The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

As the mask was pried open by Tang Ze, even though there was no bloody scene of flesh cracking and tissue flying, the shadow Muharakawa still let out a shrill scream.

The pale face of the shadow Muharakawa was revealed, but the mask held by Tang Ze was dripping with blood, flowing through the empty eyes of the mask, like two lines of blood and tears that could not be suppressed.

As Tang Ze said, he had worn the mask for too long, so long that he could no longer take it off.

Tang Ze looked at the bloody mask in his hand for a moment, then looked up at the light that began to disappear on the statue above, raised his eyebrows in understanding, and handed the bleeding Prajna mask to the teammate standing behind him.

"This should be his secret treasure." Tang Ze pointed to the somewhat dirty blood mask, "This is the most important thing for him now."

A mask from Tang Ze Ikawa, an illusion of having Tang Ze Ikawa's ability, a dream of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.

The shadow lying on the ground stretched out his hand towards the mask that was getting farther and farther away. The sharp knife in Tang Ze's hand immediately fell down as a warning, piercing into the ground next to his arm, making his powerless action completely in vain.

"It's not my fault." As the mask was taken away, the shadow Muharakawa lying on the ground suddenly spoke, muttering to himself, "It's his problem, he failed my expectations..."

Tang Ze looked down at the guy who began to sob.

The real Muharakawa and Tang Ze Yichuan actually look quite different, including face shape, facial features, pupils and hair color.

It can be said that if Muharakawa hadn't forced himself to dress up like Tang Ze Yichuan, the two people would not need to be compared together, and any ordinary stranger would be able to see the difference between them, and there would be no possibility of mistake.

Tang Ze loosened his foot that was stepping on this guy and watched him curl up.

It's almost time to listen to the master of the hall's nagging, and he was ready to listen to what nonsense Muharakawa could say.

"Senior Tang Ze, he is a very good guy. Everyone admits that he is good." Mu Yuanchuan's voice with tears came out from his palm, "He has first-class grades, he learns everything quickly, he seems to be born with the ability to use a scalpel, and the tweezers will not tremble under an eight-fold microscope... Everyone, everyone who knows his skills, likes to praise him, he is born to do this job."

Mu Yuanchuan's fingers tightened, holding his face tightly, and his voice began to become suppressed and angry.

"I practice every day, I want to grow all the time. I spent all my energy, day and night to study, unwilling to give up any hands-on opportunities, and tried every means to practice in the operating room... I tried my best, but I still couldn't catch up. I have accepted this reality, I have accepted the cruel fact that his lower limit is the upper limit of many people's lifetime...

"Why, why should he give up? ! Why! Is his life plan so indifferent? ! "

At the end, Kiharakawa's voice was on the verge of breaking, and he was simply screaming in a hysterical state.

After putting on his haori again and leaving the combat state, Asai Narimi looked at Kiharakawa's white coat, which was covered with dust and blood, and shook his head with sympathy.

As a medical graduate, although he did not agree with Kiharakawa's extreme approach, Asai Narimi could understand his tragic career experience to some extent.

Surgeons are generally very proud guys, especially those who have grown up to be able to perform surgery on their own.

The feeling of life beating on the tip of your knife, the feeling of being stable and orderly, but requiring full concentration, and clearly feeling that every decision you make will affect the entire life of the patient in front of you, and the sense of accomplishment brought by curing difficult cases, are difficult for people who have not experienced them to understand.

If you occasionally play a game and make an extraordinary performance that makes people want to install a screen on the tombstone for passers-by to evaluate, surgeons will experience a lot of this almost every working day. moment.

In this field, the difference between genius and mediocrity is completely beyond the reach of effort. Some things are born without and never exist in a lifetime. If you want to get rid of frustration, the best way is to change your career.

Meeting a genius like Karasawa Ichikawa in work and study will definitely be a heavy blow to all proud and conceited surgeons.

Imagine that the surgery that you spent more than ten hours to complete bit by bit was completed in two or three hours by others. His technique is cleaner than yours, his judgment is more accurate than yours, his incision and suture are more beautiful than yours, and he is better than you in everything from basic skills to comprehension to surgical procedures to intraoperative decision-making...

It was hard to accept such a fact, and I was convinced by such a genius and was ready to live in his shadow for the rest of my life. The genius suddenly changed his career because of a disagreement.

Without any objective conditions, just because his child was sick, he immediately chose not to believe that psychologists could treat his child and changed his career on the spot.

I am afraid that Kiharakawa has been waking up from his dreams every night and shouting "Why is he! "It's the extent of being crazy, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it...

Kiharakawa, who fell to the ground, loosened his hands, revealing his eyes that were completely immersed in emotions and were bloodshot.

"With such talent and ability, he can obviously do better and reach a higher place. In just a few years, he will be famous all over the world and become a leading figure in the industry..."

Seeing that he was completely immersed in his own emotions, Tang Ze moved his neck and asked sincerely: "Since you are so unwilling, why don't you just ask him directly? I think he will tell you the reason."

His father was a genius in surgery, and he was also a genius when he switched to psychology. If Kiharakawa honestly expressed his emotions and confusion to him, there was no reason for Karasawa Ikawa not to comfort such a junior who was convinced by him. ah?

Kiharagawa's bloodshot eyes rolled, as if he had just discovered Karasawa's existence, and his eyes were locked on his face covered by the eyepatch.

"I asked, I asked a long time ago. He said that medicine is his interest, and he actually doesn't care which field he does. He also said that even if there was no such thing, he might transfer in a few years. Interested, he branched into other departments. His child's condition just accidentally made his career span a little bigger..."

"Yes, he's not answering you. Do you have any questions?" Tang Ze raised his eyebrows in confusion, "That's the kind of person he is. He knows what he wants, doesn't he? Is his talent good, and his likes? It doesn’t matter what you do, right?”

Karasawa could understand the thoughts of his humorous father, and he really didn't understand what Kiharagawa was struggling with.

Just do whatever you want, whatever you can, are willing to do, and like to do, then do it. Why should you care about whether this is your best field?

"So what about that talent, that talent that makes me speechless and makes me sleepless? Should I just waste it like this?! Doing those illusory psychology?!" Kiharagawa grabbed his collar. , seemed to be almost unable to breathe, and shouted from the bottom of his heart, "Then give it to me, if you don't want it, just give it to me! Why are you wasting the ability of others to ask for it!"

"So this is the reason for your jealousy and dissatisfaction, because he did not follow the path you imagined he should take and become what you ideally should be." Tang Ze put his hands on his hips, shook his head, and gave He gave his own answer, "That's too boring and looks down on life."

If this is a business simulation game, and everyone is not a living person, but a villain running around under the control of a mouse or joystick, then maybe Tang Ze will follow the entries on the villain in order to pursue high scores or efficiency. and attributes assign him tasks, but not here.

This is real life, human beings who cannot be defined by simple terms. They have feelings and personalities. They are shaped by the past and have likes and dislikes.

It would be too monotonous and disrespectful of people if they only assigned jobs and defined their futures based on their talents.

"It's easy to say. What if the roles were changed, what if I was the genius and he was the one who couldn't catch up with me?" Maybe he had heard similar answers, and Shadow Kiharagawa seemed to be attracted by Karasawa's His tone was irritated, "If I ask you to do it, can you do better than me?"

Just because he didn't want to make the same mistakes again, just because he wanted to get out of that person's shadow, he caught up with him again and embarked on the same path again.

He is the one who challenges fate, he is the one who resists and laughs to the end, why should he be said to be the twisted one!

"Of course." Tang Ze crossed his arms and said matter-of-factly, "Since you are dissatisfied with my father changing his research field for me, then you go and stop him. Anyway, you have also transferred to the department, and you will also come for treatment. As long as you can treat him faster and your plan is better than his, you can prove that it is a wrong decision for him to change his goals without authorization and think he can do better than others, and then put him in a wrong position. Kick him back to the neurosurgery department?"

Shadow Kiharachuan's expression was completely dull.

"Can you? You can't. Your research field was not developed to treat autism. You are just following my father's research. But my father did it. He developed targeted treatments for me, which may not be able to cure autism. Like all autistic children, he really cured me." Tang Ze commented in a very objective tone, "No one in the world can solve my disease except him. The decision he made at the beginning. Isn’t it the optimal solution? Both the emotions and the results support this point of view, so why are you so angry?”

Regarding Kiharagawa's tangled emotions, Karasawa's comment was that if you want to be good, just practice more. If you can't afford it, don't play.

If you could do better than Karasawa Ikawa, even if you found a doctor who was better than him, wouldn't you be able to slap him back to his original position?

He is addicted to food and has a bad mouth. Who can be compared to a mud monster?

Shadow Kiharachuan opened and closed his lips for a moment, and his face changed with reluctance and disbelief for a moment. Finally, he spread his hands and lay down on his back as if he had lost all strength.

So, is this the answer? This is the way of thinking of a genius. It is the way of thinking and self-confidence that he will never be able to achieve throughout his life. It is such a powerful inner motivation that can change the world...

"I understand. It was me who was wrong, it was me..."

He murmured in the light and shadow that gradually began to dissipate.

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"Karasawa, Kiharagawa suddenly threw himself into a trap. Do you have any clues?"

As soon as Karasawa raised his head, he saw Toru Amuro, who had come to change his shift, strode into the cafe, stood in front of him and said this to his face.

"What clues do I have?" Tang Ze shrugged, lowered his head again with a nonchalant look, "Why don't you ask Kiharakawa yourself?"

Come on, he went to such great lengths to change his mind, arranged the people clearly, and sent them to the Japanese public security as a KPI, can it still be his fault?

The people were sent to your door, and you still ask how the kind-hearted people beat them down, it's a bit inappropriate, Furuya Rei.

"I want to ask too." Amuro Toru, who crossed his arms, could hardly suppress his brows, "He has to wake up first."

"Ah?" Tang Ze looked up again, this time he was really confused.

"Didn't you understand? He 'walked into the trap.'" Toru Amuro made a fist-clenching motion. "What I mean is that as soon as the police department opened in the morning, Kazami and the others hadn't finished their get off work yet, and Kiharakawa was thrown into the building of the police department overnight."

"Ah?!"

Toru Amuro pinched his wrinkled eyebrows and had a headache: "We had to send him to the hospital, and he hasn't woken up yet."

The matter of Gin flying a helicopter to the Toudou Tower with great fanfare has not been resolved. They are already short of manpower, and now they have to assign people to guard the ward, so that Furuya Rei was forced to go back to help coordinate and deal with it, which is why he couldn't come to the cafe to work in the morning.

This feeling of being stretched to the limit was a bit too much for even the king of volumes, Toru Amuro.

He really wanted to catch the culprit in front of him and make him work overtime in the Zero Group to fill their vacancies.

Ireland was rescued by Karasawa, and Karasawa did not hide this from him, but Karasawa did not tell him that the so-called mission was for Ireland to capture Kiharakawa?

"He was so cruel..." Tang Ze couldn't help but be shocked, "Then Ireland is really a little angry."

"Is that what you think?" Amuro Toru's eyebrows jumped.

"What else do you think?" Tang Ze shrugged without sympathy and picked up the notebook in his hand, "I can ignore the things related to our family, but the lives that were indirectly killed by him cannot be erased. He is not dead yet, what is there to complain about?"

"Is this the point?" Amuro Toru, who was forced to deal with the mistakes left by Kiharakawa, gritted his teeth, "He has a full-time job and is now also a psychologist for your high school. In addition, he is also famous in the organization..."

As a famous doctor who has already made a name for himself, Kiharakawa has a lot of work to do, and correspondingly, they have a lot of "aftermath" to deal with.

The only advantage may be that his disappearance was indeed caused by Ireland, and the time was very close to the time of Ireland's fake death. In the organization, Kiharakawa's sudden disappearance will definitely be attributed to Ireland's revenge, at least he didn't have to double every job.

Tang Ze imagined their workload in the past few days and couldn't help laughing twice. Before Amuro Toru moved his warning eyes over, he quickly raised the notebook to block the gloating on his face.

These days, their Phantom Thieves have been working overtime a lot. If he doesn't let others double the overtime he works, wouldn't that be a loss?

However, saying this is purely asking for a fight. Tang Ze quickly adjusted his facial expression and continued to look through the things in his hand with a serious face: "Keep working hard, Mr. Amuro. You know, I'm a little busy recently."

Kisaragi Minemizu's painting exhibition is about to kick off, and Kitagawa Yusuke, who is going to be heavily promoted as a disciple, must not be absent.

It's okay to fool Shindou Sumire who doesn't know him, but facing a teacher who already knows a little bit of the basics, this kind of thing can't be handed over to others, and Tang Ze has to play cosplay himself.

"You'd better be really busy."

Instead of adding more workload to us.

With this sentence clearly written on Amuro Toru's face, he finally turned his attention to the notebook that Tang Ze always held in his hand.

Those who know Hoshikawa Teru's daily work know that Tang Ze really never does homework. He always pushes away this job as a high school student.

The notebook that he holds in his hand and examines carefully is definitely not a study note.

Noticing Amuro Toru's gaze, Tang Ze smiled, and didn't mean to avoid it. He just turned the heavy notebook in his hand, which was densely filled with content and diagrams, to the end.

Unlike the neat small words on the notebook, on the blank page at the end of the notebook, there are a few lines of words in freehand handwriting, like a signature, and like a message.

【Thank you for your efforts and contributions to the advancement of medicine. I hope you will always maintain your respect for life and love for medicine.

You can go to bed early at night. Staying up late to study will only damage your brain and will not improve your grades.

To the future medical master Mr. Kihara.

Karasawa Ichikawa】

For the time being, there is no chance to learn the truth from Kiharakawa, but Karasawa guessed that this notebook would become the "root of distortion". It is very likely that this teasing and gentle message may be the starting point for the easing of the relationship between Kiharakawa and Karasawa Ichikawa, and then everyone later believed that the former was the public admirer of the latter.

If there was no Karasawa's illness and no organizational intervention, would these things that happened to Kiharakawa have developed to this point today? Or is this gradually fading friendship between classmates the inevitable result of their differences in personality and professional concepts?

Karasawa could not assert, he just sighed.

"The first domino to fall..." He patted the slightly old cover of the notebook.

Fate and fate, grudges and entanglements, are nothing more than this. Perhaps this is the true underlying logic of the scientific world.