The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Tangze's condition is very bad.

This point can be easily concluded without careful observation.

So before answering, Conan, who had already raised his hand to block the dazzling light for a while, reached out and dimmed the light in front of Tang Ze.

No matter what the reason is, sitting here in the dark and staring at such a bright light source will really hurt your eyes even if it doesn't affect your mental state.

"Is it because of Toru Adachi?" Conan asked bluntly.

According to Karasawa, with his extraordinary memory that is almost photographic, there are very few things that he cannot remember.

The only past that he currently has vague memories of is his seemingly real and illusory memory errors caused by that unjust, false and wrong case.

"Maybe." Tangze raised a hand, pressed his forehead hard, and whispered softly, "I dreamed that I was lying in a dark place. It was very narrow, like a coffin. I couldn't get through it. I was so angry that I scratched the surrounding walls desperately, trying to escape from there..."

This was the first "symptom" he prepared after discussing with Toru Amuro - claustrophobia caused by trauma and limited existence.

Although the illness was said to be false and Tang Ze did not recall the exact footage, their speculation was not made out of thin air.

It is known that Tangze has had problems with his memory. The organization's main medical equipment is a fully enclosed medical cabin similar to the "cocoon" used by Noah's Ark. During the two months he fell into the organization, has he ever experienced anything like this? What about your experience?

Tangze thinks the answer is yes.

Moreover, this description is not entirely fabricated.

Ever since he went to that strange room with unknown meaning in the subway, when Karasawa fell asleep in the Velvet Bar, he was no longer always in a dreamless sleep, and would have flashbacks of some weird episodes from time to time.

Karasawa speculated that this may have something to do with his specious "archive" or "multi-week project". Some information that does not exist in this time was leaked through the velvet room, the interlayer between chaos and reality. come over.

Tangze, who believed that this was inseparable from the organization, immediately used it to collect information.

Regardless of whether these memories are really from those two months, or come from an archive that has been abandoned by me, there is no doubt that the organization that can do such a thing is an organization, and it is not an injustice to them, right?

Tang Ze gently closed his dry eyes.

"After I woke up, I didn't dare to stay in the attic. As long as I turned off the lights, the attic would be dark without even a faint moonlight."

Claustrophobia, and perhaps alkalosis from anxiety attacks.

Conan was equally quick to make judgments.

He then looked at the big lamp in front of Tang Ze that had its lampshade removed and was so bright that even the third floor could see the light: "Well, this lamp is..."

"I don't want to stay in the cafe, I can only find this light." Tang Ze stared straight at the bright light bulb, his voice was so light that it almost blended into the night.

"If you turn it on so brightly, you'll have to keep an eye out for problems."

"I know, I just..." Tang Ze covered his eyes and sighed slowly, "If I don't open it brightly enough, I feel like I can only see a round spot of light. Then I will remember Something else. My eyes were covered with a frosted translucent film, and then the film was cut open by something. Then, some liquid entered the eyes, and the light turned into a round spot..."

As he spoke, his fingertips exerted force, leaving several nail marks on his face, and he seemed to have lost the ability to continue describing.

But Conan, who has a wealth of knowledge, already understood.

"Stop talking." Conan turned off the lamp on the table and stopped Tangze from describing, "I already understand."

It's all eye surgery.

First use a fixator to open the eyelids, then prepare the skin, use a scalpel to cut the surgical surface, and then drip lidocaine for infiltration for local anesthesia...

There is no need for Karasawa to continue what follows, for Conan to understand his fear.

It's nothing more than a sharp scalpel or a sharp syringe, and no matter which one it is, his vitreous body will be affected, and then it will become cloudy and blurred, and only a distorted, even blood-colored light and shadow can be seen...

For Tang Ze, who has lost his memory and does not understand the cause and effect, these processes that cannot be explained as treatment or torture will indeed cause him very serious mental pressure...

I recalled so many frightening traumatic moments at once, and I didn’t know what Adachi Toru said to Karasawa.

Conan really wanted to suggest that Tang Ze find a psychiatrist, or simply contact relatives and friends to recommend a psychiatrist and take Tang Ze to see a doctor, but thinking about Tang Ze's troubled family background and complicated state, he couldn't help but hesitate.

To be honest, he felt a little psychological shadow when he saw the word "psychiatrist". No matter who came, he couldn't guarantee that it would not be detrimental to Tang Ze at all.

And as far as the few psychiatrists you can refer to are concerned, even if you are a psychiatrist with good medical ethics and acceptable qualifications, after carefully reading Tang Ze's medical records and understanding Tang Ze's medical history, your medical mind may have deteriorated... …

He had a headache, otherwise he would borrow a set of books from Xiaolan and study on his own.

"...Get some sleep first." Conan, who couldn't think of a solution for a while, had no choice but to advise, "Have you taken out the quilt?"

Karasawa, who blinked blankly as he stared at the darkened streets, raised his head, looked at the waxing moon hanging in the sky, and shook his head dully.

"Otherwise... forget it, give me your key." Conan looked at the stairs leading to Maori's house, then at the dark cafe behind him, scratched his head, and stretched out his hand helplessly.

It was too late. Going upstairs to get the quilt would definitely disturb Xiaolan and the others. Tang Ze refused to go in now, so he had to do it for him. He went to the attic to find something warm for Tang Ze.

Karasawa, who was curled up on the outdoor sofa, slowly squirmed twice, as if it took him some time to understand what he was saying. He slowly took something out of his pocket and handed it to Conan.

There were only three keys, hanging on a mermaid-shaped keychain. The ugly and rough appearance made it look like a specialty brought back from the American island.

Conan caught the bunch of keys, smiled while stroking the pendant, and walked quickly to the cafe.

His night vision was pretty good, and he had a watch flashlight in his hand. He effortlessly passed through the coffee shop with tables and chairs turned upside down, and opened the attic door.

Knowing that his strength was limited, he did not choose a heavy quilt, but rolled up the blanket on the bed randomly, trying to adjust it into a shape that would not affect walking.

In a hurry, several photos that were originally bundled in the blanket flew out.

The flashlight light swept past, and Conan's movements suddenly froze. He didn't care about the blanket in his hand that was about to be dragged to the ground, and squatted down to take a closer look.

Those were some very brand-new photo papers. They were newly developed and had some slight curvature.

Karasawa stood in front of the height line with his number and name in hand and a look of dismay on his face.

This is a photo of Tangze when he was imprisoned.

In addition, there is him wearing prison uniform squatting in the corner of the cell, standing in the dock of the court with his head bowed silently, and...

His face was bruised and scarred, clearly beaten, one eye was red and bloodshot, and he was stamped on the ground.

The photos did not actually reveal any information, they almost just photographed Karasawa alone, but the perspective of these photos, that is, the identity of the photographer, suddenly became apparent.

A person who had full access to Tang Ze, who could take pictures in the prison without restraint, and even walked into the cell and attacked him directly...

"Adachi Toru..." Conan gritted his teeth slightly.

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"Do not use any detergent to clean the mask. Even if it is dirty, simply rinse it with water. Treat your skin before wearing it, otherwise wearing it for a long time for many days may cause contact inflammation..."

While clearing away the cosmetics on the table, Belmode explained the precautions in a businesslike tone. When he looked up, he saw Ireland, whose appearance had changed, holding his head and leaning on the table without saying a word.

"What's wrong, are you feeling unwell?" Belmod raised his eyebrows, "I remember confirming before that you don't have any allergies."

"No, it's nothing." Ireland shook his head and pressed his forehead that was beating wildly with a strange look on his face.

An indescribable premonition enveloped him, giving him a feeling of trepidation.

What's going on? It's his sixth sense that's reminding him that there may be unknown dangers in this mission...

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with his disguise, Belmode was not interested in exploring the thoughts of his enemy colleagues. He just quickly put away the tools in front of him and stood up again.

"It's not my turn to talk about the mission. If anything happens to you in disguise while you are operating with the police, I suggest you contact Kumail directly. It will be more convenient for him to come to support than me."

Ireland gritted his back molars, and the veins in his temples, which were already jumping, became more and more bulging.

Did this woman come here intentionally to disgust him...

"I'm telling the truth. You can't deal with him, and you can't deal with him. I advise you to calm down your mentality as soon as possible." Belmode lowered his eyes and looked at Ireland's image with pity, whose image has changed drastically, "Don't underestimate it. Those policemen."

What's more important is that you may not only be unable to defeat a smart kid like Kumail, but even a cool guy who is still a child is drunk enough.

Belmod, who had already heard about the identity of another "advisor" from Ireland, secretly shook his head.

"I won't bother you with how I do my job." Ireland stuffed his police officer ID card into his breast pocket and rolled his eyelids.

He could see that although Belmode showed no obvious signs, just by listening to the tone of these words, her mentality was different from the previous one, and she was almost completely won over by Kumail.

Every one of his supports currently seems to be a bit hostile to him. The only relatively neutral Belmod is also eager to sell him.

This mission was literally surrounded by enemies on all sides.

"Then I wish you good luck." Belmode covered his mouth and chuckled, then picked up the bag on the table and evacuated the residence in Ireland without any regrets.

It is still unclear whether what Kumel said "Irish tried to use Edogawa Conan's identity as a handle for Gin" is true, but the opposite cannot be proven, and it cannot be falsified.

Out of caution, she prefers that Kumail will not take advantage of personal grudges. Even if Ireland has not discovered the cool guy's tricks yet, he may become suspicious after he really comes into contact with the Mori family as Toru Adachi. .

Since that's the case, he's still a hidden threat, so there's no need to take care of him too much.

Having already assumed that Ireland might be an enemy that needs to be eliminated, Vermouth replied to the email without a pause.

[The identity has been handed over. Before the mission is over, don't let Adachi Toru have any chance to get out.

The locator has been installed for you, so you must pay attention. ]

Sitting downstairs, Tang Ze, who had wrapped himself into a ball under Conan's complicated gaze, slowly swayed twice, and after confirming that Conan, who kept looking back every three steps, had gone up to the third floor, he adjusted his posture and took out his phone to check.

Although Vermouth's words were written very plainly, the clear murderous intent had already seeped out from between the lines.

What she meant was that once it was confirmed that Ireland really threatened Conan and discovered his true identity, he'd better fly over and snipe the other party like he did against her in the past.

Is this the power of a godmother? Ireland, you're on your own.

Irish whiskey has been collected on the wine rack, so Tang Ze, who has long discounted the importance of Ireland, put away his mobile phone with a smile, closed his eyes, and went to drink with Leon.

He will remember to drink two more glasses of Irish whiskey to see his colleague off.

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"Let Tang Ze go to see Dr. Kihara?" Mao Lilan, who got up early to wash, heard this request and looked strange, "Didn't you think that Dr. Kihara might not have more contact with Tang Ze..."

"I don't think he is a good candidate either. But Tang Ze's condition is really bad." Conan frowned and said seriously, "You will know when you go downstairs."

Although he went to bed at 2 o'clock, Conan, who was very uneasy in his heart, turned over and climbed up at 6 o'clock.

He hurried to climb to the window and saw Tang Ze, who was still wrapped in a blanket, slowly standing up on the street in the early morning and trying to pack up and return to the cafe.

Tang Ze really slept outside all night, and this realization made Conan feel his forehead throbbing.

The stimulation given by Adachi Toru's photos caused Tang Ze's originally stable mental state to decline sharply. This trip not only failed to relax Tang Ze, but also made him contact Adachi Toru again, which made him worse. It was really a loss.

"Hey, I also asked Tang Ze, he doesn't want to go to the hospital's psychiatric department." Mao Lilan twisted her fingers together, also worried, "Maybe it was the incident with Fudo Kyosuke that made him feel resistant to the psychiatric department. Otherwise, let Sonoko find a better doctor..."

"Tang Ze doesn't cooperate, and we don't trust other doctors." Conan pursed his lips, "He still insists on going to school, so let's just let that Kiharakawa treat him first."

This matter is very worrying.

The patient himself is afraid of medical treatment, and the previous attending doctors, that is, Tang Ze's own parents, have passed away.

Tang Ze has no trusted doctors in Tokyo, and psychological treatment is a very personal matter.

Even if they are willing to choose a good doctor for Tang Ze, due to the special nature of the treatment, it is difficult for them to obtain the details of Tang Ze's treatment through normal means.

The remaining method seems to be only...

"You said before that Dr. Kihara had an appointment with Mr. Amuro, and had already agreed with Tang Ze on the time and plan for treatment?" Conan thought about it and confirmed again.

"Yes, in order not to affect the normal work at school, Dr. Kihara said that Tang Ze should go to the psychological counseling room to find him during the club time after school." The current psychological counselor Mao Lilan nodded with certainty.

Tang Ze, who has not yet repaired his relationship with his classmates, of course has no club. According to Okita Souji, Tang Ze did not join any club in the past, so this time is already the end of school for him.

Conan calculated Teitan's schedule and nodded.

"Okay. Then help me find a way to put this thing in the psychological counseling room."

"What is this?" Mao Lilan took the sticker he handed over and touched it, thinking.

I feel like it looks familiar...

"Uh, it's a tracker, the doctor's little invention..." Conan instinctively swallowed the fact that it can also eavesdrop, and cleared his throat, "I'll go over there and take a look."

For now, the only way is to use eavesdropping, which is a bit immoral, to keep a close eye on Tang Ze!

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"Is Tang Ze going to deal with that guy named Kiharakawa? Have you figured out his situation?" As soon as Morobushi Kagemitsu, who was also preparing to have breakfast, sat down, he heard this news.

Because the Phantom Thieves were going on a trip, they temporarily put aside the issue of the unscrupulous psychologist, and suddenly heard this name, which was a bit strange.

After experiencing the grand resurrection of Matsuda Jinpei and the travel gags, he almost forgot that there was such a guy hiding in the shadows who was plotting something bad.

"Karazawa said that he has confirmed that the palace has been moved to Teitan High School. He has made preparations to deceive that guy once." Yawning, Asai Narimi took the cat, which was indeed partly bleached, off the dining table and put his plate away. "We don't need to worry, probably."

It involves the research of Karasawa's school and organization. This kind of thing, like the last time when Fudo Kyousuke was in charge, has always been handled by Amuro Toru. In addition, the location is Teitan High School, and there are Karasawa's friends such as Mori Ran, so they can't even squeeze in to worry about it.

Finally, Matsuda Jinpei, who no longer needed to disguise himself, leaned back in his chair in a relaxed state, slowly drinking his coffee, and said vaguely: "It's better to pay attention to the investigation team that has united multiple locations, Master Jing. It seems that your brother is coming."

"...Ah?"