Right in front of the public and live-streaming media, Victor swore up and down with total confidence—while also smearing Kaitō Kid. And the artifacts inside the vault really were in their hands. Everything lined up perfectly. The evidence closed the loop, and the media around the world jumped on it.
Even though the focus of public opinion had shifted, the location and the main players hadn't changed.
[What's up with Kaitō Kid lately? Could Victor actually be telling the truth?]
[Oh my god! I really don't know who to believe anymore!]
[I still won't trust Victor. Kaitō Kid will always be the true legend!]
[Tomorrow morning at the French museum—we'll get our answer there!]
That same night, in the second half of the night, Victor escorted the artifacts back to the museum and returned them to the display cases.
"Damn you, Kaitō Kid… you got the guts to show up again?"
Victor stared at the items in the glass with a cold and vicious glare.
The next morning, the museum opened at nine. By a little after eight, the entrance was already packed with people.
Not just locals—tons of folks from across France were paying attention. All kinds of media were livestreaming it too. The eyes of the world were now focused on the French museum.
[This is so intense! Are the artifacts really going to show up here?]
[Kaitō Kid risked getting on that plane and took the vault—why wouldn't he take the treasures?]
[If Victor's lying, he's definitely screwed!]
[The truth's coming any minute now. Everyone better keep their eyes wide open!]
At nine sharp, Victor led a team of Enforcement Bureau agents to unlock the museum doors. Instantly, a massive wave of people surged forward like a crashing tide, nearly knocking them off their feet.
When the crowd saw the artifacts on display, gasps erupted everywhere.
[Oh my god, they're actually here in the museum! Kaitō Kid really tricked us with a fake video!]
[Shit! He didn't even steal the treasures? Why the hell would he do that?]
[So the video was actually fake? That's messed up!]
[Oh my god! The artifacts are all here—but where's Kaitō Kid? Did he even get on the plane yesterday?]
[If he didn't board the plane, then the vault should be back in the British Museum by now—not here!]
The crowd buzzed with excited chatter.
People from all over the world were watching. The reveal shocked everyone.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yang had just woken up in his hotel. He grabbed his phone to check the news.
But what he saw wasn't what he expected.
When he saw what Victor had shouted outside the Enforcement Bureau building, he let out a cold chuckle.
"So Victor's going all in, huh?"
"Alright then—I'll grant your wish."
But what Zhang Yang meant by "granting" him wasn't showing up at the museum.
He pulled out two surveillance files from the Enforcement Bureau.
One was the full interrogation video of the two stubbly suspects.
The other was footage of last night's conversation between Victor and his superior, captured entirely on internal cameras.
Right now, Zhang Yang could access every internal document from the Enforcement Bureau—browse, search, and copy anything he wanted.
"Here's a suggestion for the Bureau—sort your files better. It's a pain digging through them."
He uploaded the footage as a public post, and in just a few minutes, the download count broke the hundred million mark.
People everywhere reposted and watched.
Just like that—the story flipped again.
[Oh my god! How did Kaitō Kid even get his hands on those two videos?]
[Victor lied to us! The two guys taken from the museum weren't Kaitō Kid's partners at all—they were the ones who robbed a bank vault!]
[Shit! Damn Victor—he really thought we were all fools!]
[Holy crap, Kaitō Kid actually pulled those videos out of the Enforcement Bureau? That's like a cow doing a handstand—insanely impressive!]
[Victor's done for this time. The evidence is rock solid—he can't talk his way out of this one!]
News outlets worldwide rushed to publish the story. Countless people joined the discussion, furious that Victor had almost deceived the entire world.
He tried to twist the truth and manipulate everyone into slandering Kaitō Kid.
The higher-ups in France were livid. They immediately ordered the Enforcement Bureau to handle the matter seriously and provide a response that would satisfy the public.
But before Victor could even leave the museum, he saw Zhang Yang's post with the videos. His anger surged. He completely lost it, clutched his chest, and collapsed to the ground, twitching.
At that moment, the museum was packed. Enforcement agents rushed to protect him and called for emergency help right away.
Many people took out their phones to record the scene—Victor lying on the ground, twitching with his mouth crooked and one eye rolled back.
[Oh my god! What happened to him?]
[Victor, the liar—is he faking this for sympathy now?]
[It's hard to trust anything from Victor anymore. He used all of us to smear Kaitō Kid!]
[Looks like he had a stroke—serves him right. His career in law enforcement is over!]
[Get him outta here! Next!]
Not one person in the crowd showed him any sympathy. They'd been used, lied to, and now all that remained was rage and frustration.
Soon, the ambulance arrived. Victor was loaded up and taken away.
As for Zhang Yang, the moment he released those videos, it was like turning the tide. He flipped the whole situation.
Now, neither the Enforcement Bureau nor France could escape the wave of global backlash.
After Victor collapsed from the stroke, the Bureau made no public statement. Instead, they launched a large-scale internal investigation.
Leaked interrogation footage and surveillance clips—this was a serious red flag for an agency that prided itself on airtight secrecy.
But after a full day of work from the tech team, they still came up empty.
They couldn't even figure out how Kaitō Kid got the footage—let alone trace the virus Zhang Yang had buried deep in their systems.
After emergency treatment, the hospital confirmed it to the media—Victor had suffered a stroke and now had partial paralysis. From now on, even walking straight would be a struggle.
[Damn… Left hand's a six, right hand's a seven. Left shoulder high, right shoulder low. Left foot drawing circles, right foot kicking!]
[Victor could've just retired in peace. But no, he had to go picking a fight with Kaitō Kid. Look how that turned out!]
[Guess the Bureau will finally have to replace him now. The guy's a goner. He'll probably need help just getting to the toilet.]
[Damn, that bad? I think he's faking it—he just can't face the public outrage!]
[Dodging responsibility and staying silent—that's what Victor does best. Wouldn't be surprised if he's still trying to fool everyone.]
Even in his condition, Victor didn't earn a shred of sympathy. On the contrary, people across the globe kept questioning him.
Holmeska scrolled through the flood of news and comments, feeling a storm building inside.
"Kaitō Kid's just too much… Always full of surprises. And now he's even got his hands on the Enforcement Bureau's internal interrogation videos."
Holmeska never doubted Kaitō Kid's abilities. But everything that had happened so far—everything that was still unfolding—left him completely baffled.
That feeling of having no way to fight back… it gnawed at him.