The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Hey, Xiaolan, it's me... Oh, I know it's sudden, but I can't help it..."

Sitting across from him, Tangze was bored with a piece of sugar cube in his spoon, rising and falling in his coffee to watch it get smaller in circles, and listening to Conan secretly making phone calls with a voice changer.

"Yes, there is no clue about the case yet, and the investigation will take a long time." Conan said, thinking of the two mysterious men in black, he sighed sincerely, "I'm not sure how long it will take."

I don't know what Mao Lilan asked on the phone. Conan was struggling to organize his words. Suddenly he raised his eyes and looked at Tang Ze who was playing with candy. He had an idea and said seriously into the receiver of the phone: "It's a very difficult question. The case... This is an urgent secret commission, and the relationship is very complicated. I can only conduct an independent investigation... Yes, it is very troublesome, because it may involve malfeasance in the police department and other issues, and I must keep it strictly confidential."

Tang Ze listened and realized something was wrong. He put down his spoon and glared at the naughty kid sitting opposite.

"...It's very difficult. The whole case is now a mystery. I can't go back to Tokyo, otherwise I might alert the snake..." Conan looked away awkwardly, not daring to look at Karasawa, and coughed twice, "Ahem, anyway. I can’t come back for the time being, don’t worry, I’m fine now…”

"I can't make up a reason, so I'm going to copy a commission and use it to fool my classmates, right?" When Conan put down his phone, Karasawa rolled his eyes angrily.

Isn't it Conan's description of Karasawa's case? Along with a few classic lines such as "Everyone who understands understands, and those who don't understand don't understand even after being told". The reason sounds quite legitimate. After all, it involves rogue police officers and malfeasance in their duties. Even more issues of power and money transactions are indeed an errand that needs to be carried out secretly. It can be regarded as Kudo Shinichi running to be an agent.

"Ah hahaha, anyway, you also said that you have to wait until I have channels to investigate your case. Isn't there any difference? Different paths lead to the same goal!" Conan smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, trying to make up for it in front of the person involved. It was indeed a bit Excuse me.

Tangze looked at him strangely and thought, he is quite talented as a prophet. If he investigates the details of the case, he will really reach the same goal through different paths. Gin may have been mixed in to solve the case. Model workers? It’s normal to have them everywhere.

"Why are you ordering coffee again?" Conan quickly changed the subject and pointed to the cup in front of Tang Ze, "You live in a cafe, why do you come out all the way to drink?"

It was almost lunch time after they finished buying books. Tangze, who was too lazy to rush back, took Conan to a nearby store for lunch.

Karasawa sighed deeply and pointed at Conan himself, who was suffering from the same problem: "Do you still have a chance to drink coffee now? Will Mori-san let you drink it?"

"I..." Conan was speechless for a moment and retracted his finger.

"I'm about the same." Tang Ze picked up the cup and took a sip. "Although I'm not a child anymore, I don't know if it's because of my appearance or something else. Everyone in the store doesn't treat me as an adult. It's terrible. , Mr. Amuro even refused to make cocoa yesterday and only gave me hot milk..."

Conan observed Karasawa's slightly rounded outline and nodded in agreement.

Karasawa's mixed-race appearance does not show deep facial features and bones, but is reflected in the swollen apple muscles. If he did not know in advance that this person was his new classmate, Conan would have thought that he was from the middle school.

Junior high school students are only two or three years older than elementary school students.

"But it's quite strange. Why do you live in a cafe?" Conan thought of the Polo Cafe and touched the book on the side of the table. "Although your parents are abroad, even if you have a supervisor, To take care of you in school, you should also find an official host family, right?"

The essential question. Because the organization needs Bourbon to monitor him, but perhaps more importantly, the plot is force majeure.

Tang Ze thought so in his heart and said: "I also feel very strange, it seems because the cafe owner is a friend of my parents. But I can't verify it. I haven't contacted my parents in two or three years."

Conan frowned: "Two or three years? This is too long."

His parents live in the United States and rarely come to Japan a few times a year, but he still calls them every week to chat and ask about their current situation. At most, instant messaging is a bit inconvenient due to the time difference.

Tang Ze stirred the half-drunk coffee with a spoon and said while recalling: "They seem to be involved in a confidential project. The contact has been intermittent since a few years ago. The phone is often unreachable and I don't know the details. More than two years ago One day, I received a call from my mother. She said that she and my father were going to participate in a special scientific expedition project and it would be difficult to contact them in the future. She asked me to take care of myself. That was the last call I had with them."

Tang Ze slowly became trance-like, some fragmentary pictures came to light, and subtle sounds flowed through his ears like pillow whispers.

"Akira - this name means brilliance and brightness..." "...Baby, you will laugh, do it again..." "Mom and dad are leaving..." "...See you next time, Azhao He’s just a big kid…”

The messy fragments floated up and down, and the soft and warm memories made Tangze feel depressed. He took out his cell phone, reopened his mailbox, and pulled out the stern and cold-worded email. This is definitely not the way the original parents talk to their children. This couple, probably...

He closed his eyes gently.

"Are you okay?" Tang Ze was obviously distracted and disappointed. Conan could clearly see that he was not the type with high emotional intelligence, and he didn't know where to comfort people at the moment.

Before Tang Ze could speak, their conversation was interrupted by a dispute at the opposite table.

"Are you bored?" The unshaven young man pushed the paper away from the table with disdain, "I don't want to spend my whole life drawing these flyers. If I continue to spend time in your company, my inspiration will be destroyed. "

Opposite him, a middle-aged man with white hair held down the design drawing that flew out, suppressing his anger and said: "Aihara! Performance will not come up in a day. If there are not these small orders, how will Party A pay attention to it?" Come to us? Don’t you already have a bigger order?”

"Ha, I think you know very well whether they are here for your company or for me, right?" The young man's attitude did not soften at all, "Without me, can you complete this order? They have contacted me directly. Well, just consider this list as my severance compensation."

"You...!" The middle-aged man ignored the paper in front of him and slapped the table angrily. The pencil in his hand flew out and fell on Tang Ze's table.

Karasawa, Conan, and two or three other customers in the store were attracted by the movement here, and they all looked at the two of them.

Realizing that he had disturbed other guests, the middle-aged man suppressed his anger, apologized to the others, said "I'm going to the bathroom" and left his seat, apparently preparing to calm down.

"What a strange person, why do you come to the store to talk about work..." Conan looked at the design drawings on their table in confusion. Are you really not worried about leaking the contents of the project?

Tang Ze glanced at the young man with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at his cell phone impatiently, and then at the long, steep slope outside the shop.

Because he was going to kill disobedient employees with dump trucks... Tangze looked at Conan meaningfully.

When the god of death comes, the people of Mihua, with their simple folk customs, will have a judge...