The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Sitting in the banquet hall waiting, Conan saw Kitagawa Yusuke walking in from the door. He couldn't help but take a closer look at the leather shoes on his feet, which looked uncomfortable no matter how he looked at them, and couldn't help but sigh: "You guys are unexpectedly energetic..."

After visiting the exhibition for a whole day and admiring the venue prepared by Kitagawa Yusuke for his teacher's rare event, Conan was really tired and was leaning on a bench in the banquet hall to rest.

However, Kitagawa Yusuke had been standing and walking since they entered the museum in the morning, socializing with Kisaragi Minemizu, walking back and forth in the venue, checking and coordinating the exhibition layout. When he walked in, he still looked energetic.

The guests still had the opportunity to stop and chat and rest. The exhibition itself required walking slowly to view. It was unknown how Kitagawa Yusuke could maintain his physical strength with such a workload...

Tang Ze, who was in excellent physical condition, looked at him strangely.

"Even if I haven't eaten for two days, I can still carry my easel and walk to the park four kilometers away to sketch. The exhibition hall doesn't occupy a very large area."

To be honest, the real truth, Tang Ze's physical strength in this regard is really good. In the past, when Tang Ze ran barefoot in the forest of Mermaid Island without eating or drinking in order to achieve a realistic effect, he never felt weak.

The Phantom Thieves of their Hearts have nothing else to do but their feet are really strong, otherwise how could they walk in Tokyo every day above and below the ground...

Conan patted his sore legs, not knowing where to start to complain, but he found that the woman standing behind him who was approaching with a cushion stiffened.

"Senior Sister Misato." Tang Ze looked back along Conan's line of sight, saw the woman with a slightly embarrassed expression, and nodded politely.

He looked at the cushion in the woman's hand, which was out of place in style with the surroundings, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

"Where did this come from?" Tang Ze stared at the extraordinarily thick sponge cushion and asked calmly, "There shouldn't be anything like this in the exhibition hall."

The theme of the exhibition is Kisaragi. In terms of the overall design, Tangze shamelessly borrowed some design inspiration from the second hall of Moriya Tei, using white plaster to shape the appearance, and using lighting to blur the shadows and create a sense of form to highlight Kisaragi Minemizu's works.

Of course, he would not prepare such a dark-colored cushion in the exhibition hall to undermine his reputation, so where did this cushion with a needle in it come from?

"This is what Minetarou told me to bring here, saying that you and the teacher must be tired from walking." Okawa Misato felt even more embarrassed when she sensed his scrutinizing gaze. "If you don't need it, I'll return it."

"Don't use this cushion that doesn't match the style of the decoration." Tang Ze stepped forward and took it in his hand naturally. "If you need a cushion, tell the waiter. I have specially prepared a herbal-colored futon."

So this cushion with a needle stuck in it for unknown reasons, and it's hard to say whether the needle is poisonous or not, should be handed over to him for garbage sorting. Don't turn around and refuse it and end up getting sat on by some unknown passerby, creating another mystery for Conan.

After dealing with the commotion in his master's sect, he turned back and looked at Conan who was staring at the cushion in his hand in a daze: "Why are you sitting here alone? Where are the rest of your family?"

"Uncle Maori and Aunt Fei are at the door, Xiaolan went to meet them." Conan moved his ankle, "I was bumped into by someone today and sprained my ankle, Xiaolan wouldn't let me run with them."

Tang Ze glanced at Conan who was explaining the whole thing for no apparent reason, and said bluntly: "You don't have to show me how deep your relationship is. I really have no other interest in Miss Lan. I invited her only because I think her looks and figure meet my definition of 'beauty'. I'm not being rude."

"No way..." Conan's eyes flickered guiltily.

As he looked away, he happened to see Kitani Minetarou rubbing his fingers towards the tray on the side.

Some white crumbs fell into the teacup below as his fingertips twisted them, and were quickly submerged in the clear tea soup, leaving no trace.

Conan estimated the distance between the tray and Kitagawa Yusuke. His detective radar lit up instantly and his voice immediately tightened: "Uncle Kitani, what are you adding to the tea? Sugar? I want some too!"

Kitani Minetaro felt a chill down his spine and turned his head sharply, to see two people, one big and one small, looking at him with similar expressions, mockery and distrust written on every cell of their faces.

Staring at the two people's gazes, Kitani Fengtaro rubbed his head, slowly picked up the tea that he had just added something to, brought it to his mouth and took a sip: "Yes, white sugar, if you need it, let Junior Brother Kitagawa get it for you."

Conan stared at his Adam's apple rolling, as if he had really swallowed the tea, and then looked at the liquid level which was indeed one section shorter. Finally, he nodded and slowly withdrew his gaze.

Just as he said himself, Kitagawa Yusuke had indeed achieved great success, surpassing all of his fellow disciples, but this could not actually threaten other ordinary disciples who were not regarded as direct disciples by Rugetsu Minemizu, so there was no need for him to have murderous intentions.

Maybe he really was overthinking it.

The detective attributed this instinct to an occupational disease or paranoia, but Tang Ze believed it very much. He immediately raised his hand and called the waiter standing quietly beside him: "Please pour out this plate with the tea on it and replace it with a new one."

"Junior brother, what do you mean?" Kitani Fengtaro's eyebrows jumped when he heard his order, "Do you also think I tampered with your cup?"

"No, it's just that you didn't wear gloves when you put the sugar in. It doesn't seem very hygienic." Tang Ze said without hesitation, "I don't really like eating candy either."

Kitani Minetaro smacked his lips, and the expression on his face as he looked at the teacup in his hand became subtle. He had no choice but to put it back on the tray and watched the waiter take them away together.

"It seems like your time in the sect was a bit difficult?" As Conan watched the other person's back, for some reason, the four words "return empty-handed" automatically popped up in his mind.

I don't know if he was just being overly sensitive, but I think that Kitagawa Yusuke's seniors were malicious towards him.

"It's okay as long as the teacher is here." Tang Ze retracted his third eye's gaze and said nonchalantly, "I can't control what they think."

In order to save money for a house, Kisaragi Minemizu took in a lot of reliable and unreliable apprentices in his early years. There were rich kids like Tokiwa Mio who had some talent but whose main purpose of learning was to gild their resumes, and there were also art students who did have some talent and asked others for help, just to learn a little bit of the masters' skills.

But no matter which one it is, Ruyue Fengshui, an old man who doesn't like to suppress his temper, will definitely not force himself to accept a disciple whom he doesn't like or who he really has no fate with, so it can be said that he has never been so sincere to anyone. Whether he appears or not, it will not affect their relationship with the teacher, so why bother with so much effort.

Conan obviously didn't think so: "There is a saying that goes 'It's not the lack of wealth that is worrying, but the inequality of wealth'. Even if they can understand rationally, it is common for them to be jealous of you emotionally."

"Really? That's great." Tang Ze took the newly replaced cup of tea from the waiter and took a sip. "It saves me a lot of trouble."

Conan thought about his true identity for a while, and then remembered Kitagawa Yusuke's different reactions when Kisaragi Minemizu kept introducing various artists to him today, and immediately understood what the other party had not finished saying.

"…Isn't this your teacher's art exhibition? Please calm down." Conan's mouth twitched for a while.

Mr. Ruyue Fengshui has already sent one apprentice in. Don’t go back and hold an art exhibition and send three more in at once. Otherwise, this swan song will really become a regret.

"Is it because I want to finish the exhibition well that I said this?" Tang Ze blew the foam on the surface of the tea and said in a serious tone, "As long as it's not today, they can try to deal with me if they want."

Tang Ze has been rampant in this world for so long with the abnormally invalid P, but he has never really tested the strength of his passive ability. It would be a great pleasure for Tang Ze if someone is willing to try it for him.

He will let these people feel what it means to be really difficult to kill.

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In fact, there is no need to wait for another day to kill. The guy who wants to attack Kitagawa Yusuke has already felt it now.

After looking at Kitagawa Yusuke around, Toshiki Tajima frowned and reached out his hand to adjust the plaster statue that was tilted about ten degrees to its original position. He also pulled the curtain next to him that seemed to have accidentally slipped off a corner, and directly flattened the adhesive position that was secretly hidden in the folds. His brows were already twisted into a knot.

Although Toshiki Tajima is unremarkable in art, his performance in study and work is mediocre, and he even has major flaws in his character, being narrow-minded and vindictive, but as a resident of the world of reasoning, he still has some experience in techniques and creativity of tricks.

During this period of exhibition work, he had already gotten a sense of Kitagawa Yusuke's character through his daily interactions with him, and he also knew that murdering him, even if not to kill him, but just to injure or embarrass him, would be a very difficult proposition.

Socially speaking, Kitagawa Yusuke is a completely unreasonable type. At first sight, Tajima Toshiki was the one he disliked the most among all the other disciples he had met. He was completely rude to him and didn't give him any chance to get close to him.

Toshiki Tajima simply couldn't understand how the other party could predict so accurately. After all, when they first met, he hadn't felt how exaggerated Kisaragi Minemizu's preference was, nor had he developed any ill will. In the end, he could only attribute it to intuition.

When it comes to work, Kitagawa Yusuke's meticulousness and patience are equally unreasonable.

This guy seemed to have paranoia. During the exhibition, he personally measured many decorations and exhibits with a level. He would immediately point out any discrepancies between the order and the explanation signs. He even made an outrageous request that the security guards install 8-10 fixed locks along the diagonal on the back of the picture frame. He said it was to prevent theft, and he almost welded them to the wall after installation.

So Toshiki Tajima had to give up the simple and crude means, began to set his target as an impeccable person, and re-formulated a complicated plan.

However, several of them had just begun, just like tonight, but were accurately avoided by Kitagawa Yusuke and nipped in the bud.

Tajima Toshiki hated it, but could only reluctantly shift his gaze away from the well-organized and harmonious salon dinner, and strolled towards the exhibition hall through a cracked security passage.

The time was slowly approaching closing time. People were leaving the exhibition hall but not entering. There were fewer and fewer scattered tourists and everything became quiet.

Walking in this long pure white corridor, Toshiki Tajima felt something in his chest begin to surge again.

It’s beautiful. Damn, it’s beautiful. Damn beautiful.

Even with the contemptuous and critical eyes of a jealous person, Toshiki Tajima can easily feel Kitagawa Yusuke's solid skills and outstanding imagination from the layers of exquisite modeling.

The layout of this exhibition is so exquisite that it goes beyond the level of an ordinary painter. Whether it is the arrangement of lighting, the clever concealment of functional areas, the perfectly composed interior shape, or the staggered exhibition halls and corridors, it all displays a beauty that can be called luxurious.

It is not a luxury in terms of cost, but a luxury in terms of aesthetics. If it were Tajima himself, if he could come up with even one of these ideas, he would cherish it and record it down to add the finishing touch to the work at the critical moment of creation, rather than just randomly and worthlessly throwing them all over the corners of the place.

It was as if the creativity and aesthetics were overflowing from his brain, and he could just throw them away without caring about any waste. Tajima couldn't help but wonder, is this really something an 18-year-old can do? It was as if behind his deft pen were several geniuses in architecture, graphic design, visual communication, and other fields.

Thinking of this, Toshiki Tajima touched his stomach, which was aching slightly due to being hungry for a day, and felt something stirring wildly in his empty stomach.

Ah, I almost forgot that he is even better than everyone else at enduring hunger.

"Damn it, damn it..."

Muttering to himself, Tajima Toshiki's steps became faster and faster. He passed the Umemiya Hall, where light and shadow created layered shadows of trees, and the Xuejie Hall, where tiny ripples were simulated and the white floor looked like melting snow, and rushed into the Kokusei Hall, where the works of his disciples were displayed.

In this huge exhibition hall, only this place has its own small corner. However, even this small corner, under the spotlight and illuminated by the soft light, is still the work of Yusuke Kitagawa.

The messy blocks of color in "Desire" were spinning before my eyes, and the self-portrait was rustling in the shadow of my sight, as if Kitagawa's haunting shadow was chasing me again.

Tajima Toshiki gritted his teeth, ignored the emotions churning inside him, and sprinted to his painting.

His lonely acrylic painting seemed to be just an inconspicuous blade of grass, quietly placed in the corner.

Thinking of the densely packed locks on the back of the frame, his cheek twitched, but he reached out to touch his work without hesitation.

This is my last chance. As early as when I sneaked the thing into the interlayer of the frame, I was already filled with murderous intent and there was no turning back.

If you don’t succeed, you will succeed!

He exerted force and pried open the picture frame, which he had already pried open a crack, and the light around him suddenly dimmed.

Toshiki Tajima hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the lamp hidden behind the plasterboard, only to find that the spotlight over there suddenly changed color after dimming for a moment.

The bright red light reflected on Toshiki Tajima's panicked face, and an alarm sounded.

He understood the meaning of this scene without any further explanation.

The anti-theft device was triggered.

Completely defeated, Toshiki Tajima couldn't bear it any longer.

"Are you crazy?! Huh?! Kitagawa Yusuke, are you crazy?! You added anti-theft detection switches to every picture frame in the exhibition hall for disciples only, are you sick?"