The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Please take care of Tang Ze-kun? Why do you suddenly have such a strange request?"

"Well, Tang Ze's situation is quite special, and you should know this, Mr. Kihara. He has been in a bad state these days, and we are all very worried that something will happen to him. Anyway..."

Conan, who sneaked into the teaching building of Teitan High School, listened to the noise on the other end, and listened to Mao Lilan's excuse that there was something about Tang Ze that she needed to tell Kihara Chuan, quietly placed the eavesdropping device, and took a deep breath.

This guy is very likely to be related to cognitive science, so naturally there is a high probability that he is connected to the organization. He must be prepared for the other party to quickly detect the failure of the eavesdropping.

Anyway, the purpose of this eavesdropping is not to obtain any intelligence or information, but mainly to listen to Tang Ze's treatment process. If the eavesdropping device is really discovered, he will find a way to interrupt Tang Ze's treatment immediately and prioritize the other party's safety.

Tang Ze's mental state is already unstable. If a psychologist who doesn't know the details is allowed to contact him, the threat to Tang Ze may be greater than the organization.

There was a movement in the psychological counseling room over there. After Mao Lilan left, Muharakawa seemed to be preparing for the next meeting. The friction sound of the table dragging on the floor and the sound of the curtain moving on the slide seemed to be changing the layout of the counseling room with great effort.

After a long time of busy work, Conan only heard the crisp sound of paper turning pages and the slight collision sound of the knob as it was adjusted. After waiting for four or five minutes, he finally heard the sound of the door opening again.

The chair moved, and the spring was pressed. It seemed that Tang Ze and Muharakawa sat on the sofa and office chair respectively, preparing to officially start treatment and conversation.

"Kang Ze, good afternoon." Muharakawa's voice was steady and soft, "Mori said that you have had severe insomnia these days, and it seems to have triggered some bad memories. Are you in pain, Tang Ze?"

"... It's okay. I just can't sleep a little bit, it's normal." Tang Ze paused for a few seconds before answering his question, his voice was flat, no different from usual.

If Conan hadn't seen this guy sitting downstairs with his eyes wide open, staring at the light bulb, he would have thought that Tang Ze's condition was really fine.

"Really? I thought you would be a little nervous about my appearance like last time. Have you adjusted yourself, or have your dissociative symptoms worsened, so you can't give sharp emotional feedback now?"

Kiharakawa's voice was lowered a little, and the gentle rhythm slowly penetrated into it, making his plain voice have a sense of frustration, and a kind of gentleness of narration.

Even Conan, who had been vigilant and prepared for it, couldn't help but relax a little with his voice.

Realizing his relaxation, he immediately woke up and touched the earphones in his ears, and couldn't help but become more vigilant.

This person's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, which suddenly reminded Conan of the strange tone of Joker with a sense of mystery.

Could it be that he really has abilities similar to Joker's...

"I'm not sure, Dr. Kihara, but I do have some insomnia."

"Why? Do you think your brain is too excited and active, or do you have any concerns about the sleeping environment?"

"Maybe the latter. I don't really want to stay in a closed little room."

"Well, I see..."

Accompanied by the regular rustling sound of the pen tip, Kiharakawa, like the diligent and responsible psychologist in Conan's impression or imagination, began to constantly ask Tang Ze about his feelings, and occasionally chatted about Tang Ze's situation in Tokyo and Izu these days. The situation of counseling and conversation seemed to be very ideal.

Conan patiently listened to Kiharakawa's conversation. Although he didn't dare to determine whether this person had other intentions, he was sure that this doctor's professional ability was indeed good.

The rhythm of his speech was slow, and there was almost no preset conversation content. He kept using questions to guide Tang Ze to take the initiative to mention his emotions or communication problems.

He couldn't tell whether this was very professional, but his intuition told him that this guy was definitely better than the guy like Fudo Kyosuke who liked to say a lot of guiding content.

Conan, who only eavesdropped through the audio, didn't have a very obvious feeling, but Tangze, who was sitting opposite Kiharakawa, really felt it.

It's unclear whether Kiharakawa has learned enough from Tangze Ikawa, but in terms of psychotherapy, he may have really learned some of his father's true teachings.

Unlike the last time when they surrounded him and almost forced him to answer, today's psychological counseling room has obviously been arranged in a targeted manner.

The curtains were all drawn up, and no light source with too cold a tone was chosen. A warm yellow floor lamp was placed next to the sofa.

The dim light enveloped the sofa, but did not include Kiharakawa, who was sitting opposite him and recording something. This made the patient who was clearly under observation have the illusion that he was not being stared at firmly and was still closed and safe.

The whole room seemed like a quiet world, and the atmosphere was particularly peaceful.

If he was really in a state of nervous tension and frightened stress as he acted, he could be soothed by such an environment.

"...I roughly understand the situation. In short, you recalled some experiences in the closed environment, so your emotions are a little out of control. Don't deny it, I think you are not really calm now, it's more like a self-protection mechanism, trying to separate your emotions from your consciousness."

As Kiharakawa spoke, he slowly leaned forward and put half of his face into the range of the light.

"Although you don't realize it, you are still nervous. Let go of your hands. You are holding the sofa cover too tightly. If you continue like this, your fingers will swell."

Tangze followed his words and looked down at his hands on both sides of his legs. He pretended to have just realized it and pulled his hands back suddenly.

Taking advantage of the time to lower his head, Tangze narrowed his eyes and looked at his shadow on the ground with interest.

In this environment and this tone, he didn't need to use his brain to guess what Kiharakawa wanted to do.

It seems that the information provided by Mao Lilan to Kiharakawa is very important to him. "Tangze's mental state is unstable and his memory is fluctuating" is more tempting than the phenomenon.

When people face difficult problems, they will instinctively want to use the part they are best at.

Why is it that we can easily confirm whether the murderer is left-handed or right-handed only by examining the traces? It is mainly because under extreme conditions such as committing a crime, people will instinctively use their more powerful and familiar hands to operate the murder weapon, even if the power of the other hand may be able to achieve the same effect. This is still the case. This is an instinctive reaction.

Now Tang Ze is a problem for Muharakawa.

This proves that Muharakawa, as a psychotherapist, is best at...

"I have talked to your current guardian. You seem to have some resistance to drug treatment. You also need some adjustments in dosage and specific medication. Let's not consider the medication plan for now. I want to try some other therapies today. Are you willing to try it, Tang Ze?"

I'm here, waiting here.

"If, you don't need to take medicine." Following his words, Tang Ze nodded and did not refuse.

Even if Muharakawa didn't introduce the following content, Tang Ze knew what was going on.

Muharakawa should want to hypnotize him.

This was not beyond Tang Ze's expectations. It should be said that it was because he had some guesses about Kiharakawa's method that he chose to show the symptom of being unable to sleep due to anxiety to Amuro Toru after discussing it with him.

His mental state was not good, he could not sleep, and he had very clear symptoms, so it was natural for Kiharakawa to propose some interventional therapies.

Upstairs, Conan, who was a little sleepy after being told by Kiharakawa in a steady voice, caught the key words and immediately became alert.

"Have you heard of hypnosis therapy, Tang Zejun? This should be very famous. Whenever it comes to psychology, there will inevitably be a lot of discussions about this thing."

"You mean, the technology of using suggestion to control people...?"

"It's not that exaggerated. Many literary and film and television works exaggerate its effects and forms of expression. In fact, it is a technique that allows you to relax as much as possible, make some positive suggestions, and avoid the influence of negative emotions and trauma. It still relies on communication and communication. If people are so easy to control, how invincible would psychologists be?"

"Is it, is it..."

"Well, and this kind of treatment requires the cooperation of the patient. If there is a concept of consciously resisting suggestion, it is also difficult to succeed. I think our communication is not sufficient, and you don't trust me enough, so this is just an attempt. Even if it fails, don't be depressed or worried. This is a very normal phenomenon."

"So, there will be no experience of real loss of consciousness, right?"

"Yes, I promise that even if the treatment is successful, your consciousness will be clear throughout the whole process and have autonomy."

The treatment room fell into silence again.

It was unknown where Mao Lilan had placed the bug, but this time, Conan could hear Tang Ze's clear breathing. Obviously, Tang Ze was also thinking and struggling.

But Conan was not going to wait.

He stood up and ran downstairs, trying to find Mao Lilan who was waiting anxiously, and try to stop the treatment from continuing.

In any case, hypnosis, a treatment method involving cognitive modification, is in the hands of a person who is proficient in cognitive hypnosis. Whether it is still a conventional hypnosis treatment, no one can say for sure.

Even if he was listening in, due to the different contact environment and the difference in the five senses, he felt very different from Tang Ze who was actually facing Muhara River based on hearing alone, and the safety of this treatment could no longer be guaranteed.

However, when he just found Mao Lilan and had not found a chance to call her away alone, Tang Ze, who had been silent for a long time, had made a choice on the other side of the bug.

"Then, I'll leave it to you, Dr. Muhara."

"Why did Tang Ze..." Conan gritted his teeth.

This is too imprudent. How can you agree to the new treatment proposed by such a person whose safety is unknown?

Conan, who could only hear Karasawa's voice, fell into anxiety. However, in his invisible perspective, Karasawa, who was sitting on the sofa, gave Kiharakawa a bitter smile of giving up, and his half-closed eyes were faintly flickering.

Come on, come closer, let me take a closer look, what is hidden under your stolen mask...

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On the other side of Tokyo, Ireland, who was carefully smoothing the stolen mask, pressed the corners of the mask to make sure that every part of it was well-fitted on his face, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

While wiping off the water droplets, he glanced at the closed compartment door behind him and clenched his teeth.

Otherwise, he would almost be unable to control the urge to grind his teeth, considering that it was inappropriate for his current status to make such an expression.

What's going on with these policemen in Tokyo?

After being invited to contact this serial murder case related to mahjong tiles, according to Adachi Toru's original plan, Shi Shiran came to the Metropolitan Police Department to report, and by the way, he was prepared to inquire about other police officers in the joint investigation team of the case.

You know, in the first two days of the meeting, other people in the organization need to sneak in to make preparations. Just in case, he needs to collect information in advance to facilitate Belmode's actions.

His abacus was very good, and he even took into account Adachi Toru's background that he had worked in Tokyo many years ago, and made several drafts for the next contact. He thought that the disguise was perfect.

Unexpectedly, within twenty minutes of entering the Metropolitan Police Department, he almost failed.

On the pretext of learning about the case, he had just found the office area of ​​the First Investigation Division, picked a pretty policewoman who looked easy to talk to, and leaned over to start a conversation, when he was suddenly splashed with tea in the face.

He was really frightened. He almost thought that someone would see through his disguise in one encounter and that he would be exposed before he even started to act.

As a result, the woman actually said that she was careless? !

Do these policemen think he is a fool? ! How can anyone have such slippery hands that they spill the tea on the table directly onto someone's face?

Isn't that just throwing a cup of tea in his face?

What is this? It’s workplace bullying with Japanese characteristics. It’s discriminatory against police officers from small places who have not yet been established, right? !

After taking a minute to adjust his emotions, Ireland walked out of the bathroom and was about to walk towards the Search Class 1 when a hurried police officer brushed his shoulder and ran past.

The man kept looking at his watch while running, holding a stack of documents tightly in his hand, as if he was in a hurry to deliver something and had no time to pay attention to what was going on around him.

Therefore, when Ireland was unprepared and was stepped on hard by him, her toes hurt, and she almost fell split on the smooth tiles in front of the toilet. She frowned and turned her head, and the other person's back had disappeared around the corner. Can't find it.

Ireland was very angry, but didn't know who to be angry about: "..."

Chiba, who was running headlong, slowed down as soon as he turned the corner. He looked at his colleagues who were already standing there waiting, and gestured with his thumb: "I stepped on it. It was very heavy. I heard the sound of that guy pumping air-conditioning." ”

"Good job." Takagi Wataru patted his shoulder, "Did it leave any marks? I think he likes his leather shoes, they are shiny and new."

"I kept it. I walked around the corridor that was being renovated and maintained..."

Miwako Sato looked at her colleagues who were high-fiving each other in congratulations, and shook her head: "I'm not a primary school student. It's childish to step on someone's toes as revenge."

Shiratori Rensaburo, who was more restrained than the last time he joined in the fun, heard this and turned to look at her without saying anything. Seeing that beautiful face, he didn't have the nerve to complain.

You were not mature enough when you poured tea on him, Miwako...

However, even though he has no interest in participating, this kind of rubbish policeman who bullies minors in prison based on his position will definitely not object if someone punishes him.