The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

When Ireland opened his eyes again, the strong feeling of the world spinning and the overly bright light made him dazed for a while. It took him a while to finally remember where he was.

The wound on his chest that was pierced by a sniper bullet was still aching, and he could clearly feel the sharp pain of the fabric rubbing against the wound, but Ireland, who had too many experiences of being injured, knew very well that its inside had healed to the extent that it would not affect his movements.

He had seen some similar special-effect drugs in the organization, but most of them were used for emergency treatment, such as gels that quickly sealed wounds to avoid infection and affect movements. This was the first time he had seen such a therapeutic drug.

"Is this your confidence, Kumail." Ireland did not look up at the person sitting opposite him, and muttered to himself, "You are quite capable."

He had already formed a wound that penetrated his lungs and lost a lot of blood, but after closing his eyes and accepting a period of treatment from Shirley, the internal damage had been completely healed.

Even the wound on the surface seemed to remain only to prove that he had indeed been seriously injured, which was completely within his pain tolerance.

"So, what I saw before I fainted was not an illusion. That was Scotland, right?" Ireland asked directly.

He lost consciousness too quickly before, and after waking up, he was emotionally unstable because of Shirley who appeared in front of him. He had no time to ask this question, but he didn't think it was his illusion.

He was not familiar with Scotland, and had only met a few times. No matter how outrageous it was, even if it was an illusion before death, the image of Scotland should not appear in his life revolving lantern.

Tang Ze chuckled twice and did not respond to any of Ireland's questions.

After waking up from the instrument, Ireland at this time could no longer pose a threat to him.

No, it should be said that after Ireland saved his life from his gun in the East Metropolis Tower, the initiative was in his hands. Ireland was no longer qualified to bargain, and he had no obligation to help the other party solve the puzzle.

"Look up, Oliver Schneider, look at me." Tang Ze crossed his legs and posed a leisurely boss posture, and ordered directly.

Ireland was a little terrified when his real name was called out directly. He couldn't help but raise his head as he asked.

Kumail sat on a high stool, crossed his legs, his toes swaying rhythmically, and his posture was extremely relaxed. He didn't seem to regard him, a tall and strong adult male, as a threat at all.

He didn't know when he changed his disguise. Although he was still wearing the double-breasted jacket he often wore when he was Goro Akechi, his face had changed back to that of Tang Ze Zhao.

Looking at this face, Ireland couldn't help but be dazed for a moment, and then he found out even more terrified...

He actually felt that at this moment, the demeanor and temperament were completely Kumail himself. This fake Tang Ze Zhao, who didn't even pretend, made him feel close and trustful, and he couldn't help but feel the slightest hostility.

Tang Ze, with his hands crossed on his knees, felt this emotion from his face and showed a confident smile as it should be.

Although Goro Akechi was just a phantom and Kumail was an illusion created by everyone, there was no falsehood in what he told Conan before.

The underlying logic of the mental relief medical equipment created by Tang Ze and his wife is to treat Tang Ze. People who have been brainwashed by the organization in this way cannot hurt Tang Ze.

When the timing is right, after some techniques and drugs - such as Ireland sitting in front of him now - he can directly reach the level of not being able to disobey his words and obeying his words.

Therefore, the haze and fear on Ireland's face are not aimless. This feeling of being clearly aware of being controlled and bound must be very terrifying.

At this moment, Tang Ze is indeed doing something more organized than the organization.

"It seems that you have felt it. Very good, Oliver, I don't like to waste words on meaningless things." Thinking about these things in his mind, Tang Ze still maintained the state of Kumer on his face, "I don't need to lobby you to accept my request, nor do I need to negotiate any conditions with you. You are now a dead man. Strictly speaking, you are my personal property like 'him'."

After speaking, he turned his head and raised his chin towards another corner of the laboratory.

Ireland, who realized belatedly that his hands and feet were not bound in any way, sat up stiffly and looked in the direction he pointed.

Wearing a black sweater, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who lowered his head and remained silent, leaned there, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as if he had not heard their conversation at all.

In fact, whether Zhu Fu Jingguang came or not, the play could still be performed. The main reason was that Tang Ze felt that this undercover was even better than Furuya Ling in the improvisation last night, so he simply pulled him over to try the flexibility together.

Tang Ze let Ireland stare at Zhu Fu Jingguang fiercely, and his tone was still leisurely: "You may want to ask me how I did it, and whether there are other people behind me, but you probably know that I have no obligation to answer you now. I came to see you now just to clarify some things a little bit, and by the way, tell you the next task you have to do."

Ireland reluctantly retracted his shocked gaze and looked at Tang Ze sitting in front of him again.

From the time he opened his eyes until now, Kumail seemed to be talking to himself, announcing the facts in a tone that was as flat and flat as reading a script, without any intention of listening to his answer or reaction.

Ireland knows it really has no choice.

His past life was too deeply tied to the organization.

Similar to Kumail, he joined the violent gang to which the organization belonged when he was a teenager. His identity, his wealth and status in the secular world, and the resources he had accumulated in the past were all wiped out as he was listed as a target to be eliminated by the organization.

He had nothing, and once exposed, he would be pursued by the organization to the death. Except for switching to Kumail's command like Shirley, he had no other room for maneuver.

Seeing that his mood was relatively stable, Tang Ze nodded with satisfaction, and raised his hand and snapped his fingers with a sense of ritual.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at him twice, and then silently took out the prepared bag.

He understood the reason. Seeing Tang Ze showing off here, he rarely empathized with Zero and felt that their leader was really a bit of a slap on his body.

The quiet Zhu Fu Jingguang, like a robot that only follows instructions, put a pair of blindfolds on Ireland's head, and then put the bag directly on the other's head.

Then he operated the examination bed twice, flattened it completely, and then pushed Ireland out of the laboratory and pushed it to the garage as if he was pushing a surgical flat bed.

The garage, which was also half buried in the ground, was not far from the laboratory, and a spacious SUV was waiting there.

"... I always feel something is strange." Matsuda Jinpei, who was watching with his arms folded, waited until the doors of the SUV were all closed before he said the complaints he had been holding back for a while, "What kind of transportation method is this, an ambulance?"

"You can be more direct, like a hearse." Asai Narimi, who was standing next to him, responded mercilessly.

There are obviously many ways to make Ireland put on the hood and climb into the car by himself, but he had to transport it in this way...

Only Tang Ze could come up with such a shady operation.

"I just feel that there is usually no one accompanying the hearse behind it?" Matsuda Jinpei, who watched Zhu Fu Jingguang get in from the back door with the bed, spread his hands.

Asai Narimi, who has been a doctor for many years, endured it.

In fact, when he was working part-time as a forensic doctor, he helped transport corpses in this way.

Considering that everyone had been busy all night, and considering that the location was at the Toudou Tower, which was so high, they had to use the bomber Motobashi Yoji's hall to quickly reach it, Asai Narimi at least didn't say this more sinister complaint.

Although it looked ordinary and there seemed to be no appearance, behind the scenes tonight, the Phantom Thieves worked diligently to clear the hall of Honjo and Shu for a whole night, and then quickly moved to the Toudou Tower to rescue the leader.

Everyone was very busy, and now they are probably very tired. Being forced to face Motobashi Yoji's even more crazy and malicious Matsuda Jinpei again, they are also not in a good mood.

"After the leader arrives and gives the exact requirements, there will be new work to do in the afternoon." Asai Narimi patted Matsuda Jinpei on the shoulder, "Hurry up and get a few hours of sleep."

The work status of the Phantom Thieves is already very competitive, but the most competitive of them is actually the thief leader Tang Ze himself.

If Tang Ze takes the lead and rolls up, it will be really inhuman.

Matsuda Jinpei rubbed his temples twice, did not oppose Asai Chengshi's persuasion, took the medicine handed over by him, and turned back to the house.

Chengshi was right, there is still a fierce battle to come.

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"Mr. Schneider, it's you. Long time no see."

Ireland, who got out of the car, just got used to the light that suddenly illuminated his vision through the morning mist, and heard a shout full of surprise and astonishment.

He was not unfamiliar with this voice.

Turning his head, he saw a familiar face at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Misaki..." He called the young girl's name softly, then turned his head and looked at Kumer who was leaning against the car door and yawning boredly.

Of course he knew this girl. She was the granddaughter of Masuyama Kenzo, slightly younger than Ireland, and the only unmarried direct relative of the Masuyama family.

He followed Pisco for several years. It might be a bit exaggerated to say that he and Pisco were like father and son. He was not sure how Pisco considered their identities, but for Ireland, this insidious but kind old man was someone he respected as a father.

This was also the source of the conflict between him and Kumail.

Pisco was killed by Gin, but Kumail took over all the subsequent cleanup work related to Pisco. According to the widely circulated saying in the organization, Kumail took the initiative to take it. When Ireland wanted to stop it, the Masuyama family and even his in-laws who had close social relations with him had been killed without a single blade of grass left.

It was indeed difficult for some of them to keep their lives from the organization, but those who were unaware of the existence of the organization had a chance to survive.

It is a well-known secret that Kumail hates his parents. Many people believe that it was because the organization refused to assist him in killing his father and instead handed over the life of Shigehiko Tsuguchi to Pisco, which made Kumail resent Pisco and make such extreme revenge that harmed his family.

After contacting Kumail and feeling his bad character, Ireland believed it without a doubt. At this moment, he suddenly saw the person he believed should have died long ago appear in front of him, and his fingertips couldn't help trembling.

The truth is not only far from the rumors, but it can even be said to be the opposite.

"Mr. Schneider, I'm relieved to see you're safe." Misaki patted her chest and laughed happily, "After Grandpa's accident, you didn't have any news, I thought you..."

While she was talking, two more people came out of the house and saw Ireland, and they were also very happy.

In the eyes of the Masuyama family who didn't know about the organization's affairs, Ireland was Kenzo Masuyama's bodyguard. Because they had been through life and death together and had done a lot for Kenzo Masuyama, they had a deep relationship with Kenzo Masuyama.

Kenzo Masuyama was dead, and the probability of the bodyguard surviving suddenly became very small. Now that they saw Ireland was safe, these Masuyama family relatives who got along well with him were very happy.

"I'm glad you're safe." Misaki didn't say those sad words, but just glanced at Tang Ze who was leaning on the car to let them communicate, and lowered her voice, "So, were you also saved by Mr. Tang Ze?"

Ireland, who had already fully understood how his real name was exposed, turned his head and looked at Tang Ze who was boredly playing with his nails, pursed his lips, and didn't say anything.

The truth is completely opposite to everyone's guess.

Not only did Kumail not retaliate against Kenzo Masuyama, but he went to great lengths to prepare a huge mirage for the organization and saved all of Kenzo Masuyama's family.

Kenzo Masuyama's family is not a prosperous one, but there are three or four generations, the company's business planning and in-laws, so at least there are forty or fifty people.

Arranging so many people to disappear out of thin air and change their lives, the difficulty and resources required are not a small number.

He was right, there was indeed no hatred between them, and he owed Kumail a huge favor for the dead Pisco.

"Yes, you are right." Ireland took a deep breath, "I was also saved by him."

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"People in the organization generally believe that I should hate Pisco." Tang Ze shrugged, "This is prejudice. I am actually very grateful to him, thank him for killing my father for me."

Holding the gunshot wound on his chest, Ireland walked slowly to Tang Ze, who was leaning on the railing and overlooking the dirty river below, and listened to him without saying a word.

"I want to kill him, of course I want to kill him, even in the face of the organization's requirements and tasks, my only condition is to kill him." Tang Ze tightened his five fingers and made a clenching motion, "But if I really want to do it, I can't do it."

This sentence is not entirely acting.

Killing Shigehiko Tsuguchi is the wish of Hoshikawa Teru, and it was his biggest wish at the time, but Tang Ze knew that he made such a wish because he couldn't do it himself.

Hoshikawa Teru has been controlled for too long and is an existence out of normal society. There is no word for resistance in his dictionary, which is one of the reasons why his awakening speed is so slow.

If Kumail is really Hoshikawa Teru, the shot that Pisco fired for him did help him.

"So I won this mission, and I faked their deaths. I helped him as much as I could, and that's my thank you." Tang Ze put down his hand and shrugged, "You don't have to thank him for him. I stood by and watched his death. It can even be said that part of this mission was originally my responsibility. I don't deny this either."

Ireland opened his mouth and wanted to refute something. He looked at the small courtyard, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and finally just took a heavy breath.

"You concealed his identity for him and told them that the person who saved them was the Japanese public security who was secretly investigating the case. Thank you for this." Ireland said this after finishing his words.

Compared with a family head who became a high-level criminal organization, Kenzo Masuyama, who was killed by a criminal organization because he slightly touched the gray industry, was obviously easier for these ignorant people to accept.

They lost a more luxurious life, but also had the opportunity to completely get rid of the dark side. This power of choice was completely given to them by Kumail. He didn't think there was anything wrong with telling some lies to facilitate information extraction.

Tang Ze looked at his expression strangely.

He said that there was no need for Kenzo Masuyama's family to cooperate with them to tell any lies. As long as they told the truth, these people would automatically follow their own logic. Furuya Rei just worried too much.

He and Bourbon's personalities in the organization were almost a crazy duo. Who could believe that they were Japanese public security?

Gin didn't believe me when I told you!

"It's just for myself." Tang Ze told the truth, "If they were really useless, I wouldn't keep them."

He was telling the truth, but Ireland obviously didn't think so.

Ireland took a deep breath, pressed the wound again, and then made a half-kneeling movement with difficulty.

Tang Ze's scalp jumped when he didn't expect there would be such a link. He held on firmly and accepted his gift.

Obviously, this was a huge scam, and he was just catching a useful thug and a scapegoat, but Tang Ze always felt that this guy would say something weird like "Are you my master?"

More than ten meters away, Zhu Fu Jingguang, who followed him, turned around silently. From his slightly trembling back, it seemed that he was struggling to hold back his laughter.

Not feeling the emotions of the two fake wine colleagues at all, Ireland lowered his head and spoke in honorifics: "I really have no right to resist. Give the order, tell me what you need me to do."

From a standpoint, Kumer, who had been pretending to obey and secretly disobeying since he first got the code name, and who had saved so many of Pisco's relatives, is in the same position as him now. They are all rebels who want to fight against the organization.

From the current situation, he has indeed been controlled by Kumer, and there is no way that the drug genius Shirley can do anything. He needs to succumb to the facts.

... Considering that the phenomenon that happened to Edogawa Conan is likely to be related to Shirley, the plan of this group of people is not something he can think about now.

Not knowing what kind of conspiracy theory the person in front of him is thinking, Tang Ze, who finally achieved his goal, pressed his forehead and said the urgent task.

"Do you know 'Kiharakawa'? He is now a psychologist at Teitan High School." Tang Ze took a step closer and looked down at Ireland from a high position, "I need you to find him and teach him a lesson without alerting others. The situation is still too safe, some guys."

It's so safe that he still has time to put an AT force field on his own hall, and the whole person is exhausted but can't get into the second floor.

Haha, you like to be a turtle, right? I want to see how long you can be a turtle after your real body is caught.