The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Of course I can see it."

With this dreamlike murmur, Conan found that the breathing sound from Muharakawa, which he could originally capture clearly, paused for a few seconds, as if this gentle answer was so powerful that he couldn't help holding his breath.

Conan, who didn't understand the situation, leaned against the corridor outside the psychological counseling room, touched the anesthesia watch on his wrist, and frowned.

He more or less felt that Tang Ze was willing to accept the other party's treatment, as if he knew that he was eavesdropping and was trying to spy on Muharakawa's true purpose through him.

Recalling the slight friction sound from the eavesdropping device before Tang Ze answered this sentence, he felt that he was not self-indulgent.

It's also true that if Conan had no preparation, he would never ask him to take the initiative to accept Muharakawa's treatment if he had known that there was a problem with Muharakawa's background.

Although they didn't communicate in advance, they have been friends for so long, and the tacit understanding between them still exists.

Of course, even without these prerequisites, now, part of Tang Ze's life-threatening safety has been handed over to him, and he has the obligation to ensure Tang Ze's safety.

Muharakawa seemed very upset. Should he stop the treatment now...

He didn't know that a detective with a sense of mission and inner struggle was squatting outside the door. The peak showdown between the acting skills and cognitive abilities of the two people in the room was at a critical point.

Muharakawa held his breath and carefully observed the trajectory of Tang Ze's eyes, not missing any of his feedback. He had already torn a page of white paper from the notebook and started to draw.

His ears caught the excited and rapid rustling sound, and Tang Ze was also making an assessment in his heart.

Hmm, this guy firmly believes that Tang Ze's ability has some kind of "visualization" effect that others cannot see.

Putting himself in others' shoes, it seems that Muharakawa's cognitive ability should have visual expression from Muharakawa's perspective.

Maybe it was a special visual ability similar to Matsuda Jinpei, or maybe it was similar to Tang Ze's own game panel, or even a more special UI...

After making a preliminary judgment, Tang Ze was too lazy to perform with him without props, so he simply unfolded his panel and clicked on the pages one by one with his eyes, just like he did in the past.

The tip of Muharakawa's pen moved faster.

After recording for several minutes, he slowly put down the paper and asked the next question: "What did you see, Tang Ze? Are you willing to tell me? Can you express it?"

"I..." Tang Ze opened his mouth, slid his eyes downward, and clicked on the next page.

The line of text prompts still existed, and the debuff next to Tang Ze's health bar was still struggling to rise. In short, Muharakawa was still trying to use his ability.

He didn't completely believe that Tang Ze was really hypnotized, and was evaluating the authenticity of the information.

Well, there was a trick, so he observed it again.

The ability had been activated, but there were still doubts in his heart. Muharakawa might be a suspicious person.

Would a suspicious person have the ability to distinguish truth from falsehood and sense the correctness of information?

"I don't know how to explain it clearly." After weighing the pros and cons, Tang Ze chose an ambiguous statement and prepared to see what Muharakawa would do next.

As expected, Muharakawa was obviously not satisfied with Tang Ze's evasive answer.

He frowned, and this time his voice was a little more serious: "Really? Answer my question well, good children can't lie, Zhao."

On the other side of the eavesdropping device, Conan frowned and began to touch the watch dial again.

Suddenly changed to such a close name, it seems that something is wrong with this sentence.

You know, Tang Ze, who grew up alone, has always been more accustomed to the name "Tang Ze" instead of a more intimate nickname. After knowing him for so long, Conan has never seen anyone call him by his name.

With such a strong and authoritative tone, could it be that...

Conan guessed a little bit of what Muharakawa was doing, and his brows were almost untied.

I'm afraid that Muharakawa is imitating Tangze Ikawa's behavior more thoroughly...

Tangze, who was lying inside, reacted faster than him. It took some effort to restrain the instinctive urge to clench his fist.

Damn, Muharakawa, this guy, this sentence is completely speaking in the tone and voice of Tangze Ikawa! This is how his father speaks when he debates or gives speeches with others!

What do you mean, you have to hear him call dad to judge whether you are sincere or fake at this time, right?

Tangze, who was itching to hold his hands, made a slightly panicked expression. After holding it in for a few seconds, he finally spoke hesitantly: "I didn't, everything I said is true."

"Tell me, Zhao, what did you see?" Muharakawa did not relax, but leaned forward slightly, trying to increase the sense of oppression on Tangze.

To further deepen the effect of hypnosis, simple guidance alone is not enough.

He also needs a more authoritative image with more powerful words to make the hypnotized person keep a default trust in his words.

Fortunately, facing Tangze Zhao, he has many ways.

"Don't be afraid, there's no one else here." Miharakawa's voice once again took on a rhythmic flavor, imitating the tone that he had recalled repeatedly and left a deep impression on him. "These things were originally given to you by your parents, weren't they?"

What do you mean, are you implying that you are my father now?

I could tell as soon as we met that you, boy, really came here to be my father.

Tang Ze, whose heart was in turmoil, was just stunned. Under his precise facial expression control, Mu Yuanchuan vaguely saw some grievance and struggle on his face, as if he was really an innocent child who was misunderstood and blamed by his parents.

It worked.

Mu Yuanchuan, who was chasing after the victory, immediately asked: "Tell me well, I want to know how you have recovered. How about it as a 'review'?"

This time, Tang Ze Zhao, with empty eyes, nodded slowly, and his tone was completely submissive: "Red, black, I see them again. Very beautiful colors, I like them very much."

Tang Ze, who was looking directly at the interface in front of him, looked at the smart and cool UI and said a pure riddle of the truth.

It is indeed red and black, it is indeed beautiful, and I really like it. This art style is so handsome.

After he said this honest truth, Mu Yuanchuan very obviously hooked the corners of his mouth, obviously very satisfied with his answer.

Kiharakawa pressed the recorder that had been installed on his chest through the direction of his pocket, and began to ask questions almost non-stop.

The opportunity was right in front of him, and he was about to witness the true appearance of his senior's treasure!

"What kind of red?"

"Pure red, very bright, like a flame."

"Besides red?"

"There is also black. Very active black."

"Can you see other information? Text, images, sounds, any other form. If you can see them, briefly describe them."

"All, I can see, I can hear. They are like, like..."

Clicking on the props column, Tang Ze, who was idly sliding the scroll bar on the side to check the status of his props, once again used a very truthful description.

"Index and catalog."

Kiharakawa's pen that was constantly recording paused.

Conan, who had already taken out the wire and was fiddling with it to open the lock, also paused.

"Index, and directory?" Kiharakawa asked softly, "Of what?"

"Everything. Everything."

Kiharakawa narrowed his eyes, and the light shone into his dark eyes, reflecting subtle waves.

Index and directory, what could it be?

He knew that Tang Ze Zhao's developmental disorder was inseparable from his overly precise memory.

He had read a large part of Tang Ze Zhao's treatment records. He knew that the senior spent more time and patience than ordinary people could imagine, and used a fantastic method to solve the cognitive and developmental disorders caused by this information barrier from the side.

Because the treatment was only for a child, and a child with autism, who was considered to have defects, it didn't seem to be a earth-shattering thing to restore such a child to a level close to that of a normal person, but Kiharakawa, who had been tracking almost all the records bit by bit, knew how great Tang Ze Ikawa had done.

Tang Ze Zhao's cognitive disorder affected his perception system. The main reason why this child could not communicate normally with others was the serious confusion of information reception.

Just like an instrument with the wrong wires, any instructions and operations from the outside world cannot be input to the right place, and it naturally cannot give any feedback.

Without unplugging the wires, making such an instrument work normally is almost anti-scientific, but Tang Ze Yichuan did it.

Just like letting a congenitally blind person see colors and a congenitally deaf person hear the sounds of nature, he did it, and he made the lonely 52hz whale return to the channel of the whale group.

However, the catastrophe soon came, and his outstanding ability attracted covetousness, and everyone was eyeing and ready to move.

The only, only, and helpless "container" of the besieged Tang Ze Yichuan, carrying all his discoveries and avoiding all prying eyes, is only...

Kihara Chuan raised the corners of his mouth, and the hand that had always been grasping Tang Ze's arm slowly moved down, slowly breaking away from contact with Tang Ze.

As if he had touched something completely transparent, he made a fumbling motion in a serious manner, and then placed his palm upwards under Tang Ze's palm at a distance of several centimeters.

It was as if he was waiting for Tang Ze to "let go" so that he could catch the falling object.

"You can hear, you can see. So, what's next?"

Muharakawa's expression was full of confidence and expectation, as if he was not worried about making a wrong judgment at all, as if he already knew what would happen next.

Tang Ze turned his head slightly, and his unfocused eyes looked directly at Muharakawa's face.

What a confident face, a look that had never been beaten by onions, so straightforward that you could see through it at a glance.

Even though Muharakawa, who was already very thoughtful, faced the prey that had fallen into his grasp, faced the answer he had been looking forward to and longing for for too long, he finally forgot to manage his expression, and his emotions and thoughts were almost written on his face.

Then he was easily seen through by Tang Ze.

Tang Ze came to play this play today, in addition to the test and information collection that he had discussed with Amuro Toru, there are also some small personal matters.

So the action he needs to do now is crucial. As long as the feedback he gives is consistent with Kiharakawa's expectations, Kiharakawa will be completely relieved and show a more real personality and characteristics...

Then he will find out where the hall is hidden.

The location, Tang Ze has already determined.

Since he had successfully contacted Tang Ze himself after joining the company, Muharakawa, who was eagerly looking forward to the next move, had already unconsciously moved the hall to this small consultation room.

He was only one accurate word away from giving this person a head-on blow.

What did Muharakawa want to see?

Tang Ze, who had made a judgment, blinked his eyelids slowly, and Muharakawa's emotions could not be restrained and rose with Tang Ze's hesitation.

The next moment, a cold columnar object fell into Muharakawa's palm.

Without bothering to observe Tang Ze's state, Muharakawa quickly pulled back his hand and looked down.

A can of cold canned coffee, emitting a faint cold air, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator and had not yet had time to condense water droplets on the surface.

It was a very ordinary drink.

Muharakawa's eyes were completely lit up by it.

He grabbed Tang Ze's arm and turned it over. Looking at the wrist and palm without any space to store items and without any traces, he could no longer restrain his smile.

"The end of cognitive learning is the power of making your wishes come true..."

Muttering to himself, Muharakawa squeezed Tang Ze's loose, completely unresisting hand and laughed hoarsely.

Finally, the secret that was hidden so tightly, the monster that the senior really created, revealed its true face in front of him.

It's great that he has returned to the same starting point again and has the power to compete with the senior again.

"This time, I will win."

The light beside the sofa flickered a few times, and Muharakawa's elongated shadow seemed to twist and jump in the dark room, as if the soul hidden under this skin has been eager to let the world see his true posture.

Tang Ze's eyes refocused, lowered his head, and looked down at Muharakawa.

He did not resist the other party's action, and let Muharakawa pinch his arm and the can of coffee that he had forgotten to put in the prop column a few months ago, which he had intended to take for Conan. He laughed foolishly, and Tang Ze, who was watching the man's expression, slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Muharakawa, do you know what it means to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening?

If you don't know, I can teach you quickly. It means that if you find the way to your temple in the morning, you will die in the evening.

This person was impatiently trying to find something left by his father from him, and he was also looking for something.

In this game of hide-and-seek, who is the ghost and who is the one caught by the ghost?

I'm going to start looking for you.