The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"No matter what, you are much better than me, Kumail."

Standing in front of the entrance of the house, Belmod turned his head and looked at Kumail, who was smiling, but more like making sure she would not make any unnecessary moves than sending her out, and smiled.

"Don't tell me that you are thinking about meaningless things like 'I didn't kill Tang Zezhao completely, so there is still room for reconciliation between me and them'..." Tang Ze crossed his arms. Very rude and direct ridicule.

"Isn't it like this? He is still alive, and everything you plundered still has the possibility of returning to its original owner." Belmode rolled up his long hair, stuffed it back into the maintenance man's helmet again, lowered his head and said dullly. , "This is much better than me."

A cross-dresser like her always plays a similar role to Kumail in the organization.

Just like the painted-skinned ghosts from foreign legends, although their disguise masks do not need to peel off other people's skin, there is actually no difference. The people they replace will be sucked out of their bones and blood.

Take Tomaki Arata, if the FBI hadn't intervened and saved his life first, would she have let this innocent doctor go if she needed such a long-term identity as a cover?

Since Tang Zezhao is not really dead, there is still room for change in all the hatred, and the gap between Kumail and those children will not widen to the point where it is completely insurmountable.

This is already much better than her situation.

"What ridiculous things are you thinking about?" Tang Ze lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Tang Ze Zhao did survive, but it was me who made him what he is now. It is almost impossible for him to stand up again. Those irreversible things The pain will accompany him throughout his life. I am a sinner and the executioner who caused the tragedy. This is an unshakable fact. I never want to be forgiven by anyone. I do this only for myself."

Tang Ze raised his eyes and glanced at Belmod.

He did not use contact lenses, and his golden eyes, which had been inspired by power, showed an extremely sharp luster under the false lighting simulated by Noah, which made Belmod curl up his fingers.

"If this is the reason why you are so merciful, don't take any chances. The murderer is the murderer, and the criminal is the criminal. If you can't figure out where you stand, that's really sad, Belmod."

Tangze's sharp tone was sarcastic and sarcastic, and he pointed out the facts without mercy.

If the false story he fabricated for himself had actually happened, could a murderer who suddenly had a conscience before extinguishing the last chance of his victim be forgiven because of this trace of conscience?

No, even if it is standing in court, whether it can constitute a condition for commutation depends on the specific circumstances.

Kumail, who brought Karasawa to the extreme late, is not worthy of talking about mercy.

The same goes for Belmode who just let Shirley go.

Regardless of whether Karasawa sympathizes with Belmode or whether he was touched by her emotions at a certain moment, this is Karasawa's very clear basic position and will not waver.

"...Of course I know." Belmod was not angered by his sharp words. He curled his fingers for a moment and continued to arrange his clothes naturally.

She saw a familiar shadow in Kumail and a reflection of the past, so she naturally knew what kind of end she would end up with.

She just had a little hope in her heart, the last hope of a drowning person clinging to driftwood...

Maybe Kumail, the kid, doesn't have to end up in her situation.

Thinking of Kumail who refused to show any kindness to Karasawa before the basement door was closed, and how he mercilessly dragged the mutilated boy to the ground and watched coldly as he struggled in embarrassment, Bermod closed his eyes. Close your eyes.

Just pretend that she still harbors fantasies.

"After all, he is proof that you tried your best to resist fate. If you can...be kind to that child, Hoshikawa Teru."

With these last words behind him, Belmode stepped out of the door and disappeared in front of Tang Ze under the subtle distortion of light waves.

The door slammed shut behind her.

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"Uh-"

"Xingchuan, calm down Xingchuan!"

"It's okay, it's okay. Belmode won't scream like that every day..."

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Tangze, who was temporarily unable to sense the chaos in the monitoring room, was standing calmly, listening to the new information given by Leon.

【rank up! Rank 4]

[You prepare a drama for the caged bird, paint a false sky and spring day, and tell her that she is not alone.

This is a fictional stage setting, this is a world where trust and reality do not exist, this is a theater you design for one person.

Amidst the lies and falsehoods, you also know very well in your heart that she has indeed glimpsed a certain corner of your soul and reflected a certain aspect of you.

What do you see in this mirror that does not reflect reality, guest? 】

[Acquire the ability "a trace of kindness" (quick conversation/slight increase in persuasion)]

Tangze looked at the tarot cards floating in his hand and couldn't help but laugh.

The ability gained by relying on lies further enhances the persuasiveness of lies...

So instead of seeing through his true purpose, what Belmode wanted was a grander show, a lie that was seamless enough to give her comfort?

I'm really sorry.

This absurd lie and drama, gaining Belmode's trust is just a means to achieve the goal, not the goal itself, and the only good intention he can give Belmode is probably the opposite of her expectations.

Tang Ze closed his five fingers, letting the translucent Tarot disappear silently in front of his eyes. Before he could retract the cold expression on his face, a pair of hands reached out from behind and tightly strangled Tang Ze's neck.

"I'm going to fight you!"

"Ahem, what are you doing, why are you so excited, didn't you say it yourself, to be part of the miracle, just say whether it is a miracle or not!"

"Is this what you mean by miracle?! You can make up whatever you want, but don't let me see it, okay?!"

"Hey, hey, stop fighting you two, hey, why did you even take out the mask, if you fight Noah again, I will kick you out..."

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"Puff——"

Tang Ze dodged predictively and didn't let the water coughed out by Amuro Toru spray on him.

He picked up the rag beside the bar and wiped the water stains on the table. He also casually complained: "Hey, isn't this good? Every time I asked you to cooperate with me to create some misunderstandings for Belmode, I think you can't accept it. This time I don't need to bother you. The play is over. How good is it, Mr. Toru?"

"Don't call me that!" Amuro Toru's eyebrows jumped suddenly. He stopped Tang Ze from teasing him. He glanced at the suspicious trembling back of the booth in the corner with his back to him, and silently clenched his fists.

He did know in advance about the youth pain and twisted literature that Tang Ze had created, but it didn't stop him from holding back.

Until now, he still didn't understand how Belmode had such a strange internal logic, and how Tang Ze discovered and integrated it.

In fact, as long as the method works, it is not difficult to understand that undercover agents do things that break the bottom line if they can achieve their goals. Considering Tang Ze's arrangements carefully, no one was really hurt because of this. It was a well-packaged lie from beginning to end, which is a good strategy.

——But who can remedy the mental trauma caused to him? !

Looking at the way the guy in the corner was laughing, Amuro Toru could guess without asking that Tang Ze was not the only one who saw the storytelling scene this time.

"Now I have truly gained the trust of Vermouth. She thinks she has the upper hand over me and has figured out my purpose. I can easily collect a lot of information from now on." Tang Ze withstood Amuro Toru's death gaze, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "Isn't this a good thing? Her authority is much higher than you and me."

"Is it just to get information?" Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, looked at the confident expression on Tang Ze's face, and snorted, "I think you have more ideas."

If Tang Ze was really just an ordinary student who came undercover in the organization, Amuro Toru could barely accept his words.

However, combined with the true ability of the other party's heart thief, the credibility of this passage is questionable.

If the heart thief wants to get information, does he really need to set up so many twists and turns, and must gain the wholehearted trust of Vermouth? Why does he not believe it?

Compared with this set of open statements, it is more reasonable to regard it as a disguised rebellion or even mental brainwashing.

If this story continues, when Vermouth really completely agrees with Kumail's approach, what will Vermouth choose if the organization's orders are at odds with Kumail's goals? What's more, if Kumail wants to be an enemy of someone in the organization, what will Vermouth do?

This is completely beyond the scope of simply getting closer.

"There are indeed more ideas." Tang Ze smiled implicitly, "But now there is no sign of it, so I won't talk about it first. I'll tell you when there is a clue."

He really has a wide range of goals. Not only does he want to get secrets and intelligence, he is even considering how to make Vermouth a sharp knife to cut the organization, and even has some ideas and action routes.

However, it is too shocking to say it in advance, but it is not true. It is better to wait until it really comes to that step before explaining it clearly.

Feeling that he had explained the plot progress with his co-star, Tang Ze changed the subject and talked about the issue they had discussed before: "How is your investigation of the psychologist named Kiharakawa? Is the problem serious?"

He directly ignored the option of no problem and fast-forwarded to the step of assessing the degree of risk.

Judging from the other party's appearance, if there is no problem, then the one with the problem should be Tang Ze.

"It is not certain at present, but the problem is estimated to be not too small." Amuro Toru glanced at the person who was drinking tea in the corner and seemed not to come to participate in the topic, shook his head, put the cup beside him into the sink, and answered casually, "This guy's resume is quite clean, and I can't see any possible connection with cognitive psychology. But he does have some relationship with your father."

"What kind of relationship?" Tang Ze continued to ask without much surprise.

If it is similar to Fudo Kyosuke, if you check the personal situation a little bit, you can find that he is also a supporter of cognitive psychology, then there is no need to ask more questions. It is difficult for ordinary guys with this method to cause serious problems, so just handcuff him and take him away.

Since nothing can be found now, either this guy is indeed fine, or the problem is too big and hidden deep, so the ordinary intelligence network can't reach it at all.

"He and your father... can be regarded as a senior and junior relationship." Amuro Toru gave an answer that Tang Ze did not expect, "He was your father's junior in graduate school, and they were taught by the same instructor."

"Ah, it's actually my father's junior?" Tang Ze was surprised.

Tang Ze Ikawa's parents died relatively early, and he lacked social connections, which made Tang Ze forget that he theoretically had many classmates and colleagues.

Japan's graduate school is a higher education institution with a higher degree after undergraduate studies. The school system is similar to that of Chinese postgraduates, divided into the early stage and the late stage, which is roughly equivalent to the concept of master's and doctoral degrees.

Tang Ze Ikawa was an excellent talent with excellent grades in undergraduate education. He not only has a doctorate in clinical medicine, but also a bachelor's degree in biology. In addition, he made a name in the medical field at a young age, and he was a person who could leave his name in the column of famous alumni.

If it weren't for the fact that the academic direction of his research was too crazy, this guy would have been a member of the academic clique.

"Not only is he your father's junior, but he used to work in the same department as your father." Toru Amuro shrugged and gave Tang Ze a look that said "you know what I mean."

Tang Ze understood and said "oh" in a long tone.

It seems that the problem is not small.

Tang Ze Ikawa has been deeply involved in psychology for many years, but his medical qualification certificate has always been for surgery, and his professional resume only has one department, neurosurgery.

Until Tang Ze was diagnosed with autism when he was young, Tang Ze Ikawa did not give up his identity as a surgeon - academic research is academic research, and no one gives funding anyway. It's not illegal to talk nonsense, but people have to make a living in the world. Why not do this with such good surgical skills?

What Toru Amuro meant by this sentence is that Kiharakawa was originally a neurosurgeon like Tang Ze Ikawa.

However, he is now recognized as a psychiatrist and successfully joined Teitan High School.

"... His hand was also cut by a colleague?" Although he knew it was unlikely, Tang Ze couldn't help but complain.

Is psychology a hot topic in this world, or does being a psychologist here not require additional certification? Why did these surgeons switch to the psychiatry department after a disagreement?

"Well, maybe it's because he has always been an open admirer of Karasawa Ikawa..." Amuro Toru glanced at Karasawa's face, his expression more meaningful, "Maybe it was during school."

Following the excellent predecessors he admired, he studied all the way, became a disciple of the same mentor, went to work in the same hospital, and then followed Karasawa Ikawa's footsteps without hesitation to become a psychologist...

Karasawa put down the coffee in his hand with a subtle expression.

"That really hurts people a lot. Studying psychology is really a dead end..."

While studying, either people die or become insane.

Thinking of his father whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Karasawa couldn't help sighing.

But this didn't prevent Karasawa from continuing to think that Kiharakawa was suspicious.

"So what is the purpose of this guy coming here? To give me some warmth of home? I really don't need a father, I don't need a wild one."

Amuro Toru vaguely felt that this sentence was not a good word: "..."