Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 75 Onion Man Toru Amuro!I am your onion tearer!
When Toru Amuro returned to the Polo Cafe, it was drizzling in Tokyo, and the hazy rain and fog splashed on the French windows of the cafe, softening the faint light in the attic into a warm light and shadow.

He suddenly remembered Tang Ze's first night here.

The same is true for him, sitting in the driver's seat looking at the attic with the door closed, frowning deeply, helpless.

He rushed all the way back to Tokyo from Qunma, and now the night is dark and everything is still, as if to match the pain in his heart.

Toru Amuro took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the cafe, and walked up to the attic.

The attic door wasn't locked, and he turned the handle to open it successfully.

A person wearing a Di Dan school uniform was sitting at the desk in the attic with his back to the door, humming softly. The small attic was clean and tidy, brightly illuminated by the overhead light, as if everything was normal.

If it wasn't for the person who looked like Karazawa who was cleaning and maintaining a sniper rifle in his hand, Toru Amuro might have regarded the video that made him despair just as a nightmare.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Tang Ze quickly disassembled the gun in his hand into parts, placed them on the table one by one, stood up with a smile, and stretched out his hand to Toru Amuro: "Hello, you are Senior Bourbon Whiskey, right? I'm Kumail, this is the first time we meet, please give me your advice."

He uttered a set of honorifics similar to Karazawa's when he first came, which made Toru Amuro's hatred surge up even more.

Amuro Toru's face was gloomy, he didn't touch his outstretched hand, but just clasped his arms and asked, "Whose plan is it to have you replace Tang Zezhao? Why didn't I, the task executor, be notified in advance? You are Qin Jiu The person transferred here, where did he get the authority to stuff people under me without authorization, should he give me an explanation."

Kumail was stunned for a moment, and didn't mind his vicious attitude. He just withdrew his hand and put it in the trouser pocket of the school uniform: "Senior, if you have any dissatisfaction with him, it's better to get angry at him directly. I'm just a new student." The little people who came here can't manage this kind of thing."

"Gin said you can use a sniper." Toru Amuro maintained a bad attitude and raised his chin contemptuously. "How many yards?"

"600 yards, Mr. Bourbon."

"What about fighting?"

"boxing."

"Are you still going to disguise?"

"Hmm, do you want to try, senior?"

Kumail adapted well to his aggressive questioning style, as if answering HR's interview questions, and responded to them honestly with a smile on his face.

Amuro looked at this handsome face that belonged to Tang Ze, and all that flashed in his mind were Tang Ze's dull eyes and bloody cheeks before his death.

To let his murderer use his face to speak to him like this, Amuro felt sick to his stomach.

Seeing that Toru Amuro did not deny his proposal, Kumail turned back to the table with a smile. There was a multi-layered cosmetic case, which contained some commonly used cosmetics and weird bottles and jars. easy-to-use tools.

"Would you like to try to make me look like I am now? Your complexion is a bit troublesome, and you may need to use a strong concealer product... Just kidding." While fiddling with the box, Kumail muttered He said, "Just give me a reference picture, and I guarantee that I can make exactly the same face. My disguise technique is much better than my fists and feet. From now on, you... eh? Senior?"

When he turned his back to speak, Toru Amuro pulled out his own gun from the back of his waist, opened the safety and loaded it, and held the back of the head of the person in front of him without hesitation.

With an innocent face, Kumail opened his hands, and the makeup brushes and bottles in his hands fell back into the box, and then he raised his hands wisely to show his harmlessness.

"I don't like other people dirtying my place." Amuro Toru's voice was tinged with winter snow, "I don't even like showing fake faces to other people's things."

The current attic is very clean, not to mention the smell of blood, not even a trace of blood can be found.

Toru Amuro knew exactly what he should do. He should also smile and praise the other party's superb method of cleaning up the scene and disposing of the corpses, so as to inquire about the whereabouts of Tang Ze's body. Try to be a good intelligence worker.

But he can't.

Just like he couldn't put on any good face towards Shuichi Akai, when he saw Kumail's appearance, what he remembered was always the victim's dripping blood and lifeless eyes.

Even if he packaged them as "Bourbon's moody and grumpy" behavior, it couldn't hide what was essentially an imprudent impulse.

He knew that he just couldn't do it.

Now, at least right now, he doesn't want to see this person greet him with a smile on Tang Ze's face, he wants to tear off this layer of camouflage, look directly at the really hateful face, and look directly at another unforgivable murderer.

So Toru Amuro stretched out his hand, grabbed Kumail's cheek fiercely, and pulled hard——

"Pain, pain, pain!" Kumail, who had his head pressed against his head by a pistol, yelled indistinctly, and raised his hand to cover the side of his face where a red mark had been ripped out by Amuro Toru, "I told you this would hurt. !"

……Um?

Um? ! ? !

Toru Amuro withdrew his hand in a daze, and looked down at the glove.

The cloth on top is clean, without any cosmetic powder.

He looked up and looked more blankly at Kumail, who was bending over and inhaling continuously because of the pain.

"Where's your disguise?" Toru Amuro heard his shocked and trembling voice, "No, you didn't have a disguise..."

Tang Ze rubbed his numbed face with one hand—Toru Amuro really exerted all his strength, it hurt so much—ignoring the gun that was pointed straight at him, and turned around with a smile on his face.

"Are you scared? Mr. Amuro."

Amuro blinked, blinked again, blinked desperately.

He opened his mouth slightly, and numbly put down the gun he held high.

"You are Tang Ze...you, you are..."

"It's me." Tang Ze stopped speaking in Akechi Goro's sweet and greasy style, and returned to his usual tone, "I'm not dead, Mr. Amuro. No, I can't call you that, right?"

At this point, Toru Amuro's brain, which was once again blank, finally began to function normally.

"That Kumail and Akechi Goro, that video..." If it wasn't for such a stupid move, Toru Amuro must have taken out his mobile phone to play back the attached video in the mailbox, or press and hold Tang Zezai to check his phone carefully. face.

Tang Ze lowered his head and began to laugh, his shoulders shrugged.

"It was filmed with a special technique, so you should treat it as a realistic scene." With a relaxed expression, Tang Ze pulled out a black camera from his pocket and waved it in front of Toru Amuro.

In fact, there are some risks in doing so, Tang Ze is very clear.

This kind of risk does not mean that the vest that he managed to fake death from the organization will fall off, but that he cannot explain his method to Toru Amuro.

He used methods beyond the scope of science to film and disguise, and where he learned [disguise] [sniper] [fight] is even more unclear.

To be on the safe side, he should continue to hide Toru Amuro.

But he can't.

Anyway, even if they knew that this "Tang Zezhao" was played by "Wise Goro", a qualified undercover agent would not arrest him for a moment of enthusiasm. Tang Ze, who hadn't been replaced at all, had no risk of being discovered by the red team as a fake Tang Ze, after all, he was himself who had been replaced as a fake.

On the contrary, a showdown with Toru Amuro is an option full of uncertainties.

He will have to tell Amuro about his plan - at least a part of it, which is equivalent to more or less revealing that he has the ability related to cognitive science, no matter how Amuro understands it, but he is not normal Toru Amuro will definitely notice the level of information he has.

If you don't tell him, there will be a lot of benefits but no harm, just keep singing and dancing.

Tell him that apart from peeling Amuro Toru's onion skin to the bottom and exposing Fugu Rei's real body, there is not much benefit.

He knew that he just couldn't do it.

In fact, in the original plan, he really planned to hide it. As long as he wanted to, he would have more ways to cover it up, and more ways to convince Amuro Toru that Karazawa was completely cold, and his ashes were poured into Tokyo Bay. .

But when Tang Ze saw Toru Anshi sitting in a quiet movie hall like a forest of steles, looking at the past with a smile on his face, and seeing those dead people haunting his dreams...

Tang Ze found that he really couldn't indifferently let Amuro Toru intensify the tearing in his heart, and couldn't indifferently let him hate himself deeply because of his love for him.

Tang Ze has to admit that he can no longer see Toru Amuro simply as a paper man with another dimension, and he can't control the fate of his friends without any burden like executing a game guide.

This is real, flesh and blood, an undercover agent with a complicated past, and a friend who has lived with him for a long time.

and so……

Tang Ze smiled in relief.

"Should you tell me your real name, Mr. Public Security?"

　This sand sculpture name has been lying in my draft box for a month, and it finally saw the light of day——

　　The added update will be an interlude of Tang Ze's explanation plan, don't worry, I will explain XD
　　Taking advantage of the present, buying and leaving, guess what Tang Ze has done?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)