The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Panting and standing upright, Tang Ze wiped the blood from his cheek and hissed.

The screaming weird giant spiders scattered swords all over the ground, and the disheveled Maru Denjiro fell to the ground and begged for mercy.

"Get out of the way, you scumbag with no sense of style." Tang Ze used his toes to push away the guy lying on the ground like mud, and walked towards the room behind him.

"No, don't take it away!" Maru Denjiro's shadow grabbed Karasawa's ankle, crying and pleading, "Don't take it away, you can take anything you want, treasure, money, don't take it away -"

Karasawa knelt down, smiled and patted Marudenjiro's cheek with a short knife covered in black mud: "This is the expression, this is the pain. Do you feel the sins you have inflicted on others? Keep crying, louder. "

After saying that, he kicked Maru Denjiro's hand away and walked into the main room amidst his cries.

There was a cupboard made of fine wood in the room. Tang Ze had a subtle expression at the familiar cupboard.

Let him guess, this is the cabinet that Maru Denjiro used to carve death messages in the comics...

It can be regarded as a two-way rush, Le.

Karasawa reached out from the top of the cupboard and took down something that emitted a precious light.

This is a folding fan with a gold paper surface. The fan handle is made of fine mother-of-pearl craftsmanship. On the fan is a golden "Wan" character.

Turning to the back, there is a painting of a warrior slashing at evil spirits with a sword.

"It's really interesting." Tang Ze looked at the painting carefully, feeling a sense of sadness that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

The collector who used his sword to kill evil spirits as a treasure turned into an evil ghost. If Karasawa hadn't intervened, he would have been killed by the samurai.

Putting away the folding fan, Karasawa placed this exquisite fan against Marudenjiro's eyebrows.

"Remember the pain of having such a treasure robbed," Tang Ze looked at his face that was stained with tears and curled his lips, "Repent for what you have done, Mr. Maru."

The old-looking Maru Denjiro stared blankly at the folding fan in his hand, sighed, sat up on his knees, and lowered his head.

The shadow turned into a ray of light and drifted away. Tang Ze inserted his fan into his back, kicked off the ground and sprinted away, avoiding the doors and windows that fell down behind him.

The owner of the palace has lost his twisted desires, and the palace will collapse.

"I'm still a little injured. I don't know if some healing skills will help." Tangze said to himself while racing against the collapsed house behind him, summing up his experience, "Having only one mask is still not very safe. After all, I am I am fighting alone, and I don’t know if I will have teammates in the future..."

You still have to work hard. Karasawa escaped from Maru's house in a thrilling way, telling himself in his heart that at least he needs a means of transportation to understand the world, right?

You are very handsome when you hit people, but you look really embarrassed when you run away!

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After a heart-stealing adventure quickly ended, it was not lunch time yet when Karasawa returned to Polo Cafe.

After Tangze's experiments, it was found that healing skills can indeed restore the physical state, but they can only be used in the cognitive world. If you don't give yourself enough blood before leaving, you can only come out with your injuries.

Even if you enter the cognitive world again for treatment, the wound cannot be eliminated directly.

Fortunately, his injuries this time were mainly on his body. The only exposed part was a small cut on his face, which would not arouse any doubts from others.

Karasawa buttoned up his inner shirt to prevent the bruises on his chest from being discovered, then opened the door and returned to the cafe.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Toru Amuro washing the dishes with a sullen face. Although he didn't have an obvious expression, the squeaking movements of the dishes he wiped were murderous.

"Mr. Amuro?" Karasawa reminded in a low voice, "This plate has been wiped clean."

Toru Amuro came back to his senses, looked at the polished plate in his hand, and hung it on the shelf with a "tsk" sound.

"Are you in a bad mood? What happened?" Tang Ze sat down at the bar.

In the comics, his current appearance would probably have a bunch of effect lines behind it, and he would be full of black energy.

Toru Amuro answered his question with a question: "Where did you go this morning?"

Tang Ze laughed twice: "Ah haha, I just went out for a walk, why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Ah, what happened? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Have you not encountered any trouble in the past two days?" Amuro Toru's eyes were extremely penetrating, scanning Tangze up and down like an X-ray, "Have you met any strange people on the road?"

Trouble, does Suwa Yuuji, who is about to kill someone, count? Did you secretly copy a bunch of small cards and hire a bad boy to distribute them?

For a moment, he didn't know whether Toru Amuro had discovered some flaw or had something else to say, so Tangze didn't dare to reply immediately.

As a result, Toru Amuro suddenly opened his eyes, took a step closer and pinched the side of Karasawa's face.

"It hurts..." The scratch that had not yet healed was pulled by Toru Amuro. It hurt like a needle prick, and Tangze quickly avoided his hand.

Something happened to the minor under his care, and Amuro couldn't breathe. "Where did the wound come from? Did you find that you were being followed?"

Karasawa blinked and speculated on the reason for Amuro Toru's anger. His words were ambiguous: "It's just an ordinary scratch... nothing happened..."

Toru Amuro didn't buy it, and stretched out his hand to tug at the collar of his tightly buttoned shirt: "You still have to admit honestly that your shirt was not buttoned up so high when you went out in the morning."

There are a lot of bruises on Karasawa's body from being hit by the big spider. Hitting someone with a samurai sword is very painful. One hit will cause him to lose 25 blood. This is reflected on his body as a long purple mark on his chest, extending to his collarbone. The scars will appear quickly. Lost.

When Toru Amuro pulled it, the bruise was exposed.

"Were you attacked?" Toru Amuro crossed his arms with an unhappy expression of "make it up, keep making it up."

"It doesn't count..." Karasawa adjusted his collar and reacted, "Going out in the morning? Didn't Mr. Amuro not go to work when I went out in the morning? How did he know that my shirt was unbuttoned?"

"I arrived just after you went out, and then I saw someone following you sneakily. He didn't look like a good person. I wanted to follow him to see what he was going to do." Toru Amuro reversed the order of events without hesitation, and put His tracking was packaged as an action taken because he was worried about being underage. "As a result, I found out that you were consciously getting rid of him."

Tang Ze blinked twice.

Um? Someone is following me? Still got rid of me?

Could it be that Toru Amuro followed me, and then someone else followed me too, and I flashed into the cognitive world with a fake move, and the two stalkers collided?

Tangze, who guessed 80% of the truth, breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't it about the Phantom Thieves of the Heart? It’s okay if it’s not.

Karasawa followed Toru Amuro's thoughts and began to explain: "It is true that someone has been following me for two or three days, maybe since the day I arrived in Tokyo. I don't know where they are from."

With a heavy expression on his face, Tang Ze decisively threw the pot outside.

It is reasonable for Tang Zezhao now, whether he is being retaliated by the high-level officials who falsely accused him, or is being defended by the organization, or there are other forces who want to take action.

I don’t know who the stalker is, I’m sorry, I’m the one responsible for injuring the minor, I’ll leave it to you!