Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 60
"So you got joker's mailbox?" Tang Ze yawned while sitting on a table and chair outside the door of Polo Cafe, and asked Conan while casually flipping through the exercise book.

Fortunately, the math teacher didn't care much about the handwriting problem. The handwriting difference in this exercise book that has been written by two generations is really not small.But Tang Ze didn't care at all, and said that the experience was good, and he would dare to do it next time.

Conan stared bitterly at the note, on which was the mailbox left by the transcribed joker.

The notice letter was so distinctive, he didn't dare to run out with it, it was too eye-catching.

"And I got a reply from him." Conan was puzzled, "He said before that he knew the identity of the man in black, but he refused to explain it in the email, and only asked me to attend the game conference on time... Is there any reason why you must let me go?"

If you don't go, what if the tequila doesn't explode? Tang Ze is still waiting to update his achievements, and he's getting tired of whiskey.

"Is there a possibility?" Tang Ze seriously misled, "Joker has a reason why he can't show up, such as those people know him, those people may find him, or he has sun allergy, social phobia..."

While talking, Tang Ze was really moved.

That's right, he has disguise skills now, and the joker's white-haired image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Can he fabricate another realistic image for the joker?For example, I have albinism, so I can’t receive direct sunlight, and because of the disease, my eyes can’t be exposed to direct sunlight, so I’m pierced like a blind person...

Great idea, jot it down.

Everything and what.Conan's eyebrows twitched.

The first two reasons are a little bit more like, maybe joker has a certain relationship with those people, which prevents him from being there in person. You must know that this guy is also a guy who can disguise himself. If he wants to sneak into the venue to investigate on his own, he doesn't need to hire a detective at all. Hand to check something...

What's the thing behind that, let's not talk about the joker who almost writes his anger on his face, the style of being handsome and the second disease, social phobia, first of all, you can't put small cards in people's pockets everywhere!Sun allergies are hard to refute, after all, everyone has never seen joker in the daytime...

No, where to follow!Conan withdrew his distracted thoughts, looked at Tang Ze and pouted his lips: "You told Mr. Amuro that you are going to the press conference, right?"

"Don't worry, he has already agreed, and he won't come here to reprimand you with a dark face." Tang Ze really felt a little sympathetic to Conan, and he didn't know whether the image he played was really successful, or Conan's event physique was really conspicuous, Amuro Tohru would always use an attitude of "you're spoiling a good boy" to tell him not to run around with Conan, "This time Mori-san and Suzuki-san will also come, and Mr. Mori."

"Yeah..." Thinking of this, Conan felt helpless, "Mantiantang made a detective game based on Uncle Maori, and invited him and Xiaolan to the press conference. , she wants to come together immediately, her family has many cooperation projects with Mantiantang, it is very simple for her to get a ticket."

Really, since the joker will specifically ask him to participate, maybe there will be a lot of troubles in this event, but Conan's current status has no position to oppose their participation...

I have a headache.

Tang Ze patted Conan sympathetically: "I can't help it. If you come here, let's be safe. At least Mr. Maori and the others are very good at physical skills. If there is a violent case, it's safer than you alone."

Conan nodded heavily, and followed Toru Amuro just mentioned, thinking of everything that happened on the ship.

"... Tang Ze, do you know Mr. Amuro? Is he a friend of your parents?"

"No, but, um..." Tang Ze recalled the skin that Amuro Toru had put on himself, and said, "It's someone my parents would trust."

It doesn't have to be trusted, the iron-blooded police came here.

Conan sighed: "So, is your parents' situation very bad? When I was on the boat, I saw him with a gun. Is their friend such a dangerous character?"

Tang Ze suddenly realized, yes, no wonder he always felt that there was something missing. He hadn't acted in Conan this time, and only played Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro that day. It's time to give Conan a knife.

"Actually..." Tang Ze put down the exercise book, stared at his fingers, and slowly became emotional, "I haven't told you yet. I got the news a few days ago that my parents have passed away."

Conan's eyes widened for a moment: "Huh?"

"So my case is really tricky." His eyes were slightly out of focus, and Tang Ze slowly curled up his hands, playing the image of being depressed and trying to analyze calmly, "It is impossible for them to entrust a lawyer to come Handle my case. They were gone by then."

Conan opened and closed his lips, looked at Tang Ze in a daze, and was speechless.

"I should trust them more." Tang Ze's voice became lower and lower, but he couldn't stop talking, as if he would lose control of his emotions, "Even if we haven't seen each other for many years, Mom and Dad won't believe me It was criminals. If they were fine at the time and said anything, they would come back to see me... I was immersed in my emotions, complaining about others, and I was also dissatisfied with them... If I had thought about it earlier, if I had contacted them earlier... ..."

Conan was a little at a loss, he wasn't very good at comforting people, especially when he was so heavy, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, should he say "sorry" first, or comfort Tang Ze to let go.

After being silent for a while, he could only cover Tang Ze's clenched fists with his hands, which were too small.

"Then you have to cheer up." He said clumsily, trying to express comfort, "Your parents' death may be related to your case, leave it to me, and we will find out the truth together. Find who killed them."

Conan only felt how pale his words were, and this kind of encouragement sounded weak and weak.

Tang Ze lowered his head, not knowing whether he was suppressing his tears or suppressing his emotions, he just opened his palm, grabbed his small hand, and held it in his palm.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes' disciple, you have to have confidence in me." Conan didn't break free from Tang Ze's tight grip.

In the cafe, Toru Amuro sneezed twice involuntarily after wiping his cup, pinching his nose in doubt.

Is this someone scolding him?

He walked along the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe, and looked at Conan and Tang Ze who were sitting on the outdoor sofa chairs and clasped their hands inexplicably.

A high school student and an elementary school student, shaking hands with serious faces, what are they talking about?
(End of this chapter)