The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Have you had any commissions recently? What do you mean?"

After receiving the call, Conan stood at the window, looking down at the street below, and asked questions in a low voice.

"If you don't have a commission, you can have any activity plans. Club activities, travel, even if a child asks you to go out to play." The voice from the joker on the other side of the receiver is rarely used and can be called gorgeous. His speaking tone was closer to weak than lazy and careless.

"...Are you sick? Your voice sounds very lethargic." It was such a rare situation. Conan raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"I'm really sick." Tang Ze stepped lightly on the ground, turned around in his office chair, looked at the miserable war room, and said with a helpless tone, "It's just that there have been too many things in the past two days. "

After receiving an extremely large request for a commission, everyone in the Phantom Thieves responded to Karasawa's call. Before finding a large enough target, they tried their best to target small targets and worked hard to clear the subway. Shadow, first find a way to temporarily restore the blue sky to Mihua Town.

...Facing a front that has been stretched to the 100th floor, the results of this carpet strategy can be imagined.

Even with Karasawa fully supplying SP props and Qigong stickers and doing his best to participate, the entire Phantom Thieves group was quickly paralyzed.

The current war room can be said to be littered with corpses.

With coffee in his hand, Xingchuan Hui stared at the eyes with black circles. He sat in front of the keyboard and turned pages to check the new list. Judging from his expression, it was unclear whether he was really reading the text on the screen or reading the text on the screen. Now I'm acting entirely on muscle memory.

Asai Naomi supported her head, and the notebook in her hand had slipped to the table. She was leaning there to sleep, and her head was moving little by little.

As for the remaining two ladies, they didn't even have time to release their Phantom Thief form before they had already leaned on the small sofa on the side and slept together wrapped in blankets.

The whole room was filled with a turbulent atmosphere, and it looked like everyone would really be unable to hold on unless there was some big work.

Looking helplessly at the first progress bar that only moved a small section in the upper right corner, Karasawa also yawned, took out a cup of espresso made by Toru Amuro, and said sleepily: "Have some big drinks." Case, detective-classmate, you also know our goal now. You can’t correct the world just by endlessly correcting small problems.”

Although he was addicted to SP drugs, it wasn't like he couldn't continue to endure it, but since he was still a human being, he had limits, and people had to sleep...

Of course, after closing his eyes, Leon always had a suppressed smile expression, which made Tangze even more unhappy.

"If you ask me about big cases, I don't know anything about it..." Conan patted his forehead and was speechless for a moment.

Although, well, he can probably accept that puzzles will always appear around detectives, or in other words, it is these endless puzzles that make these guys with slightly better brains stand out from the situation.

——There have been incredible incidents where an island can be directly sunk into the sea by relying on personal willpower. The physical condition of the incident seems to be just a small problem in comparison.

However, he is a detective and not a prisoner. Whether there will be a case, especially a case with a major social impact, is not something he can decide...

"If you don't have a commission, it's fine if you have a schedule. Come on, come on." Tang Ze was very persistent.

If you don't wait for the plot refresh point and expect them to do the task of picking up wild animals outside, you will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

"There is really no commission or anything like that. If you insist on asking me about my recent schedule..."

Facing this weird friend who had helped him a lot, even though the request sounded a bit unreasonable, Conan scratched his head with a headache, still took out the ledger he carried with him, and started counting items one by one.

"Um, oh, Uncle Maoli received an invitation from a famous celebrity. He may have some privacy issues that he wants to consult. You know, cheating, illegitimate children, etc., probably.

"Then, in my own words, uh, there will be a tea party invitation sent to Kudo Shinichi in two weeks. Anyway, I can't keep the appointment, so I can only take it casually. However, this inviter is indeed a famous character. , at least that’s what the doctor said, he’s a professor of architecture at Tokyo University, and he seems to be a very famous architect?

"Finally, if the booked itinerary is taken into account, then Xiaolan did get a free meal coupon..."

As he chanted, Tangze, who looked troubled, became more and more energetic, and his eyes became bright again.

Come on, come on, the detective is here, there is hope for Miwa Town!

He just said that instead of relying on the detectives to complete the mission, he would squat at the refresh point in the wild by himself, and stay there for as long as he wanted.

Each of these sounds very promising, doesn’t it?

"Come on, tell me about it, Detective-kun. I'm very interested." Tangze turned over and sat up straight, while waving to the little puppet lying on the socket charging.

Startled by the sudden cheering voice on the other side, Conan turned around first, made sure that no one else had noticed him, and slowly and quietly walked out of the office door.

The joker was shocked today. In order to avoid accidentally saying something terrible, he had better go out and make a phone call.

"Does it even count if you win a free meal? Xiaolan's luck has always been very good, and it's just an ordinary plan..."

You really can't remember how many cases were started in this way, right? I think you don't have any idea about your halo.

Tang Ze shook his head and said seriously: "Forget it, why don't you count it? Detective classmates, why not just do this and discuss it. If you have any schedule in the future, even if you are called to play football by the children after school, Can you just let me know? No, it doesn’t seem safe. Do you mind if we arrange someone to monitor your movements directly? "

Conan, who had just walked down the stairs, almost slipped due to what he said, and his eyebrows jumped wildly: "Hey, are you really that exaggerated..."

"Give you 10 hours of holographic game experience!"

"...Is my personal privacy only worth this little price?"

"weekly!"

"Ha, let's not talk about whether I have time to play. Isn't it boring to play any game for 10 hours a week?"

"Let you take Holmes with you!"

"When putting forward outrageous conditions, can I have a little bit of sincerity? I'm not very interested in taking a 20-year-old me with me!"

"I'll give you an extra helmet. It's plug-and-play and uses a special signaling device. You don't need to come to our place to play!"

"...and Watson is still a Tang Ze in his 20s."

"Noah is reading the original work of "Sherlock Holmes" and writing content related to the study of the word scarlet... Well, the game world is about to launch a new scene."

"Well……"

"Moriarty's model is almost ready..."

"for this I……"

"Noah said that the next script writing may need assistance from fans who are familiar with Sherlock Holmes plots. He has registered in several forums and communicates with Holmes fans every day."

"That's not okay, you can't listen to those people's nonsense! You wait at your house, I'll come over right now!"

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"So," Karasawa, who covered the bruises under his eyes with concealer and looked normal, held the straw of his smoothie in his mouth and glanced at Conan sitting across from him, "just to play Sherlock Holmes, you sold yourself out. Lost."

"No, that's what you mean..." Conan, with wandering eyes, bit the edge of the glass and looked guiltily at the slightly hazy sky, "That's a holographic game made by Noah's Ark that spans the ages. You know? I’ve also experienced it…”

"But, in the final analysis, you sold yourself out just to play games." Pointing to the watch in his hand, Tang Ze clicked his tongue, "It's so easy to bribe you."

"No matter what, they won't harm me. If I really encounter an organization or something, I can have more helpers, right?" Conan touched the watch strap on his hand, laughed twice, and tried to explain.

"Forget it, you yourself like to install locators on people. Now that you are being installed with locators, it can only be said to be a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is not good." Tang Ze concluded after taking the last sip of the smoothie.

Not to mention, the great detective's personal privacy is indeed quite cheap.

Tangze, a veteran player of various games and well versed in dog planning, also has a set of techniques for drawing cakes.

And in fact, no matter how you calculate it, Karasawa is not at a loss. After all, the stage of Noah's development and production originally requires testers, and Noah himself also needs more observation samples to improve his personality.

Using such a quota in exchange for a detective's dynamic sharing is a win-win situation no matter what, it's a win-win situation if he wins twice.

So even though it was Karasawa himself who made the bid, it didn't stop him from ridiculing Conan who couldn't walk when he saw Holmes.

"I, I don't use props blindly, it's all for the needs of the case..."

"Hey, you two brats, haven't you finished drinking yet?" Mouri Kogoro, who walked out of the detective office, looked at his watch and glanced at the fruit smoothie cup in front of Karasawa with colorful straws inserted, "Karasawa, you Why does she taste like a junior high school girl?"

"No way, fruit smoothie is also a very popular drink on the Polo menu. It's very expensive!" Karasawa, who watched Toru Amuro making desserts, sternly protested, "How can a junior high school student afford to drink it!"

He watched Toru Amuro select the fruits with his own eyes and made them by himself. The cost of buying so many fruits in Japan and making an assorted smoothie is not low at all.

If it weren't for the fact that it was really expensive and could issue a very high shopping receipt, Toru Amuro wouldn't bother to make something like this for him.

Mouri Kogoro glanced at the paper umbrella stuck on the side of the cup with disgust, shook his head, and was too lazy to argue with this sweet-loving boy: "Then you are a primary school student, right? Hurry up, you will miss lunch if you don't start. It’s time.”

At his urging, the two people finally left the table in front of the cafe and followed him into the car.

"By the way, Brother Tangze, didn't you say you don't like Chinese food? Why did you come with me when Sister Xiaolan asked you?" Conan changed his name in front of Maori and his daughter, worrying about the situation. Speaking of this, he also imitated Karasawa's tone and said, "'I don't want to touch those unauthentic junk foods' and so on..."

"I like to eat Chinese food, so I really don't like to eat Chinese food." Tang Ze nodded.

"Ah? Is there any big difference in the meaning of these two words?" Conan glanced at him, not understanding, "Didn't you also make Mapo Tofu?"

"Chinese food and Chinese cuisine are two different things!" Tangze raised a finger and declared solemnly, "I especially don't like the so-called improved Chinese cuisine. Dregs, pure dregs!"

For people like Karasawa who stubbornly fabricate a background identity of growing up in a Chinese area even when he is working as an undercover agent so that he can eat Chinese food openly, Japanese Chinese food is really hard to taste.

If you want him to evaluate, he should send all those guys who have been beaten to death over the sweet and salty dispute to Japan to try their Chinese cuisine, and they will immediately return to the united front and share the same hatred.

"Then you still have to come along..." Mouri Kogoro, who opened the car door, rolled his eyelids at this picky guy.

When this kid was teaching cooking in the kitchen, he wasn't even allowed to use a thermometer or a kitchen scale. He was also inexplicably particular about taste, which made him not want to eat with Karaze anymore, and he easily lost his appetite.

"First of all, it was Mr. Lan who invited me to come with him. Secondly, it doesn't cost money anyway." Tang Ze looked at him strangely and asked a question that hit his soul, "Don't you just go because you don't need money?"

Mouri Kogoro was stunned for a moment, and looked at Conan, looking at each other.

It makes sense and can't be refuted.

If it weren't for Xiaolan's free coupon, it would indeed be more cost-effective to eat Tang Ze's version at home.

"Ask Emperor Daigo... Ouch!" Maori Lan, who was holding an exercise book and mumbling, hit his head on the back of Mouri Kogoro who was standing still, "What are you doing standing here, dad? Scare me. Jump."

"You too..." He glanced at the things in his daughter's hands speechlessly and sat in the driver's seat. "If you want to read and memorize questions, do you have to memorize them on the road?"

"It's too late!" Mao Lilan sighed and bit the end of the pencil in his hand angrily, "I have a history test in class tomorrow, but I haven't had any time to memorize it recently, so I haven't reviewed it properly."

"Then I can only blame you for just having fun, right?" Mouri Kogoro curled his lips, "You have been traveling during the holidays and haven't even stayed at home for a few days."

"I used to travel during holidays! Mainly because I was too busy at school." Mao Lilan protested, "There are a lot of club activities recently, and I have to prepare for the campus festival, and the school's psychology teacher is coming soon. , if I want to run for committee member, I have to take a special test..."

"Then you should learn from Karasawa. I think he is quite idle. He runs around all day eating desserts." I saw Karasawa and Conan standing on the streets of Shibuya despite the not-so-warm spring cold. Mouri Kogoro, who was eating a cone, glanced sideways at Karasawa, who was leaning on the driver's seat and dozing.

Tangze, who was not pretending to be asleep, but was really sleepy, turned his head and said innocently: "I am indeed very free. I don't have a club, I don't need to participate in a program, and I have no interest in being a psychological committee member."

And if you take the exam...

Tangze turned his head and glanced at the exercise book that Mao Lilan held tightly in his hand.

Heck, this book isn't even in his inventory, it was entirely written by Hoshikawa.

He probably wouldn't go for exams or anything by himself...

The reason why Hoshikawa Teru is still soberer than the other members is entirely due to the fact that he has to go to school for Tangze. Compared with the full-time, non-stop work and passion for killing monsters on the subway, he is a member who is a hundred levels below men and women. I can still sleep at school.

"You..." Mouri Kogoro, who was choked, took advantage of the red light and glanced at Tang Ze, "It's not good for you to be so withdrawn."

"It's no problem. I was in the home department at my previous school." Tangze waved his hand indifferently.

His energy has been completely absorbed by the life of Kaitou and fake wine, leaving little time for campus life. Moreover, he has too much contact with his classmates, and Hoshikawa Teru's pressure will only become greater.

Wakayama Junko's kind of inconvenience, if it happens once, it is enough to make people's mentality, Karasawa is really grateful and insensitive.

"Forget it, my point is, since you are so busy, why don't you just endorse it at home?" Maoli Xiaowu didn't want to argue with this weird-tempered family man, so he shifted the focus back to Mao Lilan, "In this way, Aren’t you tired from carrying it in the car?”

"Hey dad, it's the tasting coupon I won. It would be too much not to bring me along!" Mao Lilan patted the pillow of his seat in protest.

"Then it's too late for you to memorize it when you get home!" Mouri Kogoro picked his ears and didn't really want to hear her continue chanting in the small space in the car.

"...The painting depicting the Buddha's arrival in the Pure Land is called 'The Saints Come to Welcome the Picture'." While writing, she persisted in reading the last sentence before Mao Lilan retorted, "I still have TV programs to watch in the evening. And my cerebellum is very weak. If you are developed, you won’t get motion sickness easily!”

"squeak--"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mouri Kogoro stepped on the emergency brake. She let out a small exclamation and the pen in her hand flew to the front seat.

——Karasawa raised his hand out of reflex and caught it accurately.

"Be careful." Tang Ze, without even opening his eyes, turned his pen, turned the tail of the pen outward, and handed it back to the second row.

"Why are you driving this guy!" Mouri Kogoro frowned and scolded him. After confirming that the children in the car were fine, he restarted the vehicle, "You are careless, a young man who is new to the road...?" "

He turned and passed the vehicle that was braking suddenly in front of him. He turned around and glared at the driver sitting in the driver's seat.

Conan, who was sitting in the back seat, also leaned on the car window and looked in that direction.

——He ran into a pair of cold eyes.

Conan looked at the face of the man sitting in the back seat of the car and couldn't help but be stunned.

This man wearing a knitted hat looks strangely familiar...