The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"You two, what are you doing..." Tang Ze, who was stopped tightly, tried to press his forehead. He struggled for a while but failed to pull his hand back. "I'm just here to do some investigation. Don't act like I'm going to kill you if you let go of my hand."

After eavesdropping on the lively scene in the children's reading area for a while and guessing about 70% of the situation, Tang Ze was speechless for a while, then turned around and went directly to find the curator himself.

According to his guess, combined with his understanding of the original plot, even if there were accomplices of the director in this library, their number would definitely be very small, otherwise an ordinary employee like Yutian Kazuo would not have been able to directly discover the secret of his drug hiding.

The best way to solve the problem here is to solve it directly.

If we take him down as quickly as possible, the problem of this library will be solved.

"Really?" Asai Narimi frowned distrustfully, his hands showing no sign of relaxing. "Aren't you going to just walk in and pull out your gun?"

Although Tang Ze is now wearing simple and slim clothes and does not look like he is carrying any weapons, Asai Narumi has seen this man in the subway how he can take out a submachine gun that is longer than his arm with just a flip of his wrist.

It is generally accepted that Tang Ze possesses some abilities similar to the four-dimensional pocket, and it is also generally accepted that there may be an entire arsenal stuffed inside it.

"Well..." Tang Ze's eyes drifted away. "I won't use force directly, but I will still try to take it out. Why are you two looking at me like that? If I just want to kill him, he will come out alive if I go in empty-handed?"

This is the truth. The two people, inexplicably convinced, finally let go of each other's hands.

It's not that they believe what Tang Ze says. The main thing is that even if Tang Ze doesn't take any weapons, if he is determined not to let Moriwaki Fumita walk out of the door alive, they can't stop him.

Tang Ze adjusted his torn cuffs and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, if you are really worried about something happening, just come together. How can you be so sensitive in strange places one by one..."

Tang Ze, who probably understood the whole story, could understand his teammates' actions and did not feel dissatisfied with their obstruction.

With the experiences and hatred from his previous life, Tang Ze's disgust for drug dealers has long been deep in his bones. His teammates are worried that he will get out of control of his emotions and want to solve these problems themselves without alarming him. He appreciates their consideration and care.

He was mainly helpless about how these people could see it.

From the time he came to this world until now, he had actually had very few opportunities to come into contact with illegal drugs, and he didn't think that he showed it very obviously. However, this subtle emotional abnormality was keenly captured by them, and Tang Ze didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

It seemed a bit of a failure for a seasoned undercover agent to have his deep emotions detected, but it didn't seem to be a bad thing to receive such keen care from so many people...

"How can you be so perceptive? Your attitude is so different, can't you feel it yourself?" Asai Chengmi was quite helpless. "You don't need a reason to hate them, but why do you feel so strongly?"

Of course, Karasawa has reason to hate any criminal, but his targeting seems to be more subjective than at other times, and this is what really confuses Asai Narumi.

Even when facing Calvados, who really killed his parents, Tang Ze's anger was not so intense. He just digested all those emotions, planned calmly, raised the gun steadily, and pulled the trigger.

They got together and discussed for a while, but they couldn't find any reason from Tang Ze's current life trajectory, so they became even more worried.

Could it be that Tang Ze was hurt when no one knew about it, such as when he was receiving treatment, without any social connections, staying alone in the house, waiting for his parents to return, and he was hurt in some way that he couldn't express at the time, or when he came into contact with the organization because of the treatment...

Tang Ze lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment.

Certain fragments flashed through my mind and quickly sank into the vast ocean of memory.

Hyperthymesia is a condition that exists in the body in this life. It is hard to say whether it is a function that has evolved because the new brain needs to adapt to the body with excess memory. In short, the condition does exist.

Today, after all his memories were restored, Tang Ze used the method he learned during treatment to classify the events of his past life one by one and locked them in corresponding cabinets. If he did not deliberately recall them, they would not pop up and interfere with his current emotions.

"Just some trivial stories." In the end, Tang Ze simply concluded, "Just assume that I hate these guys by nature."

Although he said it lightly, Asai Narimi and Shimabukuro Kimie's first reaction was that something had happened.

I don't know if there will be any related records in the things left by Tang Ze's parents? Otherwise, I can go back and ask Miss Shiho next door...

Tang Ze didn't elaborate, but they didn't want to stop him. Before Tang Ze went forward to knock on the door again, the two men had quickly changed their appearance and followed him on the left and right.

Since Tang Ze doesn't object to them watching, then they should keep an eye on it to make sure nothing goes wrong.

So, when Moriwaki Bunta heard the knock on the door, he thought that it was the two ladies who were ready to discuss cooperation coming again. When he opened the door with a smile on his face, he was greeted by Karasawa standing in the middle with a warm smile, and two men in black, one on his left and one on his right, each wearing a mask on their face, looking like bodyguards.

I have to say, although I don't know why these two people carry masks that cover their entire faces, and they inexplicably have the professional awareness of robbers - just like I don't know why the detective Conan has fake blood bags on his body - overall, the visual effects are still well grasped.

Tang Ze, who had completely entered the Kumail state, strode into the office with a smile and an attitude that did not allow rejection. The people behind him silently closed the office door for him, and then stood on both sides of the door without saying a word, giving a full sense of oppression.

Moriwaki Bunta, who was already imagining a bad situation, was sweating even more profusely.

He looked at Tang Ze's overly young face, gritted his teeth, and with a last glimmer of hope, he asked, "Excuse me, who are you...?"

He had just started to say this when he saw Tang Ze smiling and pulling out a pistol with a silencer from his coat.

Completely ignoring the drastic change in Moriwaki Fumita's expression, Tang Ze spoke to himself: "How should I put it? I admit that we have only been rooted in Beika Town for a short time. Many people think that my boss and I are still young. Being young means that the foundation is not deep, and it means that we are easily impulsive. Some people will look down on us, which is normal..."

Moriwaki Bunta's legs went weak and he staggered back two steps.

He originally thought that the worst case scenario was that his own channels would discover the possibility of his exposure, and those who were eager to cut off their tails and survive might sell him out without hesitation, or simply strike first. Unexpectedly, something more terrible than he expected happened.

When he was facing the biggest crisis and the channels of his illegal industry were likely to be exposed to the police, his brutal competitors came to him first.

"I, I didn't, I don't know..."

"But I didn't expect someone to be so bold, not only looking down on us, but also setting up such a big stall directly here?" Completely ignoring the other party's dying struggle, Tang Ze still spoke softly in that unhurried tone, "If you want to die, you can just let me know. Although the price is not low, I'm really not the kind of person who would be stingy with one or two peanuts, so why go to so much trouble?"

As Tang Ze spoke, he casually glanced slowly across the entire office. When his eyes fixed on Moriwaki Bunta again, he smiled very gently.

"You didn't even prepare a handy weapon. My god, who is the fool? Hey, if you really get into trouble, how are you going to solve it? Are you going to rely on your physical strength, which is about to turn 60, to play a murder game with the detectives in Beika Town? How humorous..."

Moriwaki Bunta, who had really thought about this problem and had already planned a careful time plan, was ready to take advantage of the employees' shift change to push Tamada Kazuo into the elevator shaft: "..."

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"…That's what happened." Conan briefly described how he discovered that something was wrong with Tamada Kazuo and decided to create a public security case in an attempt to summon a group of police officers without alerting the curator. Then he raised his head and glanced at the ceiling.

The curator was frightened by Adachi Toru's unreasonable behavior of pulling out handcuffs, and left the children's reading area, apparently going back to the office.

Originally, he hadn't figured out what this man was smuggling, whether it was simply contraband, stolen goods, or something else. Now, after Tamada Kazuo's description, he has basically confirmed that he is a drug dealer, and Conan can't help but feel a little worried.

Judging from the criminals' style of doing things like traveling to many places, could it be that the curator had already escaped when the police were not there?

It shouldn't be the case. Well, according to Yutian Henan's description, this batch of plastic-wrapped books was not received long ago, and the curator transported them alone, and he didn't have time to take away one third of them. If he just ran away like this, his upstream and downstream people would never let him go.

But it's hard to say, what if this Moriwaki Bunta is really so non-mainstream, without any profound chains or interest relationships, and he really makes poisons behind closed doors like making elixirs?

"Should you hurry up and catch the guy?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but suggest, "With these things, even if we can't be sure it's his work, as the director of the library, Mr. Moriwaki has the obligation to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation, right?"

In short, it is still necessary to control the person first to avoid accidents.

"It is indeed necessary." Matsuda Jinpei nodded, turned to Conan, and said out of the blue, "You are amazing, you are so smart that it's a bit scary."

"Uh, ahahahaha..." Conan choked and laughed dryly.

Oh no, maybe more and more people know his identity. Now even when facing the police, he sometimes subconsciously forgets that he still needs to hide his identity...

"Conan-kun is like this." Sato Miwako was very calm. "You haven't been here long, so you may not have met Conan-kun. If you really think he is just a child because of his appearance, you will fall flat on your face, Mr. Adachi."

After these words were spoken, Shiratori Jinzaburo and Takagi Shigeru couldn't help but look sideways.

Hey, compared to the suspicious Adachi Toru, it seems that the smart Conan is on our side. Why are you reminding him?

"Well, I never look down on children." Matsuda Jinpei said meaningfully, "I don't have the qualifications to look down on them either."

Now his eldest son, no matter in which sense of the word, is still a child who has not yet reached adulthood, and he really has no right to look down on children.

Conan frowned, feeling that there was something behind his words. Before he could think about it further, he saw another old acquaintance from the Investigation Section, Officer Chiba, rushing in in a panic.

"What's wrong with you? You're so reckless." Sato Miwako, who was in charge of leading the team today, turned around to prevent him from rushing too close and causing tension on Tamada Kazuo, who was still in a state of anxiety. "What happened?"

"Outside, outside!" Qianye took two breaths and pointed outside the window, "The curator!"

What happened? Could it be that the truth was exposed too quickly, and Moriwaki Fumita was silenced, or even worse, he committed suicide out of fear of punishment?

Conan, who thought of this direction at the first time, rushed out almost at the same time as Sato Miwako, ran to the window of the reading room, opened the transparent glass window that occupied the entire wall, and looked out.

Right above them, a struggling body was hanging upside down. The two people who stuck their heads out looked up and saw Moriwaki Bunta's eyes wide open with fear, and they were instinctively frightened.

I have to say this, this guy doesn't look like a good person...

Frightened, Miwako Sato now had the leisure to observe the criminal suspect who was hung outside.

Moriwaki Bunta's clothes were stripped off, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, and he was hanging outside the window above them. Blood was flowing down his skin which was loose due to age, making his whole appearance even more terrifying.

It was obvious that the purpose of the person who stripped him naked was not just to embarrass him.

"Quick, go and knock on the door, save the people first!" Sato Miwako turned around and shouted, "Hurry! In case there is a timer device... Seal off the library and don't let anyone in or out!"

As she was shouting, Conan, who was leaning out of the window on the other side, had already seen where the blood on Moriwaki Bunta's body came from.

His body was crisscrossed with marks left by sharp cuts, which had cut through his loose skin and fell crookedly on his shriveled body like a twisted smile.

"ゴミ" (waste*).