The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Why, the plan didn't work?" Toru Amuro, who finally recovered from the embarrassment, rested his elbows on the bar and watched the dejected Karasawa sit back down.

"Of course it was a success. How could I have failed?" After saying this, Tang Ze's tone was still listless, "I just feel a little regretful..."

"Regret?" Pushing a new cup of coffee to Karasawa's hand, Amuro Toru asked, "What are you sorry about? It's a pity that Belmod didn't hear more of the deeper meaning?"

"That's not a regret... The story has to be told bit by bit. She can clearly find that there are conflicts between 'Bourbon' and 'Kumel' and they are restricting each other. That's enough." Karasawa picked up the coffee and said, He shook his head and said, "I just feel that the opportunity is rare and I can only perform for such a short time. It's a bit of a waste. Otherwise, if there is a task next time, we might as well call her..."

Toru Amuro raised a hand to indicate stop.

"Although I can understand some of your intentions and recognize the effectiveness of your plan, you still need to let me get used to it." Toru Amuro said with difficulty.

Karasawa looked at him strangely: "Eh? Mr. Amuro, you have been doing "Bourbon" for so long, do you still have any obstacles to playing a scumbag?"

Toru Amuro gave him a confused look.

There is also a difference between scum and scum.

Bourbon is a scumbag who will do whatever it takes to break the law and discipline in order to gather information, but even Bourbon's inexplicably pleasurable criminal character of mentally abusing minors and playing cat and mouse is a bit too much.

After all, it was a vest that had been carefully designed and molded for many years, but suddenly there were so many unhealthy characters, and Toru Amuro felt mixed.

"You haven't finished digesting the strange things I wrote?" Karasawa understood what Toru Amuro was struggling with, and he immediately laughed, "You will understand my intention in the future. Bermod will stay in Japan for a while this time Time, no one knows whether she will come to test you again, it’s better to adapt as soon as possible, senior.”

Toru Amuro chose to pat the head of his junior who was gloating about his misfortune.

"You wrote something like this with your own hands, and you are still here laughing at your colleagues who have to cooperate with you, Tang Ze, you guy..."

"Mr. Toru..."

"!"

"Well, just to tease you, Belmod is not back."

"...Karasawa!"

"Hiss, let go, foul, ear pulling foul!"

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"That's all the information."

With a "thunk" sound, Conan raised his head and stared blankly at the pile of documents piled high on the coffee table.

"Is there so much..." Conan said with difficulty, "I didn't even know that the doctor had so much printing paper..."

Poking his head out from behind the data, Haiyuan Ai narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It did take a long time to print. No, it's more than that. The doctor and I compiled these things together. I also asked Tang Ze for some knowledge. He Xue’s information…”

Standing on tiptoes, she took out a bound book from the top and showed Conan its cover.

The title, which consisted of several long lines of English words, was printed on the first page. Just one glance made Conan close his eyes in pain.

"Cognitive psience..." Relying on the content he glanced at, Conan read out the word and said with difficulty, "Do we have to start with this part? To be honest, until today, I haven't actually understood the word 'cognitive psience'. 'The research direction and purpose of this discipline."

"You don't need to understand, and you are not planning to become an expert." Haihara Ai turned the book in his hand and gestured to the triangle mark on the cover, "Everything marked with this mark is citing literature. The original text is for you to check if you don’t understand some terms.”

Taking down two more books, she showed another type of marked document: "This kind of document with stars is the part that you can simply read through. It is about Thomas Sindora and his company. Most of the information is public content, and a small part has been supplemented by the doctor, so you can have a brief understanding of his life."

After taking out a few more volumes, she finally found the content she needed, and handed the document with a heart on it to Conan's hand.

"Did you make this mark?" Conan twitched his lips at the rose-red heart in the upper right corner of the cover, "I can't tell. It really doesn't look like your style, Haiyuan..."

"This is a sticker that Ayumi took out after eating chocolate candies. I left it with the doctor. There was a full page, so I just used it." Unmoved, Haibara Ai took the sixty-seventy-page thick thing and wrote it directly. Stuffed into the palm of Conan's hand, "Everything with this kind of mark must be read carefully. This is the news material that Mr. Kudo Yusaku screened for us after we revealed some concerns."

"Aren't those stickers also in diamond shape?" Conan struggled.

"The rhombus is here." Haiyuan Ai raised the thing in his left hand. "This is a professional book related to the field of artificial intelligence. Just in case, you should read it."

"Oh my god, there are so many." Conan's expression dropped for a few seconds, and he resignedly opened the bound volume of news in his hand.

The content on the first page attracted his attention immediately.

"'Computer genius who received a graduate degree from MIT at the age of 10' is such an exaggerated title." After reading out the bold and bold keywords in the title, Conan sighed, "At 10 years old, many children can even write Chinese characters. It’s not good…”

"Will it?" The 16-year-old holder of double doctorates in chemistry and medicine from Harvard tilted his head.

Conan's expression froze and he glanced up at her: "Yes, and this child named Hiroki Sawada went to elementary school in Japan until he was 8 years old. He completed this degree in two years after arriving in the United States. of."

"It seems that computer majors may indeed not require so much experimentation." Haihara Aisha, whose focus was completely wrong, nodded seriously, "It's a good major choice."

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched twice, and he gave up discussing the issue of the class for gifted teenagers, and continued: "The following news mentioned that this genius was appreciated by Thomas Sindora, a great figure in the IT industry, due to his excellent academic level. , was adopted by him after his mother died unfortunately."

"'Unfortunately died'..." Haibara Ai repeated meaningfully, "It's a very familiar method. My parents were 'unfortunately killed' in a laboratory accident, and so were Tang Ze's parents."

"Do you think there are traces of organization in this?" Conan raised his pen and recorded this. "After sorting out these doubts, we can find a way to investigate... I will send it to my father. His police system in the United States should It has some influence."

Haiyuan Ai thought of her cousin who was from the FBI, and his mind became active for a moment, and he secretly glanced at the paper in Conan's hand.

The detectives who are not so lovable at other times have become very useful at this time...

After the detective has sorted it out, he will find a way to make a copy and give it to everyone...

"Oh, Shinichi, you're here." The sleepy Dr. Ali walked up at this time. Seeing the thick pile of information between the two children, he laughed twice, and his sleepiness was driven away a lot. "Since you told me about the connection between organizations and programmers, I have spent time collecting some things. Thanks to Xiao Ai for helping me organize them... By the way, this thing should be given to you."

Seeing the doctor extending his hand to signal, Conan opened his palms in confusion.

A silver egg-shaped medal fell into his hand.

I'm so sleepy that I can't keep my eyes open, and I'm trying hard to knock