The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Tang Ze's mood? Of course, his mood was not high.

No matter who you are, facing a job you have been doing for 6 years, you must have entered a period of burnout with no passion.

If he showed enthusiasm and interest in this job at the beginning, it was mainly because, right, it was the inertia of the previous life. Those who understand will understand. On the other hand, he was also slightly curious about what form these familiar strangers would take in this world and this cultural background.

After the actual contact, his emotions began to plummet.

There is nothing to be curious about. There is nothing new under the sun. The only difference is the degree of lawless criminals due to the different laws and enforcement strengths of different countries. Otherwise, it is really the same familiar stuff.

In less than a week, Tang Ze found out the relevant situation around Beihua while walking in the city. Not only did he successfully create an image of a big boss with extraordinary background for Amuro Toru, but he also figured out the scope and area that needed to be cleared next...

How should I put it? Six years of undercover career, plus the related investigations and re-examinations, etc., the time he spent as a senior executive in certain organizations was the longest career he had ever engaged in in his two lifetimes. Some things are really engraved in his DNA, the jargon, the location of underground channels, how to hand over and communicate, how to fabricate an identity for himself, these things are easy for him.

It's normal for him to show little interest since it's not that challenging.

"Speaking of which, there are indeed some things to pay attention to recently." Amuro Toru retracted his gaze, placed the baked breads one by one on the oil-absorbing paper and tray, arranged them neatly, and said casually, "Recently, there has been some unrest over here at Mihua. It doesn't seem to be the channel of the organization here, maybe some blind guys are trying to develop their power here again."

Tang Ze raised his eyelids: "Oh? Could it be that someone is here to sell his own goods? He is quite courageous."

Bourbon and Kumail borrowed the resources and power of the organization to build a fake gang network. Although it was fake, and the henchmen working for them had no idea what they were responsible for and were fooled by the Riddler, Dog was secretly engaged in delivering carefully packaged rock sugar for the two undercover agents. It seemed that he was selling intelligence, but in fact he was passing messages to the police's informants. But at least to outsiders, it was still quite bluffing.

Two guys who are very rich and have powerful black connections have used various means to control the underground industry in such a large area. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that unless they have a very strong background, they would not be so foolish as to expand their power to Beika Town.

Such swift movements, such a sharp eye, this is why Tang Ze decided to focus his work in this direction. Compared to being a killer in an organization or being a star detective on TV, this is his real comfort zone.

"It's not clear yet." In contrast, Amuro Toru is indeed a novice in this field. "I think you should find a way to investigate it."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Tang Ze made a gesture, picked up the plates without much care and walked out of the kitchen to put them in the cupboard for Amuro Toru.

In paying attention to this aspect, in addition to Tang Ze's own familiarity and ease with it, his familiarity with the plot also played a big role.

In Conan, there are actually quite a few cases related to these banned drugs. Some are fragmentary, such as the doctor who was killed by Kyosuke Fudo in the case of Kyosuke Fudo, which involved some issues of illegal drug transactions. There was also the famous scene of Conan reaching out to dip the powder into his mouth in the Tsukikage Island...

As for the organization, it seems to have nothing to do with these things, but Tang Ze has not forgotten the false version of the Twilight Villa tragedy in the Twilight Villa case.

The real murderer of the case is Karasuma Renya himself, but according to rumors from the outside world, there is a more mysterious version of this case. Karasawa secretly investigated the case by taking advantage of the convenience of Team Zero and Investigation Section 1. The police's statement is similar, believing that methamphetamine played a very important role in this case.

It is better to believe it than not to believe it. Tang Ze combined this work with Bourbon's power, also with the intention of seeing the organization's reaction.

Naturally, he also did not forget the famous childhood shadow, the devil curator Hideji Tsukawa from the Beika Library.

The elevator door slowly opened, revealing a distorted face in the darkness. This scene should have been an important source of nightmares for many people when they were children.

Strangely enough, his investigations into this individual yielded no results.

The current director of the Beika Library is not called this name, and the name of Hideji Tsukawa has never caused any stir in the Different World Navigation.

Is this the butterfly effect, or has his work somehow weakened the network's influence, prompting the original director to leave his post?

I hope so...

He placed the white disk in his hand lightly into the glass display case, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Ding-dong-"

As the elevator door opened, Conan, who was yawning, was pulled by several children and was forced to keep up with their pace and rushed to the children's reading area.

"Hurry up, Conan!" Ayumi pushed him from behind, "Finish your homework well, don't be lazy!"

"Yes, yes--" Conan, who didn't get enough sleep, yawned again with a long sound.

It's not that he deliberately didn't want to do his homework. Primary school student's homework is such an easy thing. It's just that his life was so busy during this holiday. He ran around everywhere, with ups and downs. He almost forgot that he still had a first-grade holiday homework to complete.

When he just came back this time, he sneaked over to the doctor's place, hoping to take the opportunity to find out what his next-door neighbor was doing, but he was caught by the Junior Detective Team who came to his door.

After finding out that he hadn't done his homework, the group of children said out of loyalty that they couldn't bear to see him fall behind alone, and decided to accompany him to the library to do his homework.

"Everyone, don't run in the corridor, be careful not to fall." A library staff member passing by stopped the children and gently reminded them, "Don't worry, the reading room is not crowded, so don't fight for it."

The few people who were caught red-handed finally stopped their cars, responded obediently, and resumed their normal walking speed.

"Why do I have to go to the library to do my homework..." Conan, who was finally able to stop, pressed the corners of his eyes that were filled with tears due to sleepiness, "Can't I do it at the doctor's house?"

"Isn't the most important homework for this holiday the book review?" Ayumi looked back with a surprised look, "You have to write 800 words, which is difficult, and you haven't written a single word yet."

Just 800 words...

Conan pursed his lips helplessly, but he couldn't refute his friends.

Although, he felt that these people said they wanted to help him with his homework, but in fact they only came to the library to read comic books, after all, most elementary school students could not afford to buy comics with their pocket money, but some of them did have good intentions.

Going to the library is better than hanging out in the park or going to the game arcade, right?

Conan comforted himself in this way and followed a few people into the children's reading room.

Conan did not carefully check the classification of the bookshelf, but just picked up a book that was placed diagonally on the shelf.

According to the common display habits of libraries, if there are more than one set of the same book in stock, they will basically be placed next to each other. Books with larger space can be regarded as "best-selling books" in this reading room.

I turned it over and looked at the cover, and sure enough, it was a comic book.

As luck would have it, it was a comic book whose main character was a phantom thief. The cover showed a figure with his top hat pulled down and his whole body covered with a black cloak. A small moustache and a smiling mouth were revealed at the edge of the top hat, which made Conan's mouth twitch for a while.

Phantom Thief, another Phantom Thief...

I always feel that after Kaito Kidd became active again, coupled with the influence of Joker and others' frequent activities, the image of the Kaito has inexplicably become popular among children.

Damn it, in the past, detectives were the absolute protagonists in both creative themes and news pages... Oh, that's not entirely true, there are exceptions...

After wiping the face of Goro Akechi that flashed in his mind, Conan stuffed the book back tiredly and walked to the next bookshelf.

Forget it. The school certainly doesn't expect them to study this kind of entertainment works and then write some reflections on them. He should just read some literature books seriously.

The other members of the Junior Detective Team pretended to search for a while, and soon each picked up a hardcover comic book with a bright and beautiful cover, sat down at the table and read it with relish.

Conan, not surprised, shook his head and walked towards the deeper bookshelves alone.

Perhaps because there are other specialized student libraries in the town, the children's reading area of ​​the Beika Library is not very large. At least in his impression, their ordinary lending room for adults is much larger than this one, and the number of books is visibly different. The books that can be seen on the bookshelves, in addition to comics and magazines that children will like, are mainly popular science books that are easy to attract children, with colorful covers.

Just by taking a quick glance at them, you can guess that none of these books are suitable for writing book reviews without having to take them off the bookshelf one by one.

Conan does not hate reading. As a detective, a large part of his rich knowledge reserves comes from all kinds of miscellaneous books provided by his father's three-story circular library. But he believes that reading is a very personal thing. What you like to read and what you gain after reading should be personal. He hates writing a book review after reading.

...By the way, when Karasawa asked Hamano Toshiya to write a book review at the villa yesterday, he kept feeling his eyelids twitching. At that time, Conan thought it was some kind of ominous signal, but now thinking about it carefully, it might be because he had completely forgotten about this assignment, and his subconscious was reminding him.

Alas, even for an adult like that, writing a review after participating in an event is such a painful thing...

"It's also placed all over the place..." Conan muttered softly. He stood on tiptoe and reached it twice, but couldn't reach it. He had to apologize in his heart, climbed up a little on the bookshelf below, and took down a book.

A children's version of a world classic, with a cute pencil drawing of a dancing girl in red on the cover, giving it the delicate feel of a fairy tale book.

This is it, it is more convenient to do homework than comics...

Conan took the book and walked out from the gap between the bookshelves. When he was heading towards the direction where the other three people's unstoppable laughter came from, he bumped into a man head-on.

The man had a very standard image of a young or middle-aged office worker, with his hair meticulously combed, a slightly overweight figure, and a slightly wrinkled suit.

Although the city was not snowing as heavily as it was in the villa, the weather was cold enough at this time. This man was sweating all over his head and his face looked a little stiff.

He was holding a cardboard box in his arms with labels of old books on it. He seemed to be a staff member who was sorting and replacing the books. When Conan suddenly came out from behind the bookshelf and bumped into him, he seemed to be startled and almost dropped the cardboard box in his hand.

"Hey, uncle, be careful--" Conan raised his hand without thinking and supported the box in his arms.

"Thank you, thank you..." The man found that it was a short child and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly picked up the cardboard box again.

With this action, Conan glanced at the box in his arms and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Isn't it written on the box that it says "old books"? Why are there not only original English books in it that should not be in the children's reading area, but also they are all covered in plastic and look brand new.

Conan raised his head and examined the man for two seconds, silently using reasoning to judge his situation.

Two seconds later, he used his usual childish voice, pretending to be innocent and said, "Uncle, are you very hot? Your head is all sweaty."

"I..." The man was instinctively startled after hearing what he said. He calmed himself down, quickly raised one of his sleeves and wiped his face roughly.

He didn't have the decisive evidence yet. If he acted rashly and was discovered by the curator...

"Why don't you put the box down?" Conan saw him holding the heavy box with one hand and tidying up his appearance, and kindly reminded him, "It's inconvenient to wipe the sweat with one hand, right?"

"Oh, oh, right..." The man seemed to have finally broken free from some tense emotions. He regained control of his expression, put down the cardboard box, and took a deep breath.

Although he didn't dare to call the police for fear of attracting the curator's attention in advance, the curator had not yet become suspicious.

I must not show any sign of abnormality and must not let the curator notice.

He has his own family to take care of, a wife and children. He is not alone, so he cannot be so reckless...

Thinking of this, he quickly tidied himself up, and did not forget to carefully adjust the position of the books in the carton so that it still looked as if it had not been touched, and then closed the half-open seal again.

This way, it looks exactly the same as if it had never been opened.

Almost at the moment he had finished packing his things, a voice came from the aisle outside the bookshelf.

"Yutian, what are you doing here?"

Conan, who was watching the man sort out his emotions, turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with deep nasolabial folds and a somewhat mean face, walking towards them with a frown.

"Oh, I'm..." The man called Tamada was about to answer, but Conan raised his voice and interrupted him with a sharp child's voice that sounded a little harsh.

"This uncle is helping me find a book!" Conan raised the book in his hand, "I can't reach the bookshelf, please help me take it down!"

The curator glanced at the book cover in his hand, then looked at the empty space on the shelf next to him that was as high as an adult's neck, and then his expression softened.

"I see. I hope you're not being lazy, Yutian. Don't let me down."

"Yes, Director!" He instinctively stood up and bowed in a standard manner. Yutian couldn't help but reveal a slightly frightened look on his drooping face.

What did he mean by this? Did he really just think that his employees were being lazy so he was criticizing himself, or had he already noticed something?

I haven't told anyone about this yet, but with some unrealistic expectations, I went to that strange website and posted the commission.

You should not be discovered. Don't scare yourself. Don't reveal any flaws...

Conan, who was standing on the side, carefully observed the interaction between the two people and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

Something weird...