was illuminated transparently and brightly under the refraction of multiple lenses, and the golden statue inside was clearly illuminated.

The emperor's family, who were sitting on the sofa and reading books, slowly rose in the light. The joints of the villain began to move. The emperor who was sitting among them raised his hand and began to turn the paper.

Rays of light refracted along the designed path, like an astral instrument, illuminating the complex and exquisite glass structures of the large Memory Egg on the vault. Photos made of magic lenses appeared above the head, and then As the pages of the book turn, they slowly rotate.

"This is, this is a photo..." Kasaka Natsumi clasped her hands and opened her eyes excitedly.

"So, what the emperor is holding in his hands is not a book, but a family album." Bai Ma looked up and observed them, nodding with satisfaction as if the puzzle had finally been solved, "Therefore, this egg is called the 'Egg of Memories', and it is composed of two drawings. It is worthy of being a masterpiece of several masters with great craftsmanship."

"Oh my God..." Qian Jiangyi looked up and looked at these images that traveled through time, muttering to himself, "If these two are sold together, I'm afraid 2 billion can be sold... Uh!"

Kuroba Kaito, who was standing behind him, kicked him rudely, and when he cast a suspicious look, he just said calmly: "Sorry, my foot slipped."

Kanchuan Long stood behind Pu Siqinglan, whose back was stiff, and was about to raise them to shoot this historic moment. As if intentionally or unintentionally, Tang Ze adjusted his standing angle and blocked part of the picture of his lens, not letting the photo of Xiangsaka Natsumi's great-grandparents into the picture.

At the same time, he was also the only one who did not raise his head and kept chasing those pictures.

In the dark, his eyes turned red again.

Watching this scene, Tang Ze sighed with satisfaction.

In his vision, the bright craftwork exuded a dazzling light that almost blinded people's eyes. The undulating lines, even at such a long distance, still conveyed the flame-like warmth and longing to Tang Ze's eyes.

This is the temperature of memories.

No matter how similar the cognitive creation from the temple is to the original one, this is the real egg of memories. In his eyes, it is always different.