The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Okita has gone back?"

"Go back. Why aren't you going back? Aren't you going to class tomorrow?" Karasawa looked at Hattori Heiji carefully, then looked at Toyama Kazuha who was following him, with a strange expression on his face, "Whether it's Kudo It’s my business, you’re already done with it, right?”

Ah, think about it seriously, Hattori Heiji specifically rejected Maori Ran's invitation in order to conceal the news that Kazuha himself came to Tokyo.

In other words, Hattori Heiji not only lied to Toyama Kazuha, but even made a special trip to summon Okita Souji in Kyoto, without informing Toyama Kazuha or asking her about her schedule today...

Hattori Heiji, like Kudo Shinichi, would have stayed single for the rest of his life if he hadn't been a handsome guy with both appearance and personality.

"There will be no classes. I've specially asked for leave." Hattori Heiji replied matter-of-factly, "In addition to your affairs, I have to deal with other entrustments."

"Is there a new commission?" When Tang Ze spoke, his eyes couldn't help but turn to Toyama Kazuye, who was following him step by step, and his expression slowly became subtle, "Is something wrong?"

Whenever Hattori Heiji appears and a new plot is about to happen, there is one criterion that can basically be used as a plot judgment, and that is whether Toyama Kazuha appears.

As long as Toyama and Ye are involved in the case with him, it means that Hattori Heiji should be defeated.

Whether it's getting shot or falling off a cliff, Hattori Heiji carrying Toyama Kazuha seems to have a follower with a taunting effect. He will be promoted to MT in an instant and receive the most vicious beating.

This may be God trying to tell him that his relationship is destined to have ups and downs, twists and turns, which simply laid the groundwork for his subsequent failed confessions.

"It can't be regarded as a commission. My father heard that I was coming to Kyoto and asked me to stop by and have a look." Hattori Heiji shrugged and answered casually.

"Oh, that matter." Toyama and Ye heard him mention Hattori Heizo, and quickly understood what he was talking about, and started to explain for Hattori Heiji, "It was one of my father's former subordinates, and Maori Detective is kind of like, I used to be a police officer and now I’m a detective and I work in a detective agency in Tokyo.”

"Well, Kazuye's father received a letter from this guy, saying that he had something important to say. However, the person who left this message disappeared." Thinking of his father's tone when mentioning this person, Hattori Heiji shook his head, " Although they weren’t sure if something really happened, they were a little worried and asked me to stop by and take a look.”

Tang Ze suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu: "..."

Because of the change in Hui Yuan Ai’s work status, coupled with the crazy krypton gold rush in the backend system, coupled with the crazy explosion of gold coins from the organization, coupled with...

In short, the aftermath of the wind stirred up by Karasawa's butterfly has almost overturned the land. The direct result is that the temporary antidote that was supposed to be effective for only one and a half days has become a version with more stable properties, at least for the past three years. During the day, Okudo will be very active.

He had originally murmured that there were only two murder cases in total for Kudo Shinichi's appearance for so many days. This was not enough for the legendary high school detective's shining return. Now he finally found the reason.

There are still experts here.

"It's this kind of thing. It's rare for Kudo to come back to Tokyo. Otherwise, why don't you invite him to come with you?" Karasawa blinked twice and gave a heartfelt suggestion.

Although he understood that if two high school students with a high level of force would be controlled by gangsters, and Kudo Shinichi was not as good as a goose, he would buy two bottles and get a sample pack, and pure side dishes.

But if Kudo is included, maybe the prisoner will die a more miserable death? For example, the angry Mao Lilan punched him into the ground one meter deep...

If you add such a picture, the story will suddenly look better.

"Why did you call him?" Hattori Heiji gave him a confused look, "I just stopped by to ask someone about the situation. It's not too important. Aren't you going to have class tomorrow?"

"Yes, after all, someone just wants to take advantage of the opportunity to stay in Tokyo for two more days and skip classes at the same time." Toyama and Ye puffed their cheeks and complained smoothly, "If you are a detective, you can go to school if you don't want to. Isn’t it very convenient to go to school?”

"Huh? You're so embarrassed to tell me, I can just take care of that matter. Why do you have to stay with me? Don't you want to go back to class?"

"Don't talk nonsense. My father didn't trust me, a girl, to drive such a long way back to Osaka by myself, so he let me go with you."

"He's not worried if you go back alone, but he's relieved if you come alone, right? I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. Didn't I tell you not to disturb Kudo and Maori..."

"Then you come here to make fun of others? Hattori Heiji, I think you are..."

The two people quickly re-entered the bickering enemy mode. The topic had completely deviated from the original direction, and they were immersed in the atmosphere of raising eyebrows at each other.

It seems that he can't think of me for a while.

Karasawa sighed secretly, silently took a few steps back, sat back on the seat outside the door of Polo Cafe, silently took out his mobile phone, and looked for Hattori Heizo's number.

He still had no hope for a high school student who couldn't tell his priorities.

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"Kusukawa? Could it be Kusukawa from Abedo Detective Agency? Cough, cough, cough..."

Mouri Kogoro waved his hand mid-sentence, and coughed violently. It wasn't until Karasawa turned off the fire on the stove that he calmed down.

"What you taught me is easy to say. Even this cigarette is too big." Looking at the range hood that was covered with oil in a short time, Mouri Kogoro couldn't help but murmured, "It's so big." It’s a fire, I feel like it’s quite troublesome to get started.”

"It would be easier to use the cafe's kitchen. The stove in your home is not big enough, and the suction power of the range hood is not sufficient." He glanced disdainfully at the small integrated range hood that Kogoro Mouri chose for aesthetics on the wall. , Tang Ze shook his head, "When it comes to cooking, this range hood is just a decoration."

"I can't go to the cafe downstairs just to learn how to cook. Cough, cough, the smell of smoke is really strong." Mouri Kogoro waved his hand in front of his nose, and was soon affected by the smell of oil on his hands. Nauseated again.

"Then seize the time and replace it with a high-power range hood. The money you save will be spent on the cutting edge." Tang Ze, a senior Chinese home-cooker, gave what he considered to be pertinent advice before changing the subject again, " Do you know this person named Kusukawa? Mr. Hattori mentioned his name, and Hattori and the others seemed to have come to Tokyo to find this person."

"We know each other. There are detectives from all backgrounds, but it's quite rare for someone to retire from the criminal police like me." Mouri Kogoro washed his hands, picked up the plated dishes, and followed behind Karasawa. At the dinner table, he answered casually, "He and I left the job for different reasons. He likes horse racing, rowing, and even bicycles. It should be said that he is the kind of person who would feel uncomfortable if he didn't bet on something."

"You know so clearly, could it be before..." Tang Ze drawled his voice and cast a malicious glance at Mao Lilan, who immediately became vigilant.

"Uh, no, no, I just play mahjong with him occasionally." After receiving his daughter's unkind gaze, Mouri Kogoro immediately waved his hands to deny, "He is a very exaggerated type, he went too far. He was listless and moody at work all day, so he was fired from the police force. I didn’t expect that he used to be a subordinate of the Toyama Criminal Division Director..."

Speaking of this, Mouri Kogoro's face was full of sighs.

Toyama Kazuha and Hattori Heiji's father are both quite capable among the contemporary police.

As Mouri Kogoro's peers, the two of them have basically climbed to the top of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters. Even now, Mouri Kogoro's boss at the time, Megure Jusan, has only reached the level of the police department. He is basically just working through his seniority. Don't make mistakes and improve step by step.

Therefore, if Nanchuan, who originally followed Toyama and Ye's father, had not resigned from his position due to personal conduct issues, with such a smart and capable boss, he might have been able to reach a very far position.

After learning about Nanchuan's original position, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional and a little bit proud.

At least my career plan is my own active choice!

"But it's okay. Kusukawa is a bit of a fool, but as long as he doesn't have any financial dealings with him, as a detective, he still abides by professional ethics." After sighing, Kogoro Mouri waved his hand casually, picked up his chopsticks, and He reached for the plate with an expectant look on his face.

Although he didn’t know where this boy Tang Ze learned his cooking skills, he was already hooked by the smell when he was just cooking. However, Tang Ze was determined not to allow him to take a taste secretly, so even if there was the smell of cooking smoke, he was now Still too greedy.

Then the tip of his chopsticks was accurately caught by the chopsticks stretched out by Mao Lilan.

"Dad..." She narrowed her eyes and moved closer unkindly, "You shouldn't keep in contact with this person, right?"

Under the threat of the new doctor's strong medical orders - although she always felt that Mouri Kogoro's physical condition did not seem to have collapsed to this extent - her father indeed stopped smoking cigarettes, and the frequency of drinking alcohol was also reduced. many.

This is also one of the strategies given by Tangze.

It is unrealistic to expect a middle-aged man whose life has been irregular for a long time, and who says he is working as a private detective, but in fact has a shabby schedule like a freelancer, to suddenly turn around overnight. A severe withdrawal reaction will also occur. It will trigger a serious backlash.

Therefore, the plan given by Tang Ze is to be strict and lenient, with a certain degree of relaxation.

Cigarettes must not be touched. According to him, he has seen many people who have quit smoking for more than ten years start smoking again due to a sudden relaxation or emotional breakdown, and the addiction becomes more serious.

When it comes to alcohol, you can turn a blind eye appropriately, but of course, it still needs to be strictly restricted on the surface. In this way, when he occasionally steals a drink or two, this feeling of happiness can make him content for a short period of time.

Only when it comes to gambling, Karasawa's attitude is so firm that he hardly looks like someone who lives in Japan where pachinko and horse racing are common.

"It's not just a matter of simple loss of money, classmate Lan." When Mao Lilan couldn't help but feel shaken because she stopped her father from watching horse racing many times, Tang Ze gave a very firm answer. , "I won't talk to you about academic issues, reward circuits, or dopamine secretion... I will only talk to you about human nature. Gambling is not about money, but about human nature. There has never been such a thing as 'small gambling for pleasure', Even if it is a small amount, the stimulation and expansion it brings are enough to destroy a person's concept of money that has persisted for more than ten or twenty years."

Seeing the blank expressions on both Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko, Karasawa sighed and put down the documents in his hands.

The thick psychology paper made a very solid muffled sound when placed on the desk, adding extra persuasiveness to Tangze's words.

"Suppose you take the entrance examination, go to college and graduate, and start working normally. Your salary at that time may be 200,000 to 400,000 yen per month. For this money, you have to commute very hard every day to and from work. You work overtime until you stand on the last bus home without anyone. Suddenly one day, you watch the game on TV and an idea arises. What if I give a thousand yen salary to win a horse race? Even if I win five One hundred yen, isn’t that the same as having an extra breakfast or a cup of coffee? Compared to those who are addicted to gambling, this idea is not too extreme, right? This can certainly be regarded as a small amount of gambling, right? "

Seeing the two girls nodding in unison, Tang Ze organized his words and continued.

"Suppose you win, you get yourself a cup of coffee money, and you happily buy a cup of coffee and go back to the company. The next day, it's the same time again, and you want to buy coffee again. What will you think at this time? , do you think, I won 500 yen yesterday, why not try again today. If you lose, just pretend you didn’t win yesterday, if you win, isn’t it just another cup of coffee?”

"It sounds like a very reasonable idea." Entering the scene that Tang Ze said, Mao Lilan couldn't help but nodded.

"Well, then on the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...if you lose and win in this process, you will gradually start to adapt to this way of obtaining money. Slowly, five hundred yen will be useful to you. It is no longer just half an hour of desk work, it has slowly become a matter of choosing a number. If you win a few times, your confidence will naturally begin to grow, and you will think, "I am so lucky," How about adding it to two thousand and giving it a try? Three thousand or four thousand?" As he spoke, many shadows flashed before Tang Ze's eyes.

In his previous life as an undercover agent, he had seen too much extreme evil, too much cruel blood and tears...

But what impressed him the most were those who were dragged into the quagmire by small sins, unconsciously, and walked into the abyss.

His distaste for these vices stems precisely from the fact that he has actually seen them and understands where they lead.

Mao Lilan, who had always been very lucky and rarely failed miserably in playing cards with others, used her already strong ability to empathize and her face slowly turned pale.

Indeed, as Tang Ze said, this kind of small temptation and small stimulation can easily make people lose their alertness.

"Gambling is such a cyclical process. You may think that it is inhumane and condescending for me to suddenly ask you to deal with your father's problem so harshly and without dignity...but believe me." Tang Ze said deeply. Looking at the girl sitting behind him, "There are always times when a person has negative emotions. When a person reaches middle age, he will have all kinds of dissatisfaction. If he really chooses this way to vent his emotions... don't cut off this The cycle, no one knows when everything will become irreversible. The pain now is for a better future, you have to be responsible for yourself and your mother, classmate Lan."

After withdrawing his thoughts, Mao Lilan looked at Mao Li Kogoro's somewhat stunned expression again, took a breath, and once again made up his mind.

"If I find out that you are still messing around with such a mess of people, I will be really rude, dad."

Although Maori Lan's tone of voice didn't change much and she still used very affectionate terms, Maori Kogoro couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, he seemed to see a burning, iron-blooded will in his daughter's soft and delicate face.

Damn it, my daughter is a good little girl, and she slowly turned into this. No matter how you think about it, it’s all the fault of Tang Ze, a bastard who makes up random ideas every day!

"I really haven't been in regular contact with him." After laughing twice, Mouri Kogoro hurriedly clarified, "These things were all said at the card table before. I haven't seen him for a long time. Oh, You see, I don’t even have Nanchuan’s phone number, I only have their office phone number... It’s just a normal social interaction with some colleagues, don’t be too nervous..."

After silently staring at her father's expression for a few seconds, Mao Lilan released her chopsticks again and picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork.

Well, in order not to show her shyness while wearing the costume, she didn't even dare to drink more water at noon, and now she was also very hungry.

"You look very good now, Dad. Come on, I believe Mom will see your determination. Well..." She chewed the pieces of meat in her mouth, her eyes slowly lit up, "You If she could learn this dish, she would be even happier. Karasawa, how do you make this? It’s very fragrant and delicious!”

"Twice-cooked pork." After watching the confrontation between father and daughter for a while, Tangze, who felt very satisfied with the meal, picked up the dishes leisurely.

"It's really delicious! If dad can't learn it, teach me how to make it!"

"Yeah, the twice-cooked pork cooked by that restaurant last time was not bullshit, right?"

"Hey, boy Tangze, don't say bad words in front of Xiaolan!"

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"Hey, I suddenly feel that becoming an adult is no good."

Holding a box of instant noodles, Kudo Shinichi sat in his home with Hattori Heiji and looked at each other. He smelled the faint and appetizing aroma of the two houses on the left and right, and forked a handful of noodles with great sadness.

He should have captured Tang Ze and stayed there for two days. Damn it, I'm used to eating their food, and now I feel so hungry!