The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"I have my own commissions to be busy with..." Mouri Kogoro, who was wearing an apron, wiped the sweat from his face and said helplessly, "Why are I still busy with these things here?"

There are still two days before the case. Even if the ferry ticket is booked today, it will take tomorrow to arrive at Yueying Island.

Although he used the commission as an excuse, Karasawa was not easily fooled. If he said he wanted to watch him learn cooking, he would carry it out to the end.

"No matter how many commissions you make, you still have to eat when you go home." Tang Ze stood aside with his arms folded and said mercilessly, "You can't let Mr. Lan cook for you for the rest of your life, right? Let someone who is still in elementary school If your daughter touches the stove, think carefully about whether it is too much."

"I understand, stop scolding, stop scolding." Upon hearing this, Mouri Kogoro's shoulders slumped, he obediently picked up the pot and put the vegetables on the plate.

Seeing him being hit again, Tang Ze nodded with satisfaction.

That's it, if something makes him feel tingly, you can say it over and over again. What you want is this feeling of boredom.

Negative emotions will continue to deepen and deepen. Deepening it into a PTSD-like fear is far simpler and more effective than coming up with an idea to make people fear it.

Just like these things, didn't Tang Ze know about them before he mentioned them again and again? He doesn't know that smoking and drinking are bad habits, and he shouldn't bet on horses and small steel balls. Is it too much to treat his daughter like this?

He knew it, but to avoid negative emotions, he just ignored these facts and chased short-term happiness and addiction.

What Tang Ze has to do is to tell him repeatedly that you are wrong, you are really wrong, and you are so wrong. Because you have done these wrong things, you will be repeatedly condemned now.

"Let me try it." Tang Ze picked up a pair of clean chopsticks, put a little egg into his mouth and tasted it, "The salt is not particularly uniform, and the egg is a bit old... Well, it's enough for beginners. Okay. ,Let's eat."

Mao Lilan and Conan, who had been watching eagerly for a long time, hurriedly walked into the kitchen and took out the plate of tomato scrambled eggs.

"Is it necessary? You..." Mouri Kogoro wiped the sweat from his face and looked at them with strange expressions. He reluctantly took off his apron, shook his stiff arms, and followed them towards the restaurant.

For a detective who is good at physical skills, it is only a short period of time and will not cause too much pressure.

But he was too unfamiliar with this, and his grip on the handle of the spatula was too stiff. This tightness made his muscles feel very tired.

"Dad cooked it. This is the first time..." Staring at the dishes on the table, Mao Lilan was very curious. After thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone and started taking pictures of the dish on the table that didn't seem to be cooked very well. vegetable.

Conan's reaction was more direct. He directly picked up the chopsticks and carefully stuffed a little into his mouth. His eyes lit up slightly: "It tastes better than I thought... So, Sister Xiaolan's cooking talent is actually Uncle Maori inherited it? Sure enough, Aunt Fei Yingli shouldn't be allowed to cook."

"You're talking as if you've eaten Eri's food." Mouri Kogoro knocked his head angrily, "Although she cooks, it's not that good..."

"Didn't you tell Brother Tangze about this?" Conan waved his hand perfunctorily.

Aunt Fei Yingli's cooking skills were not only mediocre, but also... to the extent that she would be misunderstood as the murder weapon if she appeared at the scene of a murder.

"Well, before you leave for your appointment, you make this dish every day. If you have any questions, you can ask Mr. Lan directly." Tang Ze took out the corn and shrimps he made, put them on the table, and sat down spontaneously, "This time I will I won’t follow.”

This time around Moon Shadow Island, Karasawa is ready to go with the Phantom Thieves, so there is no need to follow him as Karasawa Akira.

"That's right..." Mouri Kogoro nodded.

"Don't think that just because I'm not around, you can do bad things from us?" Tang Ze looked at him and tried to express his regret, but couldn't restrain his joy at all. He said meaningfully, "I will Reported by Concubine Yingli."

Mouri Kogoro, who just breathed a sigh of relief, picked it up again: "..."

Hey, facing this kid, we really can’t take it lightly for a moment...

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"Although I know that if you follow the detective, you will easily encounter various cases..." Miyano Akemi crossed her arms and looked at Karasawa packing things, and said hesitantly, "But, really? Is it necessary to bring so many thermal weapons?”

Although they had no idea how many weapons Tang Ze carried with him, judging from his usual fighting status, he must have more than a dozen weapons. They had never worried about firepower.

However, looking at the way Tang Ze puts the firearm directly into the weapon box and then puts the box away...

"You have packed seven or eight boxes." After a rough calculation of how many weapons he had packed, Xingchuan Hui's eyes twitched, "We just went over to deal with some villains, there is no need, right? What kind of terrifying ultimate place is Moon Shadow Island?" Land?"

"It's almost the same." Tang Ze's face wasn't very pretty. Hearing his question, he snorted, "Drug dealers, and they're not just one, they're a group."

Really, Tangze had no idea of ​​saving anyone this time.

Based on his rough memory, just the weight of what Conan and the others discovered in the case, and based on Tang Ze's thinking, these people were not pulled out and shot for five minutes. It was not because the weight of their crime was not enough, but because so many bullets were wasted on them. Not worthy.

"Drug dealer..." Miyano Akemi was stunned for a moment, observing Karasawa's expression, and asked tentatively, "A particularly serious one?"

"Yes, they have already formed a transportation industry chain." Lowering his eyes, Karasawa said coldly, "This 'Aso Keiji' has been dead for many years. He died because he discovered and hindered their industry. Innocent people in their hands.”

"So this commission letter sent to Detective Mori, is it someone related to Keiji Aso who wants him to investigate the murder case that year? It sounds a bit dangerous."

"If this is the case, it is indeed dangerous." Putting the auxiliary grip on the submachine gun in his hand, Tang Ze's face was as cold as a knife as he placed the auxiliary grip on the submachine gun in his hand. Willing to do anything.”

No one knows this better than him.

Thinking of this, Tang Ze subconsciously rubbed his knees, feeling the smooth and healthy bones in his palms.

After slowly adapting to life in this world, he hasn't behaved like this for a long time.

"Isn't that so?" Xingchuan Hui understood his subtext and looked at the gun in his hand blankly, "Then you, prepare so much firepower..."

"To make them decent enough." Tang Ze sneered.

Save people? He wants to save the shit, he wants to help the murderer, he wants to tie up these scum and light up the sky lanterns!