The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"The list of tequila trade..." Toru Amuro asked casually, "What do you want that for?"

Toru Amuro certainly had this list that fell into the hands of the police.

But for Bourbon, how to explain its origin requires some skills.

Fortunately... He glanced at Belmod in the driver's seat.

This colleague has always paid little attention to these "little private actions".

"Isn't this the mission you gave me, senior?" Karasawa, who was fully powerful, fully demonstrated his strength and replied softly on the phone, "Isn't it possible that you just threw me at Izu? Are you planning to provide me with any mission information? Senior, forgetfulness may be a precursor to many diseases, please do not take it lightly."

Toru Amuro couldn't help but tighten her grip on the phone for a moment.

Was Tangze's mouth really taught by him? Did he speak in such a strange way?

What kind of mission is there? Isn't it just to throw him out for a few rounds?

What kind of monster is this kid doing again...

Toru Amuro took a breath, and the twitching at the corners of her eyes was unpretentious: "This list is not within the scope of the mission. Moreover, it was originally only a 'leaked incomplete version', which was my own 'unexpected income'..."

"I understand, I understand. Implementing the concepts you teach is not free, you have to pay extra." A smiling reply came from the receiver.

Toru Amuro took another deep breath.

"I'll send it to you later." He said "tsk" and hung up the phone with an irritated look on his face. The force with which he pressed down was at least 40% genuine.

Although I can realize that there are other people in the organization around me the moment the connection is connected, this kind of understanding is very good...

But "Kumail" uses a lot of honorifics and doesn't have the energy to say a good word, so he really deserves a beating!

Belmode, who was driving the car, let out two chuckles.

Toru Amuro glanced at her and smiled: "Are you interested in 'Kumail'?"

"Sounds like he's a very interesting kid." Belmod turned the steering wheel and turned into the next intersection, "I have to thank him somewhat."

"Because he killed 'Karasawa Akira'?" Turning his head and looking at Bermod's chiseled profile, Amuro probed calmly, "I didn't realize that you and the Karasawa family have such a big conflict."

"Haha..." Without answering his question, Belmode fiddled with her blond hair, and the faint scent of roses escaped from her hair and spread throughout the cab. "I heard that his disguise skills are exactly the same as mine... …I really want to see it.”

A very neutral expression that cannot differentiate between good intentions and bad intentions.

Although there was a smile on Belmode's lips, it was impossible to simply conclude that this thoughtful woman would not harm Tangze.

Not getting the answer he needed, Toru Amuro stopped testing and looked towards the restaurant ahead.

Belmode stepped on the brakes and the sports car slid into the driveway in front of the restaurant.

The waiter came forward eagerly and opened the car doors on both sides for them.

Belmod casually threw the car keys into the doorman's arms, took Toru Amuro, who was dressed in formal attire, and walked towards the lavish banquet hall in the lobby.

"It's a nice night." Belmode, whose face looked completely unfamiliar, whispered, "Don't worry about the spoilers for now, I've always liked the French food here."

Toru Amuro paused while sending the email, but sent the email containing the attachment to Kumail's mailbox first, then put away the phone and made a guiding gesture with a smile: "I'll listen to you, madam."

Turning her purple-gray eyes, Toru Amuro glanced at her hand on her arm.

Is she speculating on her true relationship with Kumail? A tough guy to deal with.

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"Why are you always looking at your phone? Is there anything you need to deal with?" Seeing Tang Ze's eyes always on the phone, Mao Lilan asked curiously, "If something happens, you don't have to eat with us... I'll let you do it for me. We’re already out of money paying for the house.”

"Nothing, just some study materials. I'll just go back and read them slowly." Turning off the phone screen and no longer looking at the densely packed names, Tang Ze turned his attention back to the dining table in front of him, "It's better to eat seafood at the beach. ,how is the taste?"

"It's really good!" Mao Lilan nodded vigorously.

"Oh, it's really enjoyable to eat so freely." Moori Kogoro put down the lobster shell in his hand, picked up the beer at hand and took a sip, his face flushed by the setting sun, "Thank you so much!"

"There are a few more sashimi, they all seem to be tuna just caught today." Karasawa picked up the crab meat and showed off a large chopstick without any burden, "The shrimp meat is also very fresh, you're welcome, please eat more. Everyone."

The way Tang Ze greeted them at this moment was indescribably content and simple.

Just thinking about the seafood feast on the table, all swiped with the organization's cards, he wanted to stand up and announce loudly that he would pay for the entire meal today.

Didn’t you see that on the small table not far away, Miyano Akemi and Hoshikawa Teru, who were well aware of the source of the funds, were eating so much that their heads were almost buried in the plates?

In the joyful harvest scene, only Conan was not enjoying his meal very much.

Ever since he saw the overlap between these participants and Tequila's list, his CPU was running wildly and never stopped.

What does the organization do to collect a directory of programmers? Build purpose-built software? Developing a specific program?

Is this level of demand worth it for them to send a codename member to trade with game company employees?

If it's not just such a simple need, then what is it about these people that attracts the attention of the organization? Do they have anything in common?

"Hey..." Tang Ze reached out and tapped his overloaded head, "What are you thinking about? Have a good meal."

"Ah!" Conan came back to his senses. Tang Ze had already stuffed a piece of lobster meat into his mouth. He chewed it subconsciously for a few times before he came back to his senses. "...You are quite leisurely and relaxed."

Did Tang Ze really follow him to investigate?

Why does it seem like he really enjoyed his vacation?

"Relax a little. You don't have to keep a serious face when investigating, right?" Tang Ze wiped the corners of his mouth stained with sauce and tapped the table on the left with his chopsticks. "The guests at that table are from a family. Programmers of Internet companies that are about to go public are suspected of falsifying their company's financial reports. If they can't come up with new hot spots that can attract investors, the listing may fail."

Conan followed the tip of his chopsticks and saw three anxious-looking men sitting at the table. Their eyes were constantly scanning the participants, talking about something.

"And that table," Tangze clicked on the small table on the side again. A man and a woman were sitting face to face and whispering. There was nothing unusual about them, but he said, "That couple was suspected by the police of being involved in the crime." Online financial fraud. They urgently need some means to destroy the records in all related computers, otherwise they will go to jail."

"They're all here because of the 'Night Baron' virus..." Conan looked around at the packed open-air restaurant and glanced at Tang Ze in surprise, "You came here a day early, how did you find out so many things? of?"

Tang Ze raised the ice soda in his hand and winked at him: "VIP guest, wherever you go, everyone is more willing to chat with you."

"Oh, so this is the reason why you booked the presidential suite." I don't know what he was thinking about, but Conan suddenly realized, "I have really collected a lot of information, and I have a lot of skills."

Is this it... Karasawa narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Overthinking, he just thinks that whatever is more expensive will be more expensive, so that he can get more money so that he can be reimbursed.

About chapter names

World famous painting "Gin at Work"

"Who is this?"

“It’s French Bourbon and Belmode.”

"Who is this again?"

"This is Kumail eating seafood."

"So where's Gin?"

"Gin is at work."