The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

When Tangze and Conan, who had been busy for a while, returned to the table, everyone at the table had already finished ordering and started waiting for the food to be served.

"Come on, just tell me what you want to eat. I can help you pick it up. If you are still dissatisfied with the menu, you can continue to add more!" Kawabata Shiro, who exchanged seats with Mao Lilan, waved his hand grandly. It seemed that although he no longer dared to eat anymore, There are some very aggressive moves, but the plan of persuasion has not been completely given up.

Conan sat back in his seat, squinting at the producer who didn't know he had been on the verge of death, and clicked his tongue dissatisfiedly.

Although he understood the truth, even a bastard should not be deprived of his life casually, but looking at Kawabata Shiro's face that was almost carved into an inch, he could not help but briefly understand Iso Kaizo's mood.

I always feel that even if the bearded director suppresses his criminal mood, something will happen to the producer sooner or later...

Kawabata Shiro, who was trying his best to impress Mao Lilan, obviously did not receive the emotion contained in his eyes, and his eyes were still focused on the girl next to him.

He is considered a rich second generation, with many celebrities in his family and connections, and has never been exposed to Vanity Fair. All of these qualities are worth exploring.

Taken together, it is easy to create a cost-effective combination that has a low asking price and has its own topic. The image does have screen affinity, and it is easy to win people's favor at the first sight. No matter how you calculate it, this is a good choice.

Anyway, you’ve already said the treat, wouldn’t you lose money if you don’t give it a try?

"Come on, this restaurant is very famous. Try it, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, green pepper shredded pork, and..." Seeing the next dish brought by the waiter, Kawabata Shiro clicked the shell and frowned in disgust. , "Who ordered preserved eggs and scrambled eggs with crab meat? Don't you know I'm allergic to eggs?"

"I ordered it." Iso Kaizo didn't mean to give any face, and directly picked up the chopsticks, "It's not like you are the only one eating. If you know that you are allergic, why don't you just stop eating?"

He did give up the idea of ​​killing people, but correspondingly, he had no intention of continuing the cooperation.

After all, he is also a director with commercial success. Even if he no longer makes a living in movies, he still has more ways to make a living. If he offends a producer, it is better to offend him. There are conflicts in the circle that lead to irreconcilable colleagues. Two people.

At worst, if they asked, they would just say that Shiro Kawabata was trying to pry him into a corner, steal his girlfriend, line his own pockets, have abnormal sexual habits, etc. At this point, there was no need to get along well with him, and he could be more disgraceful than anyone else.

He had a murderous intention, to be precise, he almost killed Kawabata Shiro, which completely changed Iso Kaizo's mentality. It can even be said that deep in his heart, a different kind of openness has arisen. .

What about producers who talk a lot? He was just a guy who almost died in his hands. He really had nothing to be afraid of. He deserved an explanation for Liva's matter.

With this thought in mind, he raised his chopsticks and picked up a handful of scrambled eggs. He ate it with relish. While eating, he strongly recommended it to the assistant director Ito Motoden beside him: "It tastes very good. You should try it too." "

What did Tangze just say to him? Why does he feel like this uncle is a bit indifferent and completely crazy?

Conan looked at Iso Kaizo strangely, turned his head and wanted to whisper a few words to Karasawa, but saw Karasawa staring at the turntable on the table, the focus of his eyes turning back and forth, and mumbling something.

After getting closer, he could barely hear some of the content.

"If there are 8 people, 6 dishes, plus jars of condiments, the circle cannot be divided into equal parts... Well, how much should we divide 360 ​​degrees by?"

"...What are you talking about?" Conan, whose eyebrows jumped when he heard that Tang Ze was about to enter an exciting math problem, interrupted in a low voice.

"I was thinking about how Iso Kaizo calculated the location of poisoning." Karasawa tilted his head and replied in a low voice, "He originally planned to apply poison to the position where the hand needs to contact when turning the turntable. Cyanide If potassium exceeds a certain dose, it may be poisoned even if it comes into contact with the skin. He wants to use poison to murder, but he is not using poison to carry out a terrorist attack. He cannot poison everyone at the table indiscriminately. He has to figure out where Mr. Kawabata will touch him. ?”

Karasawa tapped the bottom of the turntable with his fingertips and made a gesture of pinching the turntable with two fingers.

With Karasawa's reminder and the recent confrontation between Kawabata Shiro and Iso Kaizo as a reminder, it only took a short time for Conan to understand Iso Kaizo's original approach.

——He just followed and observed for a while when he felt something was wrong, and found out that Iso Kaizo was suspected of making some small moves, so he boldly made a judgment that something might happen. As to how this stillborn murder case would happen, He didn't think about it at first.

But now, his developed brain power made his associations develop rapidly. After a few seconds, he understood what Tang Ze was talking about and was also speechless.

Even if the dishes are from Jishanghai, even if this is a restaurant that a few people are familiar with, he has done some advance planning, and the difficulty is still astonishing...

Director Isogami does seem to have stronger math skills than making movies, and his eyesight is also very good.

"If this is painted a little crookedly, it is very likely to lead to the casualties of innocent people. How can he ensure that other people are not affected?" Tang Ze clicked his tongue twice, "Is he planning to see other people who want to touch the turntable? Immediately move away to prevent others from contacting... After the meal, the dishes on the table will be shaken."

After thinking about Tang Ze's logic, the corner of Conan's mouth twitched.

Since this is the killing method that Iso Kaizo has decided on, assuming that the other party is indeed a target of revenge and has no intention of harming other innocent people, this kind of imagination is very likely to happen.

Alas, do I have to eat this meal?

"You two, what are you mumbling about? It's time to eat." Mouri Kogoro looked at the eloquent Kawabata Shiro unhappily for a while, turned his head and saw the two brats without chopsticks, and urged him directly.

He traveled so far just to have a meal, and ended up being pestered by these guys from the crew.

If you don't eat it after one bite, wouldn't it be a loss?

As Mouri Kogoro spoke, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up some shredded green pepper meat, and chewed it slowly. From the look on his face, rather than enjoying the food, he seemed to have a personal grudge against the meat in his mouth.

Tang Ze looked left and right, and saw that the other seven people on the table had already started eating regardless of their mood. Then he slowly picked up the bowl, tried hard to control his expression, and picked up a pair of chopsticks in front of him. vegetable.

It took some time for Karasawa to finally confirm that the thing he picked up and wrapped like a caterpillar was sweet and sour pork.

His eyes suddenly became sharp.

He knows the Japanese way of making sweet and sour pork!

This kind of Chinese restaurant with completely Chinese-style decoration and no children sitting behind the cashier doing homework at the front desk is absolutely impossible to be authentic!

Sweet and sour pork tenderloin made with tomato sauce, the meat is very thick, the skin is completely softened by the soup, and so many vegetables are added, it looks like a set meal of meat and vegetables stewed in one pot. Look, this carrot ,potato floss!

He held his breath, closed his eyes, put the dish into his mouth, and reluctantly swallowed the meat that was completely sweet and sour tomatoes. Tangze looked at the next dish.

Oh boy, Japanese twice-cooked pork! Also a heavyweight.

Whose twice-cooked pork only has cabbage as a side dish? Is that reasonable and can it be eaten?

Moreover, there is the sweet noodle sauce flavor that can be easily smelled without putting it in your mouth, plus the thin pork slices that are almost cut into paper...

No matter the sweet party or the salty party, everyone will die if they come!

As for these Xiao Long Bao, a little trivia is that Japanese noodles are made from dead noodles and are not cooked at all.

There is also this shredded green pepper pork made from beef, with oyster sauce and sugar added, a fuyong egg made with crab sticks mixed with egg liquid, and a lethal amount of water and chicken broth. It is also called crab meat scrambled eggs!

High emotional intelligence: Improved recipes.

Low emotional intelligence: Poor control of seasonings and heat. I think this is probably the case.

Karasawa's emotions reached an explosive peak after he saw the miso on the table and tasted the sweet and spicy chili oil.

"Phew, eggs or something..." Smelling the smell of eggs wafting to the tip of his nose, Kawabata Shiro tried his best to restrain the desire to complain, held his breath, and stretched out his hand to turn the dish in front of him away again.

Knowing that I have a serious egg allergy, I will immediately lose my appetite when I see these soft yellow egg blossoms, and the dark pine green preserved eggs will bring another kind of nausea and vomiting... These are all my own Clearly informed to others.

After working together for so long and eating many meals together, that bastard Isogami still insists on ordering one or two dishes. He is just deliberately trying to disgust him.

Fortunately, the guy who served the food was smart and didn't put these two things too far away, so I just need to hold my breath, be patient for a few seconds, and turn these two things over...

"Pah!" Tang Ze, who had his chopsticks on the plate, raised his hand and slapped the turntable.

He gave his hand a lot of strength and firmly pressed the smooth paint surface of the turntable under his palm. No matter how hard Kawabata tried to turn the turntable, he could not move it even one bit.

Kawabata Shiro frowned and glared almost viciously in Karasawa's direction.

He couldn't afford to offend this little girl, nor could he offend this stubborn and conservative middle-aged man, her father Mouri Kogoro, who was more influential than her.

You are clearly not a relative of theirs, you are obviously just here to get some food, what are you doing here?

"Don't turn the plates around, sir." Tangze, who was not in the mood to maintain a business smile, said coldly with a straight face, "It's very rude."

Kawabata Shiro was stunned, looked at his empty bowl, and noticed the elementary school student beside him who had been working hard to catch the miso for a long time, but could not catch it.

After the turntable was fixed by Karasawa, Conan, who finally caught the miso bottle, breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Karasawa with some emotion.

Apparently, Karasawa was even more dissatisfied with Kawabata Shiro, who was messing around with the carousel, because he missed two condiment bottles one after another as if he was being played. In addition, he knew in advance the conflict between Iso Kaizo and him.

Anyway, I still have to thank my good brother.

Conan, who had short hands after becoming a child, poured a little miso onto the steamed dumplings in his bowl and then put the bottle back.

Kawabata Shiro, who thought he understood the other party's situation, was a little confused. He is busy negotiating big business here, where does he have time to care about unimportant children?

Because of this kind of thing, I don’t want to lose face and talk with a face...

Kawabata Shiro, who has long been accustomed to arrogance, also stared: "The child can't reach it, just help him get it, do you think you..."

"Don't move the turntable casually when others are picking up food. This is the basic etiquette of Chinese food." Regarding the culprit who caused all the grievances, Tang Zeming knew that he was expressing his anger, but he still hit back rudely, "If you even do this If you neglect to observe basic etiquette, can you really fulfill the conditions you promised to classmate Lan? I have doubts."

And whether you are allergic or not is your business. If you have nothing to do to come to a restaurant like this to eat, in addition to being a scumbag, you are also extremely classless, you know?

To put it bluntly, you will easily be successfully calculated by the murderer. The killing is so simple and easy. Isn't it because you keep touching the turntable?

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"Okay Tang Ze..." Conan looked at his tit-for-tat look, and pulled off Tang Ze's sleeves embarrassedly, and whispered, "I've got it."

Tangze lowered his head, glanced at the hard steamed dumplings soaked in miso in his bowl, and looked back expressionlessly.

Forget it, you are not a decent person either.

Filled with the desire to complain, Tang Ze followed the instructions and let go of his hand, holding the bowl of sweet twice-cooked pork, and fell into isolation.

It's so painful. It's really not worth the conflict for such a scumbag.

"What's wrong, don't you like this food?" After finishing the Xiao Long Bao happily, Conan turned his head and noticed that Tang Ze still had an unhappy expression. After thinking for a moment, he felt that he had found the reason.

Karasawa said before that he doesn't like Chinese food very much...

"Yeah, it tastes so bad." Tang Ze said painfully while biting into the sweet meat.

This feeling of eating like a widow, he used to feel like taking medicine every day in order to maintain body functions, but that was it.

Changing to this world, returning to a healthy and young state, and being able to eat whatever he wants happily, these are the few moments when Tangze feels happy. He doesn't want to compromise at all when it comes to his appetite.

"Will it?" Sababa paused and thought about it for a few seconds before Conan asked uncertainly, "I think it's not bad..."

"Only this point, no matter what you say, I will not agree with it." Tang Ze shook his head resolutely.

“It tastes pretty good, and it’s better than the Chinese restaurant at Mihua.”

"No, even if Mr. Amuro or Mr. Ran follow this recipe, I will not approve it."

"Is it that exaggerated..."

"Yes, of course!"

Just as the two people gathered together to mutter again, on the other side of the dining table, Shiro Kawabata, who was also in a very unhappy mood, was eating and suddenly felt a suffocation that made him unable to breathe.

It seemed like something was climbing up his throat, slowly closing the entire airway, and pouring into his mouth and nose...

"Uh, uh..." He raised his hand, not caring that the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground. He scratched his throat hard. After letting out an extremely difficult gasp, he curled up and hit the table hard, knocking himself The cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks in front of me were smashed to the floor.

The hot juice splashed, and Mao Lilan next to him let out a small exclamation. He hurriedly stood up and reached out to help Kawabata Shiro, who had slipped to the ground.

Kawabata Shiro's face turned red, and uncontrollable saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, as if something invisible had strangled his throat, and he looked in great pain.

"How, how could..." Iso Kaizo, who was very sure that he had not poisoned, was shocked and dropped the chopsticks in his hand.

He reflexively spread the wet towel at hand, feeling his fingertips tingle slightly from surprise and slight fear.

He immediately turned his attention to Tang Ze who persuaded him to give up.

Could it be that this child meant that someone else would kill him, so he didn't need to do anything unnecessary and dirty his hands?

No, in this case, it is true that even the "murder weapon" is in the hands of others, and it is very likely that I will become a scapegoat...

"This is impossible...!" Conan stood up suddenly, walked around Moori Kogoro's chair, rushed to the other side of Kawabata Shiro, and held the man's elbow.

He, he has done everything he can to eliminate the possibility of tragedy happening in front of him...

The next second, Kawabata Shiro's symptoms interrupted his thoughts, leaving his mind blank for a moment.

Black, mud-like liquid flowed down from the man's mouth, nose and tear ducts like blood, down his fat cheeks wet with sweat.

This is a symptom they have seen more than once...

"Could it be that they are the Phantom Thieves of the Heart!" Mouri Kogoro also raised his voice and shouted the answer that immediately came to his mind.

In addition to seeing Asai Shige murder people using this method on Moon Shadow Island, he also saw the groom himself at Sayuri Matsumoto's wedding, and developed the same symptoms after receiving the warning letter from the Phantom Thief of Heart.

Regardless of whether this is an ability only possessed by the Phantom Thief of Heart, or other people with similar abilities, it should be inseparable from those mysterious guys.

"Did you accidentally eat eggs..."

"It's possible that Kawabata's allergy is severe enough to cause shock..."

"Mr. Kawabata, Mr. Kawabata, can you hear me?"

"Xiaolan, call the police first!"

"Uh, should we call an ambulance first..."

"Then don't watch here, call me!"

In the midst of the noisy war and chaos, Tang Ze finally felt comfortable and sighed slowly.

"I just said it tastes terrible. Look, it tastes terrible."

It's really unpalatable. [Zhen Sheng] It's all sweet, so sweet, eh!