The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

The moment he stepped into the mirror maze, Tang Ze only saw countless mirror images of himself walking forward from all directions, as if countless selves were standing in front of each mirror at the same time.

The maze, which is a visual spectacle in reality, is magnified and distorted in the palace, showing an even greater visual oppression. Every optical fiber is infinitely refracted and projected, interweaving into a kaleidoscope-like bizarre picture.

The maze does not look unusually tall from the outside, but once you walk in, you will see mirror walls towering to the top facing each other at incredible angles. The layers of images that are constantly replicated make it impossible to tell the direction and height, and it is confusing and dizzying.

Tang Ze frowned and looked at Jinpei Matsuda who was following closely behind him.

This is just the direction of the entrance. At present, I can still distinguish the mirror wall from my real self. Once I walk further in, I don’t know when the mirror image will attack me from the inside, so getting lost is almost inevitable.

The two people with visual special abilities inexplicably reached a consensus through their eye masks and sunglasses, and then Tang Ze pulled off the scarf around his neck and shook his wrists.

The scarf turned into a rope and stretched backwards flexibly, wrapping around everyone's wrist one by one, connecting everyone into a chain.

"That's good, so we don't get lost." Tang Ze held the end of the rope, like a teacher taking the kids out for a spring outing, "Don't touch the mirrors around you. If you get attacked, remember to warn in time."

This is also one of the difficulties of this maze. In a normal mirror maze, when you can't tell the difference between the mirror image and the exit, you can just raise your hand and touch it to see the answer. But in this unfriendly place, you will be attacked if you touch the mirror image.

Zhu Fu Jingguang switched the gun in his right hand, shook the rope in his left hand twice, and commented helplessly: "I don't know whether this guy is strong or not, but his ability to cause trouble to others is indeed first-class."

The abilities of many people in their group are closely related to flexibility. If they walk like this, they won't get lost, but they will definitely be restricted.

Tang Ze's ears moved, and he keenly caught a faint sound of collision and smiled.

"It doesn't matter. I'm just as capable of causing him trouble."

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After Kiharakawa made that collapsed and hysterical sound, the response he received was not Ireland's thoughts or observations, but two more solid punches.

As I said, Ireland's interrogation skills are not strong at all, which means that he can't tell whether the other party is genuine or pretending.

So his style is actually quite straightforward.

If you can't tell the difference, just treat them as acting crazy and give them a few punches first.

Seeing that Muharakawa, who was beaten to the point of vomiting bile, was still cowering, as if the scene he was describing was even more terrifying than the gangster who was beating him, Ireland put away his fist and pulled Muharakawa's head up a little doubtfully.

"What are you talking about? What found you? Playing sick doesn't work with me." Ireland flashed his gloved fist while speaking.

Without the organization's supplies, he really had very little equipment left, but he still prepared some things with him during these days of disguise as Adachi Toru. Before rushing to the hospital to find Kiharakawa, he quickly collected some things.

Before seeing actual results, Kumail probably won't care about his life or death. He has to be prepared to be self-reliant.

Kiharakawa, whose mouth was drooling from the beating, stared at Ireland with bloodshot eyes and said with all his might, "You don't understand. I'm about to be exposed. My soul will be traumatized, and my personality will be tampered with..."

Then, in accordance with their so-called justice, it was corrected beyond recognition.

If it weren't for Ireland's appearance and attack, he guessed that he wouldn't have ended up like this.

He is different from ordinary people who are attacked by the Phantom Thief of Heart. After all, he has studied cognitive science for many years and has some protective measures and his own experience. In order to prevent being attacked from the spiritual level, he even gives himself psychological hints for a long time to resist various spiritual attacks.

Not only did he study these, he was even studying how he should attack others, and he had already obtained preliminary results on many people.

Now he also has Tang Zezhao, he is only one step away from a real harvest, but at this moment...

Kiharakawa was indignant and wanted to angrily ask Ireland whether he was in cahoots with the Phantom Thief of Heart, but when he saw the other party's sturdy body, he swallowed his unpleasant words.

"You don't understand at all. What's the point of telling you all this..." Mu Yuanchuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Now there is no mirror here, and he cannot be in a similar working environment as Senior Tang Ze. His psychological suggestion is suffering an unprecedented blow. He must concentrate his attention, think carefully, and find a way to regain the confidence that is omnipotent and belongs to a genius...

Ireland looked at his refusal to cooperate, completely muggle-like, and raised his hand callously.

This time, his fist landed directly on the side of Kiharakawa's face, once again interrupting Kiharakawa's attempt to read the message.

"I'm talking to you, why are you playing dead?" Knowing that his interrogation skills were limited, Ireland didn't bother to ask questions. He directly began to state the conclusion he could confirm, "It was you who had nothing better to do than to instigate Motokami Kazuki to avenge his sister, right?"

At the end, Ireland's voice was almost squeezed out from his teeth, and it was full of true feelings from the heart.

According to the information provided by Kumail, after surrendering himself, Motokami Kazuki said that his psychology had undergone two changes. At first, he actually thought about giving up revenge, and he briefly reached a consensus with Mizutani Kosuke, but soon, under the guidance of a psychologist, his anger was completely ignited and he entered a state of sober madness.

It is precisely because of this distorted state that he formulated such a cruel, yet inexplicably rigorous murder plan.

Ireland, feeling that it had suffered an unprovoked disaster, was getting angrier and angrier the more it thought about it.

His anger was not even directed entirely at Kiharakawa, but also at Okakura Masaaki, the secretary of the representative who could be killed by an ordinary person and also a member of the hidden organization.

Although you are indeed a clerk, you are a clerk who comes from a criminal organization!

That Ben Shanghe Shu, although he is strong, he is just an accountant. How could you be easily subdued and killed by an accountant!

However, no matter how dissatisfied he was, Okakura Masaaki was dead, and the murderer Motokami Kazuki was in the hands of the police, so his anger could only be directed at Kiharagawa in front of him.

"If you have the ability, you can climb up on your own, like Mr. Karasawa Ichikawa did, prove your worth, and the organization will naturally give you what you want. If you don't have the ability, you can just accept your fate. Doing such disgusting tricks can only prove your incompetence." Ireland gritted his teeth, trying his best to convey his sarcasm.

You can never become Tang Ze Ichikawa. No matter how much you pretend to be like him, it’s still fake.

Kiharakawa caught the key words in his words and quickly widened his eyes.

"W-what, you know...so, you are also the one..."

It was not difficult to tell from his surprised expression that he wanted to take the initiative to confess his identity to ease possible misunderstandings and conflicts, but what greeted him was another solid straight punch from Ireland.

"Not anymore, thanks to you," Ireland said grimly.

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“…It hurts just looking at it.”

Watching the lens in front of him that was about to change direction shatter on its own after a moment's pause, Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his arms and accurately expressed his feelings.

The hall of Muhara River is flexible and changeable, which they have experienced more than once in outer space.

Logically, this rotating lens should have automatically changed direction and rotated to another angle like the ones outside before they quickly passed through the passage, blocking the next exit they might find, but before it rotated into place, it shattered gently.

No one attacked it, they had just stood in front of the mirror, so the only one who was shattered was Muharakawa himself.

"There's nothing we can do. The method he uses to increase his strength is inherently too weak." Tang Ze waved away the debris that was about to fall on him, watching it shatter into crystal clear powder in the refracted light. "That's not his own strength. Once it's interfered with by external forces, it will be discounted."

Kiharakawa has spent too long in the shadow of Karasawa Ikawa.

Just as the shape of the temple depicts, to this day, the deceased Karasawa Ichikawa is still the Jehovah in Kiharakawa's mind, the god and idol that can never be surpassed.

He admired Karasawa Ikawa, but also envied Karasawa Ikawa, and even dreamed of becoming Karasawa Ikawa.

His appearance that was too similar to that of Ikawa Karasawa, and his unconcealable desire for Karasawa himself, all stemmed from his inferiority and jealousy, so when he lost his safe environment and could no longer maintain the deception to himself, his defenses naturally collapsed.

"The progress is faster than expected. Ireland is quite skillful." Jinpei Matsuda gave a fair evaluation of this unlucky guy who took a lot of beatings for himself.

"Let's keep going. I seem to see the altar in the middle." Tang Ze squinted his eyes and used his third eye to search the passage. He raised his hand and pointed to the corner reflected from behind the broken lens.

This is a completely different scene from the previous light, which means that if you walk in this direction, you will reach the true core of the maze.

The group followed Tang Ze's accelerated movements in unison, crossed the central axis exposed in front of them, and walked to the center of the maze.

After turning a corner, the real secret treasure appeared in front of everyone.

Unlike the biblical theme displayed by the huge sculpture above the head, the shadow standing on the altar is a bit out of place.

He was wearing a white coat that represented his status, but the ornament hanging in a Y shape around his neck was not a stethoscope like a doctor should wear, but a white wool cape worn by high-ranking clergy such as bishops.

Muharakawa, who had his back to them and was looking up at the shadow of the statue in the sky, heard the noise behind him and slowly turned around.

On his face, he was not wearing anything related to Christianity, but a red mask.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes were wide open, and the corners of his mouth were cracked all the way to his ears, but there was no trace of a smile. Only endless wails and curses seemed to be heard between his cracked lips and teeth.

What is more obvious is the pair of high and sharp horns, which make it easy to identify its identity at a glance.

"Prajna?" Tang Ze blurted out at the extremely distorted mask.

"Prajna? That fits his image quite well." Miyano Akemi raised the fan to cover the lower half of her face, hiding the downturned corners of her mouth.

The ghost who fell into the devil's way due to jealousy and hatred and lost his own face is indeed very consistent with the image of Kihara River.

Kiharakawa on the stage turned his head and looked straight at the group of uninvited guests who broke in through the two deep and dark holes in his mask.

"You finally found your way here, thieves." The hall master did not seem surprised by their appearance. His voice was cold and low, and it was unknown whether there was any Irish influence in it. "You will not succeed in defying my will."

Tang Ze raised his eyebrows when he heard the rumbling and echoing words.