The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"They've always been like this, haven't they?" Belmod let out two hearty laughs, exactly like Suzuki Sonoko, "Just treat it as entertainment, don't think too much."

"It's useless to think about it so much anyway, right?" Tang Ze shook his head and put the letter in front of him that he knew would be delivered to him.

The special subject attributes displayed by Kumail's identity meant that the organization would definitely find an opportunity to stuff him into the game cabin. Tangze thought clearly.

Tang Ze has some conjectures about this "cocoon" game cabin with a world view.

If the description of the Miyano sisters is true, then simply put, they accidentally obtained the broken tissue of the Holy Grail. They have been researching this special material for many years. In an experimental accident, the top management of the organization discovered that the tissue originally used to stabilize the spirit was The instrument, under the influence of the special alloy—that is, the brooch that Karasawa got, some of the subjects accidentally saw scenes from another world.

Tang Ze guessed that this unexpected discovery, which can be called a breakthrough result, must have caused quite a shock to the organization.

Even if his parents quickly replaced the core and prevented the experiment from happening again, he didn't think that an organization dedicated to cognitive science would let this anomaly pass.

Following this line of reasoning, in what direction will the organization's development of brain nerve instruments such as brainwaves lean next?

"So which identity should I show up as, Akira Karasawa or Goro Akechi?" With some profound and strange concepts running through his mind, Karasawa turned over the envelope in front of him and didn't see a clear signature, so he asked.

"Of course it's Tang Zezhao." Bermod narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This is a much-anticipated press conference, and it's also related to research. You can use his identity to catch some big fish..."

"Ah, that's what you have in mind..." Tang Ze protracted his tone, opened the envelope, and took a look at the shining egg-shaped badge in the envelope.

The two people said this, and exchanged a calm look before Toru Amuro turned his back and didn't look back.

Cool Guy is the child of Yusaku Kudo, and Yusaku Kudo helped participate in the development of the game. It is certain that he will get the invitation.

This game is not simple. No one knows whether Cool Guy, who is completely different physically and mentally, will be exposed.

If Kumail can join in as Karasawa, someone will be able to take care of him...

Judging from Kumail's expression, it seemed that he knew this very well.

The two accomplices completed the silent exchange, and Toru Amuro, who had his back turned to them, didn't know if he heard Belmode's words and let out a contemptuous laugh.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with what we said?" Belmod, who was thinking about Conan's identity, heard this mocking laugh and his heart shrank subconsciously. He couldn't help but glance at Kumel and saw that his expression was as usual. , then he asked back calmly.

Amuro turned her head, her smile was still that approachable, but her words were completely different: "I just feel ridiculous and shameful for some people, I didn't mean anything against you."

Kumail took a sip of coffee and touched the side of his cheek with his tongue, as if he was using this action to adjust his facial muscles to prevent his true expression from being exposed.

He put down the coffee cup, obviously understanding Bourbon's provocation, and put on an friendly smile on his face: "If you don't like my methods, you can try it yourself, Mr. Toru. The things are right under your nose. , but you have never been able to find it... Are you laughing at my behavior, or at your own incompetence? Are the famous intelligence experts going to fail in the body of a child? "

"I will not be angered by such childish provocation, junior." He placed a glass of juice in front of Belmod unceremoniously. Bourbon's eyes still stayed on Kumel's face, "I have already lost the first round." Why are people so complacent in the first round? I'm just not in a hurry."

"Are you not in a hurry, or is there no point in hurrying?"

"An anxious hunter will return empty-handed..."

The two of them were talking and began to exchange sharp words again. Belmode, who was sitting on the side, looked around and picked up the juice in front of him.

In this case, it doesn’t seem to be a question of whether you can interrupt or not.

The two of them didn't seem to care at all that she was sitting on the sidelines, not even trying to cover up their conflicts.

Gin said that their relationship was bad and bad, but there were some checks and balances for some reason, so they were not beaten to death or injured until today... It actually seemed like the truth.

Gin, is he such a good at observing people's emotions?

Putting this kind of complaint that was suspected of belittling his colleagues behind, Bermod took two sips of cold juice and continued to observe the two people who started arguing again, slowly tasting the deep meaning of their words.

Kumail, because of something, fell into the hands of Bourbon.

Bourbon made full use of this advantage, completed an effective threat, and currently has the upper hand.

However, Kumail seemed to have some ability to counterattack, and he seemed to mean that if he pushed me too far, he would die together.

With this strange check and balance mechanism, has a stable superior-subordinate relationship been maintained...

It was so familiar, so similar that it made people find it ridiculous... She had really found a good friend for herself.

What brings you to this predicament, Kumail?

Belmode, who was having a lot of thoughts in his mind, drank a whole glass of juice. The two guys with bright smiles and weird words finally ended their verbal fight and stopped talking for the time being.

"Are you leaving?" Glancing at the empty cup in Belmode's hand, Bourbon said politely, "Welcome next time, this guest."

Bourbon didn't seem to like the way she looked so relaxed after watching the whole scene. Although her expression and tone were very standard for business, the implication was to get out quickly after drinking.

"Thank you for making a special trip today. Also, would you like to thank you for the invitation?" Karasawa smiled warmly at Belmode who looked like Suzuki Sonoko, "Let me see you off, Suzuki-san?"

Belmod came here disguised as Sonoko, probably to facilitate the delivery of invitations. After all, the quota in the organization's hands might have been obtained in the name of the Suzuki family.

The company that cooperates with Sindola's company is Mantiantian Company, and Mantiantian Company originally had capital injection from the Suzuki Consortium, and this project is the same.

"You're too polite, Karasawa, it's just a quota..." Suzuki Sonoko couldn't refuse, and neither could Belmode. "Just send me to the intersection. The driver is waiting for me there."

"Okay." Karasawa bent down like a gentleman, motioning for the lady to go first, and looked back at Toru Amuro, who was starting to clear away the cups and plates on the table.

Very good. Although he had to spend a while with him asking riddles, the police officer's mood seemed to be quite stable. It seems that I have finally passed the desensitization period of the bloody background setting, and I am a little numb.

Toru Amuro put the cup into the sink and looked at Karasawa.

He was indeed a little numb.

How should I put it, although talking nonsense and telling riddles can be regarded as one of his basic skills for so many years as an undercover agent, the experience of being vigilant with others and acting in a stage play with a naughty child is still different.

The reason why I talk about stage play is because the setting that Karasawa used is really dramatic and outrageous.

Even though he was thinking about it, Toru Amuro couldn't figure it out. If a person like Kumail really existed in the world, why on earth did he insist on hiding the organization and killing the target after he had chopped it into pieces with only his last breath left? The inevitable target hiding?

Apart from increasing unnecessary risks, does this do Kumail any good?

Not to mention, the setting also emphasizes that because Kumail values ​​his current friends, he has to pretend that he doesn’t value his current friends. This is a strange and twisted youth pain literature...

As he thought about it, Amuro Toru took a breath, feeling a phantom pain in his teeth.

What is going on with Belmod, and why is he moved by this logically confusing story? Is it surprising that she is the type who likes to watch bloody ethics dramas? Is this why she chose to be an actress?

After exhaling this breath, he shook his head.

I hope Belmod will appear as little as possible in the future... Just spare him.

This was made up for yesterday, so there are still two chapters left.