The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"I don't have the flu, I just have typhoid." Conan retorted with a thick nasal voice.

Tang Ze pressed his nose, thinking that if you could stop mumbling a few words, nothing would happen to me.

"I'm not in good health at such a young age. I've caught a cold. I have very effective special medicine here." Hattori Heiji took out a bottle of something wrapped in a package from his backpack, smiled and poured two cups from the cup, " Want to try it?"

Good guy, this strong smell of alcohol...

Tangze, who had a history of alcoholism, moved the tip of his nose, and the familiar mellow aroma made his expression glazed over, almost showing a look of longing.

The next second, he shook his head to control his thoughts.

He finally gave up drinking, he couldn't break his skills like this...

Of course, the ones in the Velvet Bar don't count. If I drink alcohol in my dream, can that be called drinking?

Conan, whose nose was completely blocked and couldn't smell anything, took the cup without warning and raised it to his mouth.

Tang Ze looked at his movements and hesitated for a moment, but did not stop him.

Although he has many ways to change this plot... but think about it, it is quite unkind to force others to deny this opportunity after they have been thinking about it for so long.

Forget it, let’s do the operation in another way.

Conan, who had lost his sense of taste, drank two mouthfuls of white wine. His face was wrinkled by the spicy taste, and he suddenly choked and coughed.

Tang Ze then took the wine in his hand with difficulty and turned his head away from looking at the contents of the cup: "What's your cold medicine? It smells like wine..."

Hattori Heiji took the bottle out of the package and patted the label that looked very familiar to Karasawa: "Yes, this is Baigan'er from China. How about it? Is it good enough?"

Conan staggered twice and fell back into the quilt.

"How could you let a child drink this kind of thing!" Mao Lilan's eyes widened and she supported Conan, whose eyes were completely empty.

Tang Ze threw the cup in his hand outward, as if it would be hot if he held it for too long, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

By the way, are there any members in the organization whose code name is Lao Baigan... Come on, he wants to drink something strong in his dream, or maybe one whose code name is German dark beer.

With random thoughts in his mind, he moved his hands very quickly. He touched Conan's hot forehead and then went to help boil water and hot towels.

"Sorry, children are more noisy." Looking at the movements of this group of minors speechlessly, Mouri Kogoro handed tea to Tsujimura Kamie, sat upright behind his desk, and asked, "What do you need me to investigate in detail?"

"This is a photo of my son's girlfriend..." Tsujimura Kamie took out a piece of information from his handbag and placed it on the table. "Her name is Katsuragi Sachiko. She is 24 years old and is currently studying at Toto Medical College."

Mouri Kogoro picked up the document and found a photo pinned with a paper clip on the first page. The girl in the photo had a bright smile and a delicate and gentle appearance, making people feel cute and kind at a glance.

"Well..." Mouri Kogoro, who cautiously glanced at Mr. Tsujimura, who was confused about the client's attitude, just commented neutrally, "From the resume, she is an excellent woman. You are investigating her, and you are right. Does she have any dissatisfaction?"

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied." Tsujimura Kamie straightened his gloves and picked up the teacup elegantly, "Well... I'm just a little worried."

"I understand, I understand, because the conditions are too perfect, so you don't like her very much, right?" Hattori Heiji interrupted without permission, walked to the table and looked at the photo, "People are very suspicious, when they see someone who is too perfect People will subconsciously feel that this is a disguise and want to expose this appearance, am I right ma’am?”

"Don't disturb the conversation between me and the client!" Mouri Kogoro was worried about the cup on the table and did not hit the table directly, and glared at Hattori Heiji in displeasure.

"My husband Tsujimura Isao is a diplomat. As you can see, our family's conditions are also very good... Is it normal that I want to get to know the daughter-in-law who is about to marry thoroughly?" He was not angered by Hattori Heiji's rude speculation, and just focused on Moori Kogoro.

"I don't think it's what you guessed." Karasawa came to the edge of the table at some point and looked at the photo of Katsuragi Sachiko with great interest, "Well... I'd like to take the liberty to ask you, you and your Are the sons related by blood?"

"Huh? What's the problem?" Mouri Kogoro's face twitched twice.

Tsujimura Koe's elegant movements froze in response to Karasawa's question, and she silently put down the tea cup.

"Ah, could it be that I am too keen on observing people's appearance?" Karasawa pretended to be thinking, and glanced at Hattori Heiji, "It seems that no one can feel it. The two high school students in the east and west All the famous detectives look alike...Don’t you think this, Miss Sachiko Katsuragi? Her facial features are very similar to Ms. Kimie Tsujimura’s?"

At this time, Tsujimura Kimie's face completely changed, and the heavy makeup did not cover her disappearing blood color.

She stood up quickly, tightened her handbag strap, and looked at Tang Ze, her nervousness palpable.

"Huh? Did I guess wrong?" Tang Ze looked back at her innocently, "But the two of you are really similar."

Don't tell me. Although Tang Ze's understanding of her complex interpersonal relationships comes from the power of spoilers, I don't know if his ability to observe people's faces has improved after successfully loading the disguise skill. Anyway, Tang Ze The mother-daughter relationship between Tsujimura Kimie and Katsuragi Sachiko can be seen at a glance.

Tangze glanced around the room full of blank-looking people and found that no one agreed with his point of view.

Is it true that everyone in the world of Ke Xue is so face-blind?

Is this the real reason why disguise is so difficult to learn and why Black Feather Pirates has so few followers? Recognizing faces requires special talent. People without talent can't recognize faces, so they draw incorrectly, right?

Mr. Tsujimura looked at him seriously for a moment, and suddenly said: "These issues are quite involved, and I need to protect the reputation of the Tsujimura family... The following topics should be discussed with you in detail at our house."

She seemed to confirm Tang Ze's statement in disguise, and the expressions of several people were extremely rich.

Her son wanted to marry a girl who was related to her by blood. Tsujimura Kamie secretly came to find a private detective to investigate. He also said that he wanted to maintain his reputation...

For a time, all kinds of bloody plots such as illegitimate daughters, extramarital affairs, lovers eventually becoming brothers and sisters were constantly floating in everyone's minds, making people think about it.

"Come here too." Tsujimura Koe suddenly pointed at Tang Ze, and then looked at the other young people, "And you... My husband is very careful about the impact in this area. If I only bring a private detective, If you go back, you will attract unnecessary attention. Just think of it as my private banquet inviting friends to my home."

"A diplomat family, tsk tsk, is really not simple." Hattori Heiji, who didn't know what he was thinking, sighed.

Mao Lilan looked at Mr. Tsujimura excitedly. Although he was not that nosy, but someone took the initiative to invite him to eat melon, she did not resist following him to have a look.

But...she turned around hesitantly and looked at Conan who had a hot towel on his head.

"You come too, you are Kudo's woman. If you follow, maybe Kudo will show up again." Hattori Heiji noticed her hesitation, and immediately walked over, holding the burning Conan in his hand. , "If you are worried about this little brother, you can take him with you."

Tang Ze took a step forward and snatched Conan from his hands who was about to faint from fever: "This is not good for the patient."

"It's okay, Brother Tang Ze." Conan shook his head vigorously and concentrated, "I also want to go to my aunt's house to play!"

No, this black guy came out of nowhere and was talking nonsense. If you leave him alone, you don't know what outrageous things he will say.

Thinking of this, Conan looked at Tangze's hand on his shoulder and felt relieved.

It's okay for Tang Ze to come with me. He knows my identity. If anything happens, he can help lay a cover.

Is this what it feels like to have reliable teammates? It’s such a strange experience.

Conan sniffed hard and relaxed against Karasawa's supporting hand.

And his reliable teammate Karasawa was smiling and looking straight at Hattori Heiji. What he was thinking in his mind was: "How should I find a way to let this black guy drive Coop? Should I bet something with him, for example, Kudo Arata?" One or something?"

Don't use the blue axis to code. Your hands hurt. They really hurt. After writing furiously for a few hours yesterday, both thumbs are soft now.

I’m going to use the monthly royalties from the Miga game that Brother Fu made to exchange for a keyboard, woo hoo