Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 149
"Pfft...hahaha..."

"Huh?" Azusa Enomoto, who was smiling lightly, turned her head in confusion, and saw Toru Amuro pressing his fist to his lips, but still couldn't restrain his grinning expression, "Why are you laughing like this... Is there something wrong with Akechi-kun's words?"

"It's okay." Toru Amuro tried his best to control his smile, and waved his hand, "I remembered some jokes, don't worry about it, just watch the show and watch the show."

No matter considering the status of Akechi, or the status of Tang Ze or Kumail, Toru Amuro, who can be called a group of relatives and friends, is watching the live broadcast in the Polo Cafe at the moment.

If you want to explain whether Zhizhi has a broken expression...that is true, and Toru Amuro has evidence.

The staged video of me killing myself is still lying in his mobile phone. It is really easy to capture a hundred and eighty pictures of all kinds of broken expressions.

Do you want to share a few photos and send them to SNS to increase the knowledge of his fans?

But speaking of it, how did Tang Ze cultivate his acting skills? Can this level of micro-expression control cover the whole process?

Do you want to take him to do training for the zero group? Fengjian's expression control ability can't be said to be excellent, it can only be said to have no idea...

If Tang Ze were to evaluate the psychological activities of Conan and Toru Amuro, he would say, isn't that nonsense?
What do you think he used to work as an undercover agent when he was only in his 20s?
After accepting the assumption that Mihua reporter might be a Kryptonian, Tang Ze's expression management burden has returned to the strength he had when he was performing undercover missions.

To be a monster thief in Kexue, you can be a vegetable or a dog, but you can't be ugly!

After more than ten minutes of back-and-forth conversations, the staff made a few gestures to the two hosts, indicating that the screen had been cut into the advertisement.

Several PDs who were standing in the audience rushed to the stage to help Nagai Ayako wipe off the sweat from the spotlight, quickly reapplied the powder, and handed them the next process script.

"Mr. Matsuo, for the impromptu lines at the end of the film, we...Mr. Matsuo?" As soon as Nagai Ayako turned her head, she saw her partner clutching her stomach with a painful expression on her face, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Ah, I just have some abdominal pain, it's nothing." Takashi Matsuo made a painful expression, turned to the PD standing beside him, and asked, "What about Suwa, why didn't you see him show up the whole time?"

"That's right, Mr. Suwa hasn't come today." Nagai Ayako glanced around the studio, feeling equally strange, "He's usually in charge of coordinating at the scene...is it in the director's room?"

"Excuse me, can you confirm where Suwa is?" Takashi Matsuo raised his head and said to the PD.

"Sensible-kun." The accompanying PD Umemura approached nervously, blocking Tang Ze's line of sight from Matsuo Takashi, "Do you need to touch up your makeup, uh, shouldn't you call that makeup artist lady? "

"It's okay, I'm fine." Tang Ze smiled and rubbed his glove on his face, showing his undamaged makeup, "I don't like sweating very much. Ms. May isn't that scary, is she?"

As he spoke, he also glanced at Akemi Miyano who was sitting on the side of the auditorium.

Miyano Akemi was seriously watching her younger brother on the show, but it's a pity that the current attire is indeed very aggressive, and the surrounding audience all look like they don't dare to sit too close.

"Mr. Matsuo said just now that some special topics may be introduced later, and the script needs to be re-confirmed." Umemura heaved a sigh of relief, smiled again, and handed Tang Ze the few pages of paper that had been altered.

Tang Ze's gaze swept over hurriedly, and he raised his eyebrows, quite satisfied.

"I have no problem." After reading these lines, Tang Ze handed back a few pages and asked, "Will you prepare relevant props?"

"Props?" Plum Village couldn't help but read the question again, confused.

"that is……"

"Welcome back to the scene of the Perspective Japan Detective Agency!" After confirming his plan, Takashi Matsuo was in a good mood, and his face in the viewfinder was radiant. "Just now we talked about the issue of detectives holding guns. Now, domestic detectives More of an 'easy chair detective', rarely confronts violent criminals, and fewer and fewer gun-toting detectives."

"Coincidentally, the two people who came to the scene today are standard 'gun-wielding factions'." Nagai Ayako made a cute surprised expression, and directed the camera to the two guests.

"You say that..." Kogoro Mori laughed twice, his face full of embarrassment, "Although I used to be a criminal policeman, I also have a gun license, but my marksmanship is not very good."

While the camera didn't turn around, Tang Ze gave Kogoro Mori a sideways glance from the corner of his eye.

Is that right, the police academy has the best marksmanship, and Mihua Superman has never won, so his marksmanship is not good, right?

"Oh, when it comes to marksmanship, Matsuo's marksmanship can be very first-class!" Nagai Ayako skillfully controlled the rhythm, and then cut the camera to the one facing the two hosts.

"Eh? Me?" Matsuo raised his eyebrows, as if surprised by his partner's words.

"I've heard it all. Mr. Matsuo often shoots abroad, and his skills are comparable to professional standards!" Nagai Ayako folded her arms, making a look like you don't want to fool me.

"No, that's not the case..." Matsuo raised his hands, and in the middle of speaking, he suddenly stood up straight, "You are too modest!"

Amused by his performance, the audience burst into laughter.

"But compared to me, Detective Akechi is more surprising, right?" Takashi Matsuo sat back on his seat, and the topic turned to the guest, "After all, whether I or Detective Maori, we are all old men. , but Sensei-san, you are still underage! You also have a legal gun certificate, don’t you?”

"Yes." When the screen cut, Tang Ze had already put on an impeccable smile, "Contrary to what everyone thinks, the laws on guns in different states in the United States are very different. I was in an 'open carry state' at the time. That is to say, as long as anyone can see any three sides of your gun at any time, and you do not make any actions that pose a threat to others, this is called open carry, and no certificate is required.”

"That is to say, can everyone hold a gun?" Nagai Ayako's surprise was somewhat genuine.

"Yes. So what I'm applying for is a concealed gun permit, which requires training, assessment, etc... In short, it's not as exaggerated as you think." Tang Ze shrugged and said a joke, "In the United States , marksmanship is like Japanese martial arts, it can be regarded as a basic self-defense technique."

"Oh..." Takashi Matsuo was taken aback by his words about traditional American martial arts, and nodded blankly.

Ayako Nagai listened to the director's prompt in the earphones, hesitated for a moment, and waved her hand with a smile: "Since I am the only pure newcomer in the audience... why don't you come and show me some marksmanship masters! We It is very rare to have the opportunity of 'talent show' in variety shows, audience friends, you should cherish this kind of experience!"

As she cheered with her hands up, several stand signs and model guns with bullseyes were pushed onto the stage.

Tang Ze squinted his eyes and smiled, but he didn't feel any burden, he just looked at Kogoro Mori with a serious look on his face.

Standing on your left is the would-be murderer who is about to shoot the head with a small pistol ten meters away.

Standing on your right is Brother Hang, who is holding the sniper buff of Shuichi Akai in his hand.

How can a master of marksmanship who has killed the police academy with a lot of marksmanship pretend to be a rookie with bad marksmanship in this situation?

　Jia Geng is writing——

　　It's numb, I forgot to turn on the fire when I cooked the noodles, so I haven't eaten it yet [sorrowful]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)