The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 1093 Heavenly Punishment

The police report did not exaggerate the facts; Pramya's injuries were indeed serious.

Through the blinds of the ward, one could barely see a human figure whose head and face were almost completely covered. It was difficult to recognize the person on the bed.

"She planned this for so long, but in the end, she was the only one who became the real victim." Mao Lilan sighed softly as she let go of the hand that pulled open the window slats. "It's like a punishment from heaven."

"Why are you using such mysterious words?" Kogoro Mouri, who had no interest in observing, looked at his daughter's emotional expression and couldn't help but wonder.

"It wasn't me. You know, the streets were so busy, with so many media outlets broadcasting and reporting... The bombing was a huge deal. Aside from Pramya, a few people suffered minor injuries due to the crowds, but luckily they were safe." Mao Lilan shook her head. "Everyone says that."

Not to mention that on that day, there were many foreign tourists and Tokyo residents who went to Shibuya to join in the fun.

Therefore, even though the police did not release too many details due to the international wanted criminal background, public opinion has already been boiling over and cannot be controlled at all.

A large-scale explosion occurred at the Shibuya intersection, but strangely, only one person was seriously injured in the end. This person happened to be the bomber code-named Pramya. This is not something that can be explained by a pale coincidence.

"Aren't they talking about the Phantom Thieves of Hearts again?" Conan curled his lips when he thought of the leap of faith he had witnessed with his own eyes.

"Oh, there are indeed many." Mao Lilan nodded, "That can't be helped, Joker is too high-profile."

Tang Ze, who was at the end, nodded in agreement.

To be honest, this opportunity to show off one's face in an international case is really enough to make the subway open several floors.

Although there was a lack of video footage, and Tang Ze jumped towards the center of the explosion, making it almost impossible to leave any credible photos, many people present witnessed the blurry shadow falling from the sky and the murderer screaming as he fell into the hell he created.

"It's just a child's trick." Maori Kogoro glanced at Tang Ze, who was smiling but saying nothing, and waved his hand, "Okay, we have to go find Muranaka. Conan, remember to go over and explain it to Muranaka later."

On the day of the explosion, Conan ran faster and more anxiously than Mouri Kogoro, who was in the police force. In this case, his testimony is more important than Mouri Kogoro's.

"Oh, okay..." Conan had just turned his head when he was dragged to the front by Mouri Kogoro's collar. For a moment, he had no time to think about the scene he had just witnessed.

There were several police officers on duty standing in Pramya's ward.

For the sake of information security, as well as the need for more communication and intelligence from police in other countries, Pramya is heavily protected, even though normal communication is not yet possible.

Nothing will happen to Pramya now, and considering the subsequent impact, it is impossible for her to get into trouble.

But why did he feel that the back figure he just saw was inexplicably familiar?

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Standing in front of Pramya's bed, Jinpei Matsuda looked down at the person in front of him.

Even through many drugs and the effect of the neutralizer left by Tang Ze himself, Pramiya was barely rescued, but now she still has little human form.

Apart from the areas that needed medication, much of the skin had not been bandaged to prevent infection, making it look like cracked volcanic lava. Even the covered areas had many unexpected bumps.

Because of his work, Jinpei Matsuda, who had come into contact with many burn patients, knew what she was going to go through.

He nodded to the public security police standing in the corner of the ward, then bent down and whispered in Pramya's ear.

"I know you can hear it, Miss Pramya. According to our leader's style, even if you really can't wake up, he won't let you use coma to avoid the pain so easily. So, you must still be able to hear it."

The person on the bed, as expected, did not respond at all, and Matsuda Jinpei just continued talking to himself.

"The difference between a bomb disposal officer and you bombers is perhaps that I understand what a burn victim goes through much better than you do. Do you want to know what will become of you in the next few months?"

The ear that was barely intact and exposed outside the gauze trembled, and it was unclear whether it was because of Pramya's breathing or if it was really reacting to his words.

"Your burns are quite extensive, so the doctor needs to assess them first. The damaged areas will be cut away bit by bit, and the usable areas will be gradually chipped away over the next month, and then grafted. Even though there's not much usable area left on your body, at least you still have a leg, right?

"Well, thanks to the captain's efforts, you shouldn't go into shock easily, and your system's basic circulation will be maintained. After completing the above steps, your skin must be kept moisturized with the liquid to prevent it from forming scabs...

"...you can't use too much painkiller because you become addicted, and the treatment for burns, 6-12 months, is just a foundation...

"...In order to restore your skills to human form, you will need a compression garment..."

Jinpei Matsuda did not go into too much detail because he knew it was not necessary.

Treating burns is an extremely painful and terrifying experience in itself. Even if the patient survives, rehabilitation and recovery are still a long way off.

Like Yoji Motohashi who died at the hands of the woman in front of him, even in the recovery period, muscle dysfunction and adhesions in the elbow joints and other parts are inevitable during the recovery process. In order to ensure that basic functionality can be maintained, many treatments even require tearing and cutting these tissues.

Just by listening and watching, bystanders can feel how painful it is, but it is a necessary process.

When focusing on the victims, Jinpei Matsuda would choose some gentle and hopeful metaphors, for example, this is the process of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly, and the caterpillar also needs to melt into a ball in the cocoon first, and then be molded into a new life, to comfort them not to be depressed by future pain.

But, for someone like Pramya who brought this upon himself...

After talking for a long time, Matsuda Jinpei finally concluded.

"You'll begin to believe that pain is concrete, that it has a shape. Did you understand that?" He lowered his voice, his next words almost concisely saying, "...You'll soon understand that dying in an explosion is a much happier option than surviving. It's a pity that you don't deserve happiness."

As he finished speaking, Pramya, who shouldn't have reacted, twitched slightly.

Matsuda Jinpei stood up straight with a smile.

Yes, it’s this look of fear and disbelief.

In the short life ahead, you will have to face your deformed self and your deformed future painfully.

"She doesn't look well." Matsuda Jinpei, standing up straight, returned to his Adachi Toru-like, exhausted state. "You should call a doctor to take another look. Maybe she's in shock or something. That would be troublesome."

Having said this, he put the booklet in which he had written something formally into his pocket, and walked out slowly, dragging his feet, as if he was really just a consultant who came to investigate the situation and assist in collecting evidence.

Like every victim of this, he is covered with growths and scars, and these strange wounds remain on his body forever, as if he has been punished and marked with a tattoo.

This is the best consolation for all the innocent souls who died at her hands.

“It’s pretty cruel.”

After Matsuda Jinpei walked into the stairwell, Hoshikawa Teru, who had been waiting there for a while, looked at his watch and made this comment.

He was originally going to come to Beido Central Hospital today to give an "explanation" to the troubled Gin, and Matsuda Jinpei just arrived a little earlier than him.

"I was just telling her the truth and looking forward to the future." With a smile, Matsuda Jinpei followed him through the isolation door and into the safe passage. "For this purpose, I even went to learn how to pronounce the technical terms."

He came into contact with burn patients because of the case, but he was not a doctor. In the past, it was impossible for him to follow the victim and the attending physician to inquire about the details of the treatment process.

He is just a police officer in the explosive ordnance disposal team, and his job is to defuse bombs and arrest criminals.

"So you came to the hospital yesterday to 'check things out' and know about this?" Xingchuan Hui understood.

"Yeah. Isn't that perfect?" Matsuda Jinpei admitted, flicking the badge on his chest. "And to see if she's still conscious."

The answer is obvious.

If we really have to say who is more cruel, it is probably Tang Ze himself, who spared her life on the surface but actually pushed her into hell to endure all kinds of torture.

"How did Tang Ze do that? I think she can even respond when I talk to her."

"Others say she might not be able to hear it, but a few of us will definitely be able to help."

“Can you differentiate them so accurately?”

"Isn't it? If you go to her palace and take a look, you will understand what I mean."

"?"

"Her church was burned down to a pitch-black shell..."

“…So cruel.”

Jinpei Matsuda was speechless and could only express his admiration.

If the hall master himself has not recovered and is not dead yet, the most he can do is to make the shadow state a little wilted, or the control of the hall will be reduced, such as the former Yoji Motobashi.

But since the exterior of Pramya's palace had been completely transformed in just two days, it could only mean that she was still awake.

Burned like that, yet she was still awake. The only thing more terrifying than this sentence would be that the person was dead but still awake...

The scariest thing is, no one knows if Tang Ze can really do it...

He stopped his thoughts from wandering further and adjusted his pace before walking out of the stairwell, falling half a step behind Hoshikawa Teru.

When the ones who walked out were the organization members Kumail and Adachi Toru, the latter should not have walked in front of the former.

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"I actually have to sign a treatment plan for her as her spouse."

After meeting and talking with Muranaka Tsutomu for a while, Mao Lilan expressed her feelings.

"No matter how quickly the judicial authorities move, they still have to go through the litigation process." Maori Kogoro didn't even raise an eyebrow. "He'll have to spend at least two weeks on this matter."

During this time, first of all, the necessary procedures for litigation must be followed. Secondly, we must also consider getting through the most dangerous part of the treatment process, and we must always have a basic humanitarian spirit.

"Mr. Muranaka is really devastated." Conan put his hands behind his head and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's unbearable. He finally found a marriage partner at this age, but this happened. He obviously likes being a police officer, so he definitely doesn't want this to happen."

"The Metropolitan Police Department won't really investigate this, but this was definitely due to his own negligence." Maori Kogoro shook his head at the thought. "Not only did he give his girlfriend his computer password, but he also let her use his phone and other communication devices as she pleased. This guy in the village didn't even think to be on guard."

"That's a lifelong companion."

"We're going to spend our lives together, shouldn't we do a thorough background check on each other?"

"How can you discuss this kind of thing when you're in love? Dad, you're such a fool..."

"We're getting married soon, so we have to be careful."

"It's easy to talk, but did you and Mom make any preparations for this when you got married?"

"Well, that's different. Yingli and I have known each other for so many years. Isn't it clear to everyone what her situation was and what my situation was at that time?"

"Oh, so Dad, you mean to marry someone of the opposite sex you grew up with, who's more reliable."

"You...! That's not what I meant! Stop thinking about it, Xiaolan!"

As Conan listened with great interest, his pace involuntarily slowed down, and he fell behind little by little until he was side by side with Tang Ze behind him.

The topic was getting more and more off-topic. If I got any closer to them, I'd be in trouble if they started arguing...

Conan turned his head and was about to change the subject, but in a quick glance, he saw an unexpected face through the door at the end of the corridor.

That's, Hondou Eisuke?

Conan's brows furrowed suddenly.

Was he also in Shibuya yesterday, and was he sent here? Or did he see the news about Rena Mizunashi being injured...

His mind moved faster than his feet. Before Conan could change his course of action or bring up the matter, he took a few steps forward. As his direction changed, he saw the face of the person standing opposite Hondou Eisuke and talking to him.

Conan's heart skipped a beat.

That is, Goro Akechi.

That department was probably temporarily vacated to accommodate the patients sent to Haido Central Hospital after the Shibuya explosion...

Without thinking, Conan turned his head and looked at Tang Ze who was standing beside him.

Tang Ze, who was also smiling while listening to the quarrel between the Maori father and daughter, noticed his gaze, turned his head and looked at Conan in confusion, with a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't realize what Conan was looking at.

What are you looking at? All my tarot cards are piled up here. There's nothing I can do.