The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"So, he is indeed a member of the organization, and he has a code name." After listening to Belmod's story on the phone, Tang Ze said knowingly.

Although Karasawa knew what Ireland looked like and where their grievances lay, Kumail shouldn't know.

When it comes to role-playing, Tangze has always been very craftsmanlike.

"Your mind works very fast." She teased with a smile on her lips as she fiddled with the flowers in the vase.

"If he doesn't have a code name, even if he has something to do with the organization, I don't think you would make a special trip to make this call." After explaining his logic, Tangze changed the subject and lowered his tone, "In the organization and I People with a bit of hatred, well, let me think about it..."

Belmod smiled as he listened to his calm and gentle voice, which seemed not to be angry at all: "Are you so sure? Maybe it's just a member of an organization that has interests related to me?"

"Would you have it?" Tang Ze asked back, "And would you be stupid enough to follow me?"

Belmode laughed twice and responded with silence.

Indeed, the biggest intersection of interests between Belmode and Kumail at this stage is Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan, and these are secrets that cannot be known to other people in the organization. Belmode will not easily turn to them for help. of organizational power.

And if she wasn't a member of Codename, Belmode would not hesitate to make this call, because this call could also be regarded as her belief that Ireland could not get anything from Kumail, and she begged for him.

Of course this is not a big problem, but it can also be regarded as a favor that is not big or small. If it were an ordinary grassroots member, he would be dead if he died, so it was not worth her trouble.

"He will regret messing with you." With these words as the end, Belmode took out the most beautiful rose in front of him and hung up the phone.

Seeing the dew-dropped flowers in her hands reflecting the subtle colored light under the light, Belmode squinted her eyes.

It won't take long before Kumail should be able to find out the true situation in Ireland. Bourbon's intelligence network is not built up, and he did not directly face the situation in a completely hostile state when they met. It is just that he has not yet been able to find out the true situation in Ireland. His face just matches his code name.

With this in mind, she quickly edited an email and sent it to a certain mailbox. Then she picked up the scissors and cut off a section of the flower branch.

Arranging so many things may temporarily disrupt Ireland's plan, and the sudden mission may also cause him to miss the opportunity to discover Bourbon's weaknesses before it starts.

But just like this flower, pruning is to make it at least survive.

Unlike Gin, when Kumel is determined to kill or destroy someone, as long as the other party finds his traces and finds a flaw, no matter what means he uses, it is impossible to avoid his hidden arrows.

She picked up the photo on the table, glanced at the fat man who was almost drowning in the black substance, smiled, picked up the scissors, and cut it into thin pieces.

Whatever doubts the organization had about Kumel, she was able to confirm.

——Kumel is an unrivaled killer with that kind of power.

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"So the reason why you insist on attacking this producer is to make people associate this kind of death with Kumail."

"'Dehumanization'." Tang Ze raised a finger, corrected the other party's statement, and gave a professional definition, "Those shadows in the palace and the subway can be simply and crudely regarded as a person's current spirit. It can even be regarded as the epitome of the state, but in form, it is still a person’s cognitive existence, that is, desire itself.”

"So, killing a person's shadow is like killing all a person's desires?" Asai Narumi, who has used this power to complete revenge, thought thoughtfully.

"That's almost the meaning. Complex emotions and noble needs are desires. Eating, drinking, and even the basic survival of breathing are also desires. If these things are eliminated, even if the person does not die, it will be no different from death." Tangze explained calmly.

"Like brain death?" Understanding what he meant, Asai raised his eyebrows.

"It has the same meaning, so it is quite reasonable to name it dehumanization." Tangze threw out the original setting of the game, and then explained seriously, "Like you, you can kill the opponent directly in reality. Ability, and like Futo Kyosuke's last one, he was not killed but lost the ability to communicate normally - cripple and mental disorder, these are the two abilities I designed for Goro Akechi."

Using devices and sound and light principles, supplemented by various negative effects in the partially weakened real world, and coupled with the cooperation of Asai Narumi, a real killer mask user, even though Karasawa does not have a special mask like Loki, he can Similar effects have been achieved.

So he started the relationship without hesitation and prepared to implement this persona in an orderly manner.

"The purpose of doing this is to confuse that organization?" Asai Narumi guessed, "Appropriate exposure of some special abilities can indeed obtain enough intelligence."

"Well, according to the information given by Shiho, the organization's code name will only be given to two types of people. The first type is members who have good business performance, excellent personal abilities, or have channels, influence, etc. For them, the code name is a It's an honor, and having a code name gives you some authority to share power."

At present, most of the members with the organization's code name belong to this group - and the undercover agents from external forces also belong to this group.

The code names of these people may have their own set of naming rules when they are issued, so there will be a spectacular scene where there is no loyal whiskey. If it were not for Ireland, the only one, all the wines on the scene would be fake.

"The other type of people are related to the real purpose of the organization, which is the two lines of drug research and development and cognitive science. Shiho, who got the code name when he was a teenager, has shown special abilities. It's obvious to me Curacao, who is also regarded as a special individual, and..." Karasawa narrowed his eyes and said subtly, "Gin and Belmode."

He only discussed the world he was in now. He originally liked riddles and organizations that engaged in symbolism, but his attributes clearly exploded here, and he completely started telling fables with the blessing of cognitive mythology.

Since the drug named after the Silver Bullet represents the organization's truest ambition, the several alcoholic drinks used to prepare this cocktail must be full of symbolic meaning.

Gin, rye whiskey that can be used in place of gin in recipes, and Kumel.

In other words, when he was given this name, he was already assigned to the special side.

"I take the initiative to reveal something special, which not only meets the expectations of the organization, but also gradually exposes me to the organization's current cognitive research, which is a double-edged sword. If I take the right to explain first, I won't be too passive," Tang Ze shrugged. shrug.

"So about the organization's website..." Asai Naomi nodded suddenly as she heard some meaning.

"Yes, as long as they want to further develop their influence, they will eventually find me." Tang Ze nodded firmly.

Being dehumanized is really a very intimidating way to die, and the state of death is so shocking.

Just as the Phantom Thieves use this method to torture very effectively, once the organization confirms that Goro Akechi also has this ability, the plot will inevitably deviate in the direction of the original work and really develop into a super-powered high school student killer and the Phantom Thieves of the Heart. The level of confrontation isn’t surprising either.

Maybe we can really play a game where I hack my own account and then go to Erwuzi to play my own game. It’s interesting to think about it.

Asai Narimi shook his head slightly, frowning slightly, obviously not as optimistic as Karasawa.

"If we directly compete with their site, as you know Karasawa, although our technical capabilities far exceed theirs, we are not without disadvantages." Asai Narumi lowered his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes covering a little of his pupils, "Too It is difficult to maintain a glorious image of justice. No matter how much the public likes the result of justice, our method is lynching, and it is impossible to respond to everyone's expectations. This is very dangerous."

"I never felt like we could respond to everyone's expectations."

Tang Ze did not deny his opinion, his brows and eyes were very calm.

Regarding human nature and people's hearts, he is used to seeing the harshness of the world, and he does not have so much innocence and passion.

"So, I don't need a too righteous and glorious image. I just need to let everyone know that our power can surpass them, and it will be like a sword hanging above our heads forever. That's enough. We are not here to be gods. Yes, we are only responsible for judging...here we are."

He stopped and raised his head to look at the art gallery ahead.

Narumi Asai tightened her shawl and looked at the giant banner hanging from the roof of the building in front of her.

"Rhythm in a Square—Exhibition of Moritani Teiji's Works".

"I bet it was Moritani Teiji himself who asked for the banner to be made vertical." Karasawa pointed to the vertical banner, "After all, it would be asymmetrical if it were turned horizontally."

"I quite like his architectural style." Asai Naomi also raised his head, looking at the banner, sighing, "I didn't expect that his paranoia about his art has developed to this point."

"No, it's closer to pathological OCD than paranoia." Karasawa complained mercilessly, "I have heard of some psychopathic serial killers who suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder, which causes them to... He can’t control the urge to kill, but his symptoms are still difficult to describe.”

"...You go in later, but don't talk like that." Asai Shimizu, who knew very well what the artist's personality is like, twitched the corner of his mouth, "Your purpose is to get in touch with Moritani Teiji as much as possible, not to give him some points." Cannon."

Regarding the persistence of symmetry, in order to implement his own aesthetics and concepts, Moritani Teiji has already developed to this stage. If his aesthetics is described as a mental illness, it is difficult to say what consequences it will cause.

"That's hard to say." Tang Ze looked at the introduction board in front of the exhibition hall and raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

The purpose of their trip is not only to catch Moritani Teiji, a guy who is seriously ill, and give him a good harvest, but also to use Moritani Teiji as a springboard to make the Phantom Thieves more high-profile and expand their influence. .

Therefore, if the scene is too small, it would not be appropriate for everything to end before the explosion. What's more, Moritani Teiji, a lunatic with a strange brain circuit, needs to get in touch with him again to find out what is going on in the palace.

"The location is Nishitama City, I'm sure of that, right?" Asai Narumi glanced at the color-blocked jacket on her body and confirmed before taking a step.

"Yes, our purpose is to find out what his palace is, and...confirm how long it will take for him to get sick."

So, when Teiji Moritani had finished his work, he was guided by the organizer's staff to his exhibition to prepare for an introduction and speech. As soon as he approached the booth, he heard a sharp comment.

"I think the style of Mr. Moritani Teiji's current works is indeed not as good as in the past."

Precisely because the more he looked at his dark history, he became more and more dissatisfied. Moritani Teiji, who was full of malice in his heart, was instantly awakened by these words. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the people leading the way. His sharp eyes were pointed in the direction of the sound. Stabbed it.

At one glance, he saw a sight that made his eyes hurt.

Standing in front of the exquisite model is a guy wearing a black and white color-blocked jacket.

This is simply a person who has carried out Moritani Teiji's disgust to the extreme. Not only does his clothes have a completely asymmetrical color-blocking design, but the two trouser legs of this person's pants are of different lengths, even if they are hanging on On the neck, the scarf-like and shawl-like decorations are all made of extremely strong contrasting color gradients.

The most exaggerated thing is that this guy also dyed a yin and yang hair color that is opposite to the color of his clothes, and the lengths on both sides are still different!

Moritani Teiji's fist hardened instantly.

Shit, in order to express his own aesthetics and implement his concepts, he even changed his name. Is there anyone who doesn't understand his philosophy? Coming to his exhibition dressed like this is a direct provocation, right? !

He should make it clear to the organizers that assholes wearing asymmetrical clothes will not be allowed in!

"This is Nishitama City's original architectural plan concept. I think that an urban design plan that takes into account both functionality and beauty is still very useful as a reference."

In such a sharp contrast, the blue-haired young man standing opposite him spoke much more pleasantly, which made Moritani Teiji's brows relax a lot.

He looked over with gentle eyes.

The starched white shirt, which cannot be called comfortable at first glance, and the faded jeans that have also been washed, combined with the faint traces of paint under his sleeves that have not been wiped clean, the image of a poor student painter stands vividly. There.

At first glance, he looks like a promising young man...well, although his bangs are not too symmetrical.

However, the next second, this young man also spoke and made an earth-shattering comment.

"However, I partially agree with your idea, Mr. Aso. You are right. As artists, we can pursue personal aesthetics and pursue many spiritual resonances and emotional expressions, but as a designer... it is too much If you insist on personal aesthetics, isn’t that just a draft?”

Moritani Teiji's eyes widened instantly.

It's a little stuck. After a while, the M1 comes to the rescue.