The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"This is indeed a very important thing." Facing the serious Vermouth, Tang Ze just grinned, "No wonder Gil was so nervous."

Kiel...

After chewing over this code name, Vermouth's eyes became a little colder.

Today, she did not disguise herself as someone Tang Ze was familiar with, but simply dressed up as a young office worker. She approached her using the excuse that she was a fan of Goro Akechi, and her emotions were more open than before, easily revealing emotions that could be captured by Tang Ze.

Tang Ze curled the corners of his mouth.

This question is really something that only Vermouth can answer.

Except for Gin, whose age is unknown and it is difficult to determine how long he has been in the organization, most of the other code members in the organization, including Rum, who is no longer young, may not know as clearly about this matter as Vermouth.

It is known that when Yukiko was still Yukiko Fujimine, Sharon Wynyard was already a famous drama actress. So at the very least, during the fifty or sixty years that she was Sharon Wynyard, at least half of the time she was exposed to the public, and she did not suddenly appear out of thin air.

Then Vermouth is at least older than Sharon Wynyard, which means that Rum must be considered a junior in front of her.

No one should know the possible causes and consequences of the story that happened at the funeral of the "deceased" wealthy man Karasuma Renya half a century ago better than her.

Combined with the information from Toru Amuro about Vermouth's possible true identity, this question becomes more credible.

"I really want to say that this is not something you should ask, but as you said, cognition is meaningful and will leave traces. It is impossible to expect you to forget this matter now." Vermouth took a deep breath and calmed down. "As for your question, my answer is... later."

It was just two simple syllables, but it seemed like she had spent a great deal of effort to say them. Even though her true expression could not be seen through the disguise mask, her sudden tightening of her knuckles could tell that she was struggling.

"This is indeed a very crucial thing." Tang Ze took a sip of coffee leisurely, and this time, he lowered his voice slightly, "My guess is indeed correct."

"...Guess, what guess?" Vermouth raised her eyelids, knowing that part of his posture was deliberate. She couldn't help but glare at this guy who pretended to be leisurely, but in her heart she couldn't help but relax a lot.

If we were to say what advantage Kumail, who was in a similar situation, had over her, it was that she, who grew up almost in a laboratory, was destined to be a caged bird that could not escape the shadow, whereas Kumail's talent was delayed by his incompetent father, causing him to be a transparent man in the organization for several years, so he still had the power to stand in the sun and joke.

As for Vermouth herself...

Thinking of this, she stopped asking more questions that were about to come out of her mouth, coughed, and stood up hurriedly.

"Okay, I've already given you the answer you wanted, and I've already stated your request. Is there anything else?"

She is not as "free" as Kumail. If she listens any more, not only will the secret itself be exposed, but her overly fluctuating emotions will also arouse the suspicion of the organization.

More importantly, once he knew more about Karasuma Renya, his thoughts might be spied on by others, which could then become the lead for Kumail to be exposed.

It's better for everyone to remain ignorant until you grow enough to deal with it.

Even when standing in front of the truth, she cannot lift the curtain. The red line drawn on her body traps her firmly in the darkness, and she cannot cross it even a little bit. This is also a footnote to her ridiculous fate.

"That's all." Tang Ze finished the last sip of coffee and handed over another stack of photos before picking up the sandwich next to him. "Take care of yourself and don't worry about other things."

The tone sounded like a warning and also like a sermon, and Vermouth frowned when she heard it.

"What's the matter again? Didn't you just say..." She took the photos and was about to put them into the briefcase, but when she saw the first photo on top, she suddenly became quiet.

This was not what she thought it was, or any other information about Scobin, but a very ordinary ten-inch photo.

The first page of photos shows several girls huddled together with smiles on their faces.

Ran Mouri, holding the Ema high in her hand, was being pulled by the arm by Toyama Kazuha. She seemed to be standing on tiptoe, trying to see the words she wrote on the wooden sign. Suzuki Sonoko leaned over from the crowded crowd and tried to take the thing from Ran's hand, wanting to help her hang it on the treetop before her wish was exposed.

The protagonist of the second photo has changed. It is Conan, who is lying on the railing of the cruise ship, saying something with a serious face. Not far behind him, Ran Mouri, with a subtle expression, squinted her eyes and looked at the detectives gathered together, and curled her lips.

Vermouth blinked quickly, flipped through the contents at the back, and understood what Tangze had handed her.

"Did you take this photo when you went to Osaka?" Vermouth's voice softened involuntarily.

"Because they captured Scobin, they might help with the case, so these photos were developed." Tang Ze stuffed the sandwich into his mouth and replied vaguely, "These are insignificant parts and were going to be thrown away anyway."

Originally, Tang Ze had no habit of taking photos, but this time, he happened to meet Pu Siqinglan.

Of course, Karasawa, who wanted to trick her, would not miss this opportunity. And because the photographer was either Karasawa or Hoshikawa Teru, the appearance of Karasawa himself or Akechi Goro was completely avoided. After removing the parts that captured Pu Siqinglan, this was just a set of interesting travel photos.

After checking the contents of the camera, the police returned these private photos to the photographer Tang Ze himself.

"Since you said that, I won't say thank you."

"Let's go quickly. I see your hairline is wet with cold sweat."

...If you really knew, you shouldn't ask such a fatal question, this guy.

They gave this shrewd guy a sweet reward after giving him a good beating, allowing him to climb to the top. Even if he has no ill will towards the organization, he will probably become a nightmare for some people.

Vermouth glanced at the culprit who caused her miserable state, but couldn't help a smile on the corner of her mouth. She waved the photo in her hand, turned around and left.

Tang Ze sat in his original position and slowly finished his lunch. The relaxation on his face disappeared as he chewed.

If everything was as he guessed, then the problem would become very serious.

As Tang Ze's previous analogy, before mocking the zoo's fantasy, we should first look at Karasuma Ren'ya. His obsession with drug A is not necessarily weaker than the zoo's obsession with Pandora. The human zoo more or less has some magic of his own, but Karasuma Ren'ya is a pure Muggle.

No matter how big the organization grows, no matter how powerful Karasuma Renya possesses, half a century ago, the old and dying Karasuma Renya was just a fragile patient who was richer and more willing to live than other old people. In the final analysis, he was just an ordinary mortal.

Why did he, who did not possess any special powers, believe so firmly that there was a drug in the world that could cure death? Why did he notice the peculiarity of cognitive science at the first moment and seize the freedom of the Tangze couple without hesitation?

Looking at Karasuma Renya's life, as a wealthy man he did have smooth sailing, but his wealth came from his family inheritance and the dividends of the times, and was not the result of his personal struggle or efforts. At least, his own strength played a very small role in it.

So what is the most legendary part of his life?

It was this mansion inherited from his mother, this mansion with an ambiguous mystery, hiding endless wealth and secrets.

Thinking of the scholars who were killed in the western-style building, and the spire shining with brilliant light in the black and white photo, Tang Ze narrowed his eyes.

What happened that night? What was the outcome of that long night full of blood and secrets?

Perhaps only by seeing it with your own eyes can we figure out these questions.

"Invitation letter?" Tang Ze heard the good news as soon as he returned to the base. "Did Koshimizu Nanatsuki bring it?"

"It was sent to Nanatsuki Koshimizu and Goro Akechi by name." Hoshikawa Teru, who was forced to accompany Nanatsuki Koshimizu on a tour of the base, slumped on the sofa and replied weakly, "She said you asked her to keep an eye out for this kind of thing, so she came to me as soon as she got any news."

"Just bring me a pillow if you're sleepy..." Tang Ze muttered and quickly opened the letter, "Then it seems that the secret about Karasuma Renya... huh?"

After seeing the handwriting on the letter clearly, Tang Ze's eyes twitched twice, and his originally relaxed expression instantly began to turn into speechlessness.

Please...collect 6_9_book_bar (Six//Nine//Book//bar)

"What is Karasuma Renya, what secret?"

Miyano Akemi, who was very sensitive to this name, suddenly raised her head from the endless Arabic numerals, account numbers, contracts and income and expenditure flows, and looked at Tang Ze with her sharp eyes.

"Did you get important information from Vermouth? Is that mansion really hiding something very important?" Zhu Fu Jingguang also couldn't sit still. He walked over quickly and stretched his head to look at the invitation in his hand.

They have been searching for information about Dusk Villa ever since they returned from the Blue Castle.

Whether it is the precious light in the photo or the letter left by the great grandfather of the Mamiya family, it means that the Dusk Villa is not that simple. Its significance is definitely more far-reaching than simple wealth.

But perhaps it is for the same reason that this western-style mansion has disappeared from the public eye for many years and gradually faded out of history with the death of Karasuma Ren'ya, the last descendant of the Karasuma family. It is as if it has disappeared from a cognitive perspective. No matter how hard they try to follow the clues, they can never locate its exact location.

Hearing them mention this, everyone gathered around curiously.

"It's okay. I was so happy for nothing." Tang Ze's voice became flat. "I said, there is no such thing as pie in the sky."

Everyone who came over to look at the invitation paused.

Although they didn't make any movement, their eyes all turned in unison to observe Tang Ze's expression.

Tang Ze didn't say anything harsh, but people who are familiar with him can hear that his tone is actually very unhappy.

"It's also possible that there was originally a pie in the sky." Tang Ze curled his lips as he stared at the words above, "but some idiot who was hit by the pie and became stupid rushed out and slapped the falling pie away."

Hakuba Tan, Kaito Kidd, and even an extra Nanatsuki Koshimizu. With such good conditions, they should at least go to the Dusk Villa to read the bar, right?

Damn, what the hell is the detectives' requiem? Where is his Twilight Annex?

"What's the name of that psychopath? Don't let me find you. I'll kill you right now..."

“Hey, Tang Ze, what’s wrong with you… Hey, hey, don’t use the navigation here…! Coffee, coffee is sucked in!”

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"Huh? And you want to bring those naughty kids along?"

Kogoro Mori, who had just finished reading the transfer record happily, was stunned when he heard the bad news as soon as he looked up.

Thinking of that group of noisy elementary school students, and Conan who had messed up his detective journey with these students, he instinctively wanted to refuse. He lowered his head to confirm the remittance amount, but he couldn't say no.

It was such a large sum of money, even including food, lodging and round-trip travel expenses, and it was also stated directly that if there were any problems with the trip, the other party could provide pick-up and drop-off.

With this price, this sincerity, and this generous treatment, it is really hard to refuse...

"It's indeed a strange request." Mao Lilan, who was sorting out the crowded letters in her father's mailbox, nodded. "If they just want us to bring Conan, that's not strange. Conan has been in the newspapers after his face-to-face encounters with Kid, so he might be a little famous. But, are the Junior Detective Team... also so famous..."

She thought about it blankly for a moment.

Well, if I think about it carefully, it seems that I do have a bit of fame...

Taking into account the law protecting children, reporters would not be as aggressive towards these children as they would be towards adult detectives. However, Tokyo reporters would certainly not let go of such a big explosive point as a group of elementary school students cracking a case that even adults could not solve.

So more or less, these kids who originally took on commissions at school and were just playing house, became famous among nearby residents because they were involved in many incidents.

But that's about it.

Why would a client who spent a huge amount of money to hire a detective specifically name an elementary school student? This is...

"Maybe it's some special, uh, tendency. For example, a rich man who can't have children wants to see a baby or something..."

"Hiss, it sounds like it's even more unacceptable to bring it with you."

As soon as Conan returned to the office, he heard this discussion and looked at them blankly.