The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"How is it?"

"Don't underestimate me. I lost to you because of the situation, but it doesn't mean that I am incompetent."

"Really? I didn't feel it." Tang Ze turned the thin handle of the butterfly knife in his hand and said nothing. "How is it? Are you satisfied with your new equipment?"

"Very sharp. Nice knife."

There was a sound of metal parts colliding from the other end of the phone. Tang Ze knew that Ireland was disassembling parts of the gun.

Although he is not good at sniping, his ability with firearms can still stand the test of time because he has done enough dirty work.

"Since everyone is satisfied, let's speed up. You know, I'm not a very patient person."

"Don't worry, Kumail, they won't see tomorrow's sunrise."

"Don't call me that."

"Okay then... I get it, Boss."

Before hanging up the phone, Ireland unhappily chose a relatively neutral title that was not so clearly directed. Of course, it was hard to say whether he meant to disgust Tang Ze on purpose.

Tang Ze took the phone away from his ear, raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

Even though Ireland was originally a killer of the organization, it was indeed a bit inhumane to ask him to finish off such a long list in one night. He could understand that his subordinates were resentful about working overtime.

However, this did not prevent Tang Ze from speaking confidently after hanging up the phone: "Hasn't he always wanted to dethrone Gin or replace him? I have fulfilled his wish by treating him like Gin, so why is he still unhappy?"

"Gin may not be an ordinary person. He has undergone experiments." Miyano Akemi reminded kindly.

"Since you've already lost at the starting line, you should work harder. As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm." Tang Ze's twisted logic is still there.

"...I feel like there's something wrong with this conversation of yours." Zhu Fujingguang, who was busy sorting out photos and lists, looked at the two of them with a bit of helplessness.

"Am I not telling the truth?" Tang Ze replied with a smile, took the dozen photos on his own initiative, and helped him organize them.

"Why do I feel like you seem to be in a better mood?" Just after finishing typing the part that needed to be sent to the public security department, Matsuda Jinpei poked his head out from behind the computer and asked, "What did Ling say to you this afternoon?"

It's not that his intuition is accurate, but since leaving the library, the only time Tang Ze was out of their sight was to report today's results to the leader of Team Zero, Bourbon. Such a big change in status can only be the influence of Furuya Rei.

"Ah, how should I put it, we chatted for a while." Tang Ze shrugged, confirming his guess, "I do feel a little better."

"Is Kouguchi so comforting now?" Hagiwara Kenji bared his teeth and made a face. "It sounds like a horror story."

"You have a misunderstanding about Zero. He is really good at taking care of people." Zhu Fu Jingguang suppressed his subsequent complaints, "Only at this moment do I feel that Tang Ze is indeed a junior."

With his overly sophisticated style of doing things, and overly sharp insight and reaction ability, sometimes Morobushi Jingguang would wonder where Tang Ze stole the time to hone his abilities.

Could this also be part of cognitive science, spending 48 hours a day in a space that no one else can enter, sneaking in and surprising everyone?

Now hearing him say that he also had emotional problems and needed others to counsel and communicate, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt a strong sense of unreality.

"In this regard, he can probably really be considered a senior." Tang Ze shrugged and answered frankly, "I think I am a person who is good at self-adjustment, but people who are good at self-adjustment also have doubts occasionally."

Zhu Fu Jingguang tilted his neck back and silently exchanged glances with his two old friends.

What was Tang Ze talking about with Ling? It was so frank that it was a bit scary.

I don't know. Could it be that he is really going to confront his enemies?

Just give up so easily? No way...

As the three of them winked at each other, Tang Ze shook the photo paper in his hand and his thoughts briefly returned to the conversation in the afternoon.

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"Kazami said you sent him a list of names. You acted quickly today. What? Did you have clues related to them before?"

"Well, it is."

It was indeed Tang Ze's voice, but it didn't sound like Tang Ze's voice at all.

So when Toru Amuro, who was originally arranging the dishes with his head down, heard Tang Ze's answer, he paused and looked at Tang Ze who walked in inquiringly, to confirm that it was not Hoshikawa Teru who came to show off for Tang Ze for some reason.

"It really is you." Amuro Toru frowned in surprise, wiped the water stains on his hands, and walked out from behind the bar. "Are you in a bad mood? Is today's work very tiring?"

It was almost dinner time. Azusa Enomoto was busy preparing the shop sign and transporting the ingredients for the evening to the kitchen and warehouse. The cafe was about to usher in the evening rush hour and was enjoying its last leisure time. There were only Toru Amuro and Karasawa who had just entered the lobby of Polo Cafe.

The setting sun shines into the store, giving the entire store a retro feel.

Tang Ze raised his head while sitting in the familiar afterglow.

As he himself said, his initial understanding and empathy for Amuro Toru came from the other person's identity.

This world is very different from the real world that Tang Ze knows. What really makes him realize this is this undercover agent whose style in all aspects is completely different from what he understands as a paper man, and who instead possesses the human qualities that Tang Ze is familiar with.

Then perhaps, he can understand some things that others cannot understand.

So Tang Ze answered the question irrelevantly: "You should know, Mr. Amuro, actually, I knew about your identity problem as early as when I met you. From this perspective, I must thank you. If I hadn't met you when I first came to Tokyo, I might not be able to be as leisurely as I am now."

When he suddenly heard Tang Ze raise his head like this, Toru Amuro's eyebrows twitched slightly.

This is not just the rhythm of a deep discussion, this posture of starting from the beginning and telling the story...

He imagined how Tang Ze would tell him his true identity.

Perhaps in a certain case, Tang Ze was careless and could not escape the sight of the police or detectives, and was forced into a blind spot; or in an extreme case, it involved the deepest secrets of the organization, and in addition to his friends hiding in the dark, he had to find another collaborator...

In short, when Tang Ze really encountered a situation with no way out, Amuro Toru, as one of the few people who had a deeper understanding of Tang Ze's situation, chose the lesser of two evils. No matter how much he cared about his reputation, this proud boy could not refuse well-intentioned assistance.

The only thing I didn't expect was that it was on such an afternoon, a somewhat cold afternoon, when I had just completed the mission and ended a fight in the light and in the dark, when the atmosphere was relaxed and the sun was about to set...

An afternoon that was no different from any other.

Amuro Toru opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw the calm look on Tang Ze's face, he just pulled out the chair opposite him.

Tang Ze didn't pay attention to Amuro Toru's reaction, he just lowered his head and looked at his palm.

This pair of hands belongs to Tang Ze Zhao. Because of the short learning career, they didn't even have time to form calluses from writing. In fact, because of the mask and Tang Ze's own training, they are becoming more and more flexible.

It's different, everything is different.

"When I arrived in Tokyo, I found out that my guardian might be related to the organization. This was not a good thing, but your existence actually reminded me that I can't take it lightly. I must be careful about everything around me. I have to find a way to escape from this pursuit... Although the method is different from the normal teaching, you are indeed a good predecessor. You pointed out a clear path for me."

What he said next would touch upon the core of Tangze's ability. After considering for a moment, Tangze remembered Gin who walked around the cinema with a gloomy face every day, and changed his words.

"You know, I am somewhat unusual. Not long after I met you, I tried to use some difficult-to-explain abilities to get rid of your surveillance and the organization's sight. I didn't expect to learn so much about you because of this."

Toru Amuro's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but clench the cup in his hand.

He did have some doubts about this part.

Judging from Tang Ze's style of doing things, if he only knew his true background and confirmed that he would not hurt him, Tang Ze would trust him, but he would definitely have many reservations. At the very least, he would not explain the matter of the video.

What exactly made Tang Ze make this decision? Amuro Toru suddenly had a bad feeling.

Tang Ze crossed his hands and covered his mouth to hide his laughter: "You saw it all, Mr. Furuya, the first place winner of this year. He actually went undercover in the same place as his childhood friend. I don't know whether to say that the organization is too lucky or that the public security is too excessive."

Toru Amuro's brows jumped violently.

"Can you even see these details?" He said, almost squeezing out his voice from between his teeth. "I now feel that the organization is really a bit soft-hearted..."

It's no longer just a question of whether one can read minds or not, or even just a question of magic. Even one's past life can be seen clearly, without the person's knowledge, leaving no privacy at all.

How on earth did Tang Ze's parents have the nerve to call this ability psychology?!

As his toes dug into the ground fiercely, Toru Amuro also felt a chill on his back.

If Tang Ze had not been isolated from the organization by his parents, or if he had not withstood the organization's torture in Kyoto and revealed part of his strength...

Toru Amuro took a deep breath and controlled himself from imagining what would happen next.

It's a really scary story.

From Tang Ze being plotted against by the organization, if there was any mistake at any point, everything would not be what it is today. I really don't know whether I should curse the tricks of fate or thank fate for its mercy.

Tang Ze smiled, without further explanation, he changed the subject and asked the question he wanted to ask.

"Mr. Zhu Fu, you and I have been friends since childhood. You have known each other for many years, and you have supported each other and given each other great strength. You are very important friends. So, how did you adjust? After witnessing such a moment."

At which moment did the "film" in Furuya Zero Hall begin to move Karasawa?

It was not any other time, but when he saw Furuya Rei, who had successfully obtained the code name, having a nightmare.

Because he dreamed of the person he had killed, and the other person repeatedly questioned him, asking why he aided and abetted the evil if he was really a righteous policeman. Unable to face this cruel reality, he suddenly woke up from the nightmare, but because he could not alarm others who might be monitoring him, he controlled his frightened breathing, closed his eyes, and lay in the dark for a whole night...

Then he continued to watch, watching as Furuya Rei gradually got used to this kind of life, becoming more and more able to control his condition, and facing the innocent people dying in front of him, he would not even reveal a trace of physiological reaction...

Tang Ze is not a soft-hearted guy. Even if he is affected by this life and his state and personality are slightly different from his previous life, the experience in this aspect exists.

Just think about it and you will know that an undercover agent who is soft-hearted and soft-hearted will not live to see his time.

Tang Ze never denied that he had killed many people, directly or indirectly. It would have been impossible for him to climb to the core of the group without gritting his teeth and sucking blood.

It was very difficult at the beginning. No matter how much training he had received, he was just a student from a peaceful environment. He was suddenly thrown into a savage and cruel world like a jungle. No matter how hard he tried to pretend to be calm, Tang Ze had nightmares for a long time.

Then, after a long time, everything will adapt to you, and sometimes you will even become numb.

And after that, what caused the greatest trauma to Tang Ze, who should have been accustomed to facing life and death, was the death of his contact.

Undercover Tang Ze is a man without a past. His contact is his only connection with his past which seems a lifetime away, and is the last bean of light in the long night.

"After he left, you didn't even have time to mourn. Rye Whiskey was standing in front of you, and the organization could arrive at any time."

"...Tangze, Tangze?"

"You are not even allowed to show a trace of negative emotion. You don't even have a second to react. You have to immediately forget who you are and who he is, and pretend that you really just witnessed the execution of a traitor..."

"Stop! I know what you're talking about." Amuro Toru interrupted Tang Ze who couldn't help but talk more and more, his brows knitted tightly, "But, are you really okay?"

Although they were talking about Hiro, Tang Ze seemed to have seen something from his past. He was extremely tense and didn't even seem to notice that he was breathing heavily involuntarily.

Did he witness something similar? His parents' death, for example? Or did the organization kill one of his relatives or friends?