The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Conan pressed pause, Thomas Sindora's proud face froze on the screen, and his passionate and impassioned speech also ended.

"'Virtual reality, rebirth', this is one of the slogans of 'Cocoon'. After discovering that they may be related to the organization's research, I made some associations."

Unexpectedly, the person sitting opposite him looked calm on the surface, like a judge who was listening to the answers and preparing to score. In fact, his pupils were trembling with lightning and thunder in his heart. Conan confidently began to tell his thoughts.

"Haiyuan told me that the end point of cognitive research is the power of 'all your wishes come true'. Joker, are you one of the victims of the organization's experiments? Although I can't understand the principle now - maybe I will never I don’t understand, so I’d better leave this kind of matter to Haiyuan - but you should have the ability to change cognition and even materialize the power of cognition.” Conan, who didn’t know what he was talking about, said astonishingly. Trying to describe the situation he imagined, "It's like this, a virtual reality holographic game... It's a bit like 'modelling' and 'generating' in reality, right? Hmm, 3D printing? It's incredible, but Looking at the situation between myself and Huiyuan, I don’t seem qualified to say that this is too unrealistic..."

Karasawa's gaze shifted from Thomas Sindora's old face to Conan.

What's incredible? Your thinking ability is really incredible!

But don’t say it yet, don’t say it yet, his association makes some sense!

If the "cocoon" of this world is welded on the research line of organization, then the most likely related field is indeed the field of cognitive psychology.

Conan's metaphor is so apt, as if they couldn't figure out how to enter the cognitive world, so a group of Muggles found a stupid way to simulate a similar situation...

Entering the cognitive world, especially entering someone else's palace, isn't it like entering a virtual holographic game?

This is especially true from Karasawa's perspective. He also has a game interface, a health bar, and a four-dimensional pocket!

Wonderful, really wonderful!

Very good, your idea is very good, it will be mine in the next second!

After finishing his thoughts, Conan, who still didn't get a reply from joker, raised his head and looked at the other person in confusion, and then received joker's bright eyes and pleased smile on his face.

"So, did I get the answer right?" Conan looked at his expression and asked uncertainly.

Tang Ze chuckled softly and pulled out a butterfly knife from the item list.

The butterfly knife is Kumail's usual weapon... This was set by Karasawa without permission. Hoshikawa Teru's physical skills are very average, and there is basically no weapon that he is good at, so this is also the most common weapon in his item list. sharp objects.

He flipped his wrist, and the tip of the knife flew out as the scabbard unfolded.

With Conan's puzzled look on his face, he raised his right hand and stabbed his left wrist.

"! Don't...!" Shocked by his sudden movement, Conan reflexively tried to stop him from harming himself, and almost threw himself on the coffee table.

It's a pity that no matter how fast his reaction speed is, he can't keep up with Tang Ze's speed of stabbing himself without hesitation. Tang Ze's stabbing was very real, and he drew the knife very quickly. The splattering blood was taken away by the tip of the knife almost instantly. When it came out, a few drops even splashed on the face of Conan who rushed forward.

Shaking the stained tip of the knife, Karasawa put the bloody knife back into the toolbar nonchalantly, and then extended his wrist with a deep bloody hole to Conan.

Under Conan's shocked gaze, this genuine wound quickly closed and healed in a matter of seconds.

Soon, the injury on his hand fully recovered, with not even a trace of a hole left.

The blood from the wound has not yet solidified and is still dripping downward, but the wound itself has disappeared without a trace.

"Are you scared?" Tangze pursed his lips and smiled. He reached out and wiped away the two drops of blood that flew to Conan's face. "But this is the real me. It's an interesting description, little detective. Have you ever played with it?" A game? How about it, do you look like those game characters who, no matter how seriously injured they are, will recover in just a few breaths?"

After hearing what he said, Conan came back to his senses as if awakening from a dream, leaned over and grabbed his wrist, and wiped away the blood around his wound.

That wound really healed.

What he touched was still warm flowing blood, but the fresh scars had disappeared without a trace.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it? Sometimes, I wonder if I really exist, or am I just a manufactured product or even the shadow of a delusion..." Tang Ze said softly in a vague and indifferent tone. .

"...Is this the result of an experiment? Or..." Conan looked at the intact skin on the joker's wrist in front of him, his thoughts in confusion.

It's like a scene from some fantasy novel...

What exactly did the organization create, and what did it do to the experimenters?

Some strange ideas for various human experiments that were spawned during special times flooded his brain in an instant.

"You can think of it as a type of cognitive ability." Qing Mimi put away the Orpheus that had restored her blood. Tang Ze blinked and explained with a normal expression, "'Influencing reality with cognition. 'Yes, this power is real."

Standing upright while holding on to the coffee table, Conan picked up the schoolbag that had slipped down with his movements. He looked at Joker at a loss as he never showed much emotion. He didn't know whether to express his shock first. I should apologize first.

He seemed to have exposed the scars that the other party didn't want to show casually...

"Why is this expression?" Amused by Conan's little eyes, Tang Ze laughed twice, picked up his soda again, and poured it into his mouth leisurely, "It really doesn't look like a real human being, does it?"

"Um, I..." Touching the back of his head, Conan couldn't help but say, "Sorry, I seem to have said something I shouldn't have said..."

"Is there anything to apologize for?" Tang Ze shrugged and said indifferently, "This means that you have done well so far, Detective-kun."

Picking up the coffee can that Conan had thrown away, and stuffing it back into his hand, Tangze patted his thin shoulder soothingly.

"Continue on your own path. The world, at least the current world, may be completely different from what you imagined. Keep questioning, stay alert, doubt everything, and trust your own judgment." Pointing to Conan's bag with books, Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled, "How do you say that? When you have eliminated the impossible... (eliminate all impossible things)"

"...whatever remains however improbable must be the truth. (Whatever remains however improbable must be the truth.)" Holding the increasingly heavy schoolbag in his arms tightly, Conan finished the second half of the sentence almost instinctively.

Thinking of Tang Ze and Haiyuan's father and mother who lost their lives at the hands of the organization, thinking of my current identity and current situation, thinking of all the things Joker did that were different from ordinary people...

Can he really do it? Investigate the culprit of all this and put everything out of order back on track...

Amid Joker's delighted smile, he held his schoolbag with his fingers harder and harder.

No, joker is right, if he wants to continue, he must do it...

For everyone and for himself.

The last chapter was completed yesterday, so there is still another chapter [Spitting out Souls]