Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 23 How can a conscientious person fight me!
Although the given Tarot cards felt like an imperial appointment, and although the abilities given were also weird, Tang Ze's plan this time was a big success anyway.

Without continuing to delay outside, he packed two chiffon cakes for Conan, and as an apology for being tricked by him, he sent the little detective back to the Maori Detective Agency.

School ends at four o'clock, and was delayed until after five o'clock by the murder case in the art museum.

"Tang Ze, can I call you that?" Although the ups and downs of the past two hours, the experience of the vest being shattered on the ground gave Conan a lot of shock, but now walking beside Tang Ze, he felt that there was something wrong with him. It's also good to have a peer who knows him well.

I don't know why these few days are inexplicably long, but it hasn't been long since he was attacked by a man in black in the amusement park and turned into a child.

One after another of unexpected situations, he has to adapt to the change of identity, and he has to find a way to hide from Xiao Lan and Uncle Mao Li, he is really not a good liar, just like Tang Ze said, his acting skills are not good at all, However, he had to keep making up lies, which made him stressed, but he had nowhere to unwind.

Conan felt relieved to be able to speak in a real state like this moment.

"Of course, Conan-kun." Tang Ze gave his new thighs, ah no, the assistant held the field.

"Aren't you wondering why I'm getting smaller? You haven't even asked me."

"You don't need to ask. I know it's a very troublesome situation. I can't protect myself now. It's better not to be curious about the parts that can't be helped. It will cause trouble for others." Tang Ze said this, but what he thought in his heart was, in fact No need to ask, when the all-knowing detective classmate starts to investigate the case of Tang Zezhao, he will naturally find traces of the black organization, and he will not be able to escape a word, "Compared to this, I am more curious about why you went to classmate Maori At home. Suzuki-san said, you two are childhood sweethearts, so she and her father must know what you looked like when you were young, and she is also very familiar with you, is it really okay?"

Conan pushed his glasses, remembered the plan proposed by Dr. Ali, and said without confidence: "Well... someone suggested to me that I can make Uncle Maori a detective, and then when he is famous enough, I can use his channel Find the group who murdered me..."

Conan's voice became smaller and smaller under Tang Ze's speechless and sympathetic eyes.

"Can't you, this plan?" Conan asked in a low voice.

Tang Ze said with a high emotional intelligence: "It is imaginative, and it is a story that people will pay to listen to."

Conan finally had the real feeling that Tang Ze was a native of Kyoto after being slandered like this.He scratched his temples in embarrassment: "It's still feasible, right? Like today... Ah, today was a mistake, but I managed to get Uncle Maori to solve a few cases, and I've already started to gain a certain reputation."

Tang Ze touched his right arm with lingering fear: "If you insist on trying this method, I have no objection. But next time, if you want me to cooperate, just say so. I don't want to be suddenly injected with anesthesia."

"Ahahaha..." With a few dry laughs, Conan felt that Tang Ze's thoughts wandering in his mind were definitely not polite, so he changed the subject and said, "Isn't it good for you that Uncle Maori became a famous detective? Your case also needs to be investigated." Channel investigation."

"It's hard to say." Tang Ze expressed his attitude tactfully, "If there are any advantages, it's a good thing that I don't have to show up. My identity is very embarrassing. If I get involved in the case by showing off, the mastermind behind the scenes will not let it go." Yes. It’s dangerous for me to be high-profile, and I’m a juvenile delinquent. If this is revealed, the media will come after me..."

Conan remembered the scene in the art museum, when Tang Ze approached Police Officer Megure, hoping that he would not mention it to the outside world, and nodded clearly.

The setting sun in the sky made the clouds a fiery red, and the afterglow of the evening sprinkled on the two of them, reminding Conan of the day when he was led by Mao Lilan to her house.

How was he feeling at that time?

"Don't be too pessimistic, Tang Ze." Conan raised his hand, only able to reach Tang Ze's elbow, and patted him reassuringly, "If you are alive, there is hope. No matter how bad the situation is, don't give up."

Tang Ze lowered his head to look at the kid who was trying to express his sympathy, and patted him on the shoulder in response.

At this moment, Tang Ze was thinking in his heart, hurry up, send him back quickly, this little kid has no sense of secrecy, who knows when he will refresh Shuichi Akai or Toru Amuro behind his back, I want to cover your fragile waistcoat Ah, Conan-san.

The two people who didn't meet the radio waves at all walked in the orange sunset in a happy state of conversation, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

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Tang Ze, who came home late, walked into the cafe, and before he put down his bag, he was grabbed by the guardian, who turned around to check whether he was injured.

"Mr. Amuro..." Tang Ze didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I was invited to the art gallery by my classmates after school, so I won't be attacked."

Toru Amuro, who confirmed that Tang Ze didn't have any new injuries, let go of the high school student who was surrounded, and walked back to the bar: "Then there was a murder case?"

Tang Ze spread his hands innocently, "Yes, we were the first to discover the scene, and we were left behind by the police to assist in handling the case, so we came back late, and we really didn't encounter any other troubles."

Thinking of this, Toru Amuro felt even more headache: "You don't, it's because you think a detective like Mr. Mori is cool, and you want to be a detective to enjoy yourself, right?"

Toru Amuro, an intelligence officer with a wide range of news channels, naturally knows Tang Ze's real role in this case. The police are basically fooled by the murderer's cover-up and are about to arrest the slandered scapegoat. Once the real murderer leaves the scene , he can dispose of the pen hidden on his body, and it will be very difficult to find evidence to lock the murderer.

As Jiang Gu Ling, he was very pleased to see that Tang Ze, who was tortured by false accusations, chose to clear up his injustice for others and became the role of pulling others.

Tang Ze's disappointment with the judiciary has not been catalyzed into indifference and hostility. He has been exposed to rain, and even now he is still in the pouring rain, and he is willing to hold an umbrella for others. What a rare quality.

But on the other hand, Toru Amuro also knew that Tang Ze was in danger.

If he, like those detectives, showed his face in the media, in order to prevent Tang Ze from receiving more attention and cause the plan to change, Amuro is not sure what method the organization will choose to deal with.

"Impossible? Detective or something." Tang Ze thought about it for a while, and felt that his words were more about Jiang Guling, and then said, "My identity is not suitable for exposure. When the time comes, let the public know that the key to the case If the clue is provided by a criminal, then they will question the correctness of the conclusion... I just want to help, not to cause trouble, don't worry, Mr. Amuro, I have already asked the police officer handling the case not to disclose it."

As far as the unjust case on him is concerned, it is a sharp knife designed to stab conscientious people in the red square. It is like having a buff. With just one stick on his head, Tang Ze can stand on the moral high ground and defecate anywhere.

Amuro Toru was choked up just like Conan was a few minutes ago, so he reached out and patted Tang Ze on the shoulder reassuringly.

Really easy to use.Tang Ze sighed, and felt no pain in his conscience, saying that he would dare to do it next time.

When he participates in a few more cases with the reason of "not letting other people suffer like me", then his personality will be impeccable.

A young man who was injured by violence to the point of autism and lost trust in society, but out of a simple sense of justice and strong empathy, reaches out to everyone who is as unfortunate as himself. Whoever looks at it can't say a word of saint!
　It's another day before I can go to work to catch fish, and Chapter 2 is even more pinched at night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)