Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 29

"Hey, Xiaolan, it's me... Oh, I know it's sudden, but there's nothing I can do..."

Sitting opposite Tang Ze was bored with a sugar cube in a spoon, rising and falling in the coffee to see it getting smaller and smaller, listening to Conan sneakily calling with a voice changer.

"That's right, the case has no clue yet, and the investigation will take a long time." Conan said, thinking of the two mysterious men in black, he sighed sincerely, "I'm not sure how long it will take."

I don't know what Mao Lilan asked again on the phone. Conan organized his words with a tangled expression. Suddenly he looked up at Tang Ze who was playing with candy bars. With an idea, he said to the receiver of the phone seriously: "It's a very tricky one." The case... This is an urgent secret commission, the relationship in the middle is very complicated, I can only conduct an independent investigation... Yes, it is very troublesome, because it may involve the police department's malfeasance and other issues, I must keep it strictly confidential."

Tang Ze listened and felt something was wrong, put down his spoon and glared at the brat sitting opposite.

"...It's very tricky. The whole case is in a cloud of fog. I can't go back to Tokyo, otherwise I might startle the snake..." Conan looked away in embarrassment, not daring to meet Tang Ze's eyes, and coughed twice, "Ahem, anyway, I won't be back for a while, don't worry, I'm fine now..."

"I can't make up a reason, so I copy a commission and use me to fool classmate Mao Li." When Conan put down his phone, Tang Ze rolled his eyes angrily.

Isn't what Conan described is Tang Ze's case? Coupled with a few classic lines such as "I understand everything I know, and I don't understand what I don't understand". Even more power-money transactions are indeed an errand that needs to be done in secret, and it can be regarded as Kudo Shinichi to run as an agent.

"Ahahaha, anyway, as you said, your case has to wait until I have a channel to investigate. Is there any difference? Different routes lead to the same goal!" Conan smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. Excuse me.

Tang Ze gave him a strange look, thinking, the talent of a prophet is good, if he investigates the details of the case, he will reach the same goal by different routes, maybe gin and wine are involved in the original case.Model workers, it’s normal to have him everywhere.

"Why are you ordering coffee again?" Conan quickly changed the subject, pointing to the cup in front of Tang Ze, "You live in the cafe, why come out to drink?"

After the two of them bought the books, it was almost time for lunch. Tang Ze, who was too lazy to rush back, took Conan to find a nearby restaurant for lunch.

Tang Ze sighed deeply, and pointed to Conan himself who was in the same situation: "Do you still have a chance to drink coffee now, do Mao Li and the others let you drink it?"

"I..." Conan was momentarily at a loss for words, and withdrew his fingers.

"I'm almost the same." Tang Ze picked up the cup and took a sip, "Although I'm not a child anymore, I don't know if it's because of my looks or something else. Everyone in the store didn't see me as an adult. It's terrible. , Mr. Amuro refused to make cocoa yesterday, he just warmed up milk for me..."

Conan observed Tang Ze's slightly rounded outline, and nodded in agreement.

Tang Ze's mixed-race appearance does not show profound facial features and bones, but instead shows in the round apple muscles. If he didn't know in advance that this person is his new classmate, Conan would think he is from the middle school.

Junior high school students are two or three years older than primary school students.

"But it's strange, why do you live in a cafe?" Conan thought of the Polo Cafe, touched the book on the side of the table, "Although your parents are abroad, even if you have a supervisor To take care of you to school, you should also find a formal host family, right?"

The essence of the problem.Because the organization needs Bourbon to monitor him, but perhaps more importantly, the force majeure of the plot.

Tang Ze thought so in his heart, and said: "I also feel very strange, it seems that the owner of the cafe is a friend of my parents. But I can't verify it. I haven't contacted my parents for two or three years."

Conan frowned: "Two or three years? This is too long."

His parents often live in the United States, and they don't come to Japan a few times throughout the year, but he still calls them every week to chat with them and ask about the latest situation.

Tang Ze stirred the half-drinked coffee with a spoon, and said while recalling: "They seem to be involved in a secret-related project. The contact has been intermittent since a few years ago. The phone is often disconnected, and I don't know the details. More than two years ago One day, I received a call from my mother, who said that she and my father were going to participate in a special scientific expedition project, and it would be difficult to get in touch, so I took care of myself. That was the last call I had with them."

Tang Ze was slowly fascinated, some fragmentary pictures flashed in his mind, and the subtle voices flowed past his ears like pillow whispers.

"Akira——this name means brilliance, bright..." "...Baby, you will laugh, come again..." "Mom and Dad are leaving..." "... See you next time, Ah Zhao It's a big kid..."

The messy fragments floated up and down, and the soft and warm memories made Tang Ze feel depressed.He took out his mobile phone, reopened the mailbox, and found the stern and cold email.This is by no means the tone in which the original parents talk to their children.The couple, probably...

He gently closed his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Tang Ze's obvious distraction and Lost Conan could see clearly, he is not the type with high EQ, and he didn't know where to comfort others for a while.

Before Tang Ze could speak, their conversation was interrupted by a dispute at the opposite table.

"Are you bothered?" The unshaven young man pushed the paper away on the table with disdain, "I don't want to spend my life drawing these flyers, and if I stay in your company, my inspiration will be destroyed. "

On the opposite side of him, a middle-aged man with white hair in his hair held down the design drawing that flew out, suppressed his anger and said, "Aihara! The performance will not come up in a day. If there are no such small orders, how will Party A pay attention?" To us? Isn’t there a bigger list already?”

"Ha, they are here for your company or me, I think you know it very well?" The young man's attitude did not soften at all, "Without me, can you make this list? They have already contacted me directly That's it, this list should be my resignation compensation."

"You...!" The middle-aged man couldn't care less about the paper in front of him, and angrily slapped the desk. He knocked the pencil in his hand out and landed on Tang Ze's desk.

Tang Ze, Conan, and two or three other customers in the store were attracted by the movement here, and all looked at them.

Realizing that he had disturbed other guests, the middle-aged man suppressed his anger, bowed to apologize to the others, said "I'm going to the bathroom" and left his seat, apparently preparing to calm down.

"What a strange person, why did you come to the store to talk about work..." Conan looked at the design drawing on their table in confusion, really not worried about leaking the project content?

Tang Ze glanced at the young man with his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows impatiently looking at his mobile phone, and then at the long steep ramp outside the shop.

Because he was going to kill disobedient employees with a dump truck... Tang Ze looked at Conan meaningfully.

When the god of death really comes, the honest and simple people of Mihua will be judged...

(End of this chapter)