The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Here you go, do you want to ask me something?"

Karasawa took out the key and opened the door of Polo Cafe, and asked without any surprise.

"...Hmm." Conan put his hands in his pockets and responded dully.

"Wouldn't Mr. Maoli and the others have any objections to running down so late?" Tang Ze opened the door and made a gesture to invite him in.

"Uncle Maoli and Xiaolan rushed to the police station." Conan shook his head, "They left not long after they brought me back. They probably wanted their cooperation to search for some movement in Section 4."

"Then you should go to bed early. It's almost 11 o'clock...although I don't know if you should be considered a child."

Tang Ze expertly led him around the tables and chairs in the dark, felt for the stairs at the attic, and turned on the light.

Conan walked into this low mezzanine loft, looked left and right, and was surprised by its changes.

The small attic, which has only existed as a temporary rest room, is undoubtedly relatively simple, with only a bed, a chair and a table, highlighting the respect for the P5 setting.

As for Tangze himself, he didn't really regard this as his own territory for a long time and didn't add anything to it.

It wasn't until he and Tohru Amuro reached a certain tacit understanding that the residences of his three identities were clearly separated, that Karasawa felt a little like his own home, and he slowly made arrangements and renovations to give the place a sense of life.

"...Is this newly bought just for me?" Conan patted the small bean bag sofa and sat on it. He was moved by this down-to-earth experience - after becoming smaller, there were no stools wherever he sat. You have to climb up, always with your feet dangling in the air. "The height is just right."

Tang Ze glanced at him strangely, sat down on the taller one, and said politely: "Well... this sofa is a set."

After reacting for a few seconds, Conan's face suddenly darkened.

What, is this a leg rest? !

"Since you like it, I'll leave it to you from now on. I won't use it much anyway." Tang Ze suppressed a smile, "Okay, what do you want to ask me?"

Conan patted the soft bean bag sofa, hesitated for a while, and then said, "About that medicine..."

"Medicine? I thought you would ask about classmate Maori first." Tangze raised his eyebrows.

Conan laughed twice and grinned awkwardly: "...I'm a bit overreacting, right?"

After leaving the villa rented by Uchida Asami and the others, his superiors had calmed down a lot.

If you think about it seriously, his hostility is quite unreasonable.

Tang Ze has been with them for a while, and it is not difficult to see that what Tang Ze said before is true.

Although he is a bit thoughtful and likes to tease people a bit, he is indeed a very reliable friend.

Since he said frankly that he had no such thoughts about Xiaolan, his repeated suspicions made it seem like Conan didn't trust what he said.

"Hmm~" Karasawa crossed his legs, put his elbows on his knees to support his cheeks, and waved carelessly, "I understand that you are just anxious and can't control your stress. In fact, what I said to classmate Maori , I should give it to you first...don’t be so worried about gains and losses, kid.”

Although Conan's character has never collapsed, he rarely radiates this emotion to his friends who are already familiar with him. Tang Ze has been in his social circle for several months and should have been treated by him long ago. Eliminated from the ranks of love rivals, there is no reason for a few simple jokes to cause him so much uneasiness.

The root cause? Tang Ze has thought about it quite clearly in the past few hours.

In fact, Conan is too anxious. There is little hope for him to change back to his original state. If he cannot change back, he will not be able to tell Mao Lilan the truth. After so many months, his mentality became somewhat pessimistic and unbalanced.

Regarding this... Tang Ze is really not to blame.

Conan also has a reason to say, what kind of strength was the original Conan, what kind of strength are you giving now, who are your people, you ask me to resist!

At this moment, the main plot has only advanced to the death of Miyano Akemi, and Shirley has not yet defected from the organization. However, due to Karasawa's variable, there are now two bottles of fake wine living downstairs in his house, and the tequila has turned into a tequila. Ran-chan, the big fried pussy has also made its debut through the Shinkansen explosion.

Not to mention that in the original work, he actually didn’t realize Miyano Akemi’s identity until Haibara Ai appeared; Karasawa’s commission had already been related to the organization, and the dark clouds in the police system generally shrouded his head. ;Today’s case reveals that organizations may also have a strong influence in the medical field...

Organizations seem to be everywhere, but so far, he seems to have done nothing. He is weak and powerless.

The output has always been Joker's, and he has suffered from exhaust fumes all the way until today.

It is said that ignorance is bliss. The fundamental reason for his reckless performance in the early stage of the original work is his lack of understanding of the true size of the organization.

Tang Ze wanted to cure his headache, so he simply started training with weights.

Now it seems that the intensity was too harsh and it was a bit overkill. Although Lao Baigan allowed Conan to change back briefly, the greater impression left on him was the pain and the desire to escape in front of Mao Lilan rather than solving the problem. Embarrassed.

In other words, Conan was so beaten that he became autistic and began to doubt whether he could recover.

Due to the well-known scientific concept of time, it is still a question whether the victims who have become smaller after taking Drug A can grow up normally.

If he can't change back, he can't let Xiaolan wait for him to grow up again, right?

Conan, who has begun to doubt himself subconsciously, is like a cat guarding his food, baring his teeth around Maorilan, trying to drive away all possible threats. It is not impossible for Tang Ze to understand.

"Are you scared, Kudo?" Karasawa rarely called him by his real name - after all, he was not Hattori Heiji, and he had been interpreting a hundred homophonic sounds of Kudo all day long - and said solemnly, " Are you worried that 'Kudou Shinichi' will never come back and you will never be able to stand in front of her with your true identity?"

Conan lowered his head and looked at his open palms. The hands of a child were round and tender.

His own hands were designed to be as big as Mao Lilan's, and if they were stacked together, they could completely cover her soft palms.

But now, he spread his fingers with all his strength and could only touch her second knuckle...

After becoming "Edogawa Conan", he can often hold Mao Lilan's hand. The intimate contact that he had dreamed of before, holding hands, hugging, and sleeping head to head, can be easily achieved as a child...

He was secretly happy about this at first, but soon it turned into a greater panic and confusion.

"Can I really do it?" He tightened his fingers and couldn't hide his confusion in his tone. "At that time, I insisted on staying and not leaving my parents. I felt that there was a reason why I couldn't leave. I thought..."

I want to stay by her side, protect her, watch over her...

"Why can't it be done?" Tang Ze stretched out his other hand and covered Conan's raised hair. "Having lived in this country for more than ten years, have you ever noticed the existence of this organization in the past? Do you believe that such an organization exists? With this force, you weave a huge web, quietly hiding in the shadow of the world, using every tremor of the spider thread to sense or even control the world? In just a few months, you have grabbed their tail, can you? Distinguishing their code words...isn't that something to be proud of?"

"But..." Conan didn't raise his head, and buried his head deeper under the cover of Tangze's palm. "The more I find them, the more doubtful I become. With just a little momentum, can I really compete with them? No matter what. Is it your case, or... I’ve found nothing so far.”

He is really autistic... Tangze blinked and changed his mind.

"You are a detective, right? Then let me ask you, why doesn't there be a perfect crime in the world?"

Come back Chi Li, I'm afraid I won't be able to add more today.

But there is another rich guy who beats me. QAQ needs to add 2 more chapters.