The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"How is that possible?" Tang Ze denied without hesitation, "I just took the painting to see her."

Haga Kyosuke laughed, looking a little childish: "I told you, Sanada-kun didn't believe it..."

Tang Ze tilted his head, not surprised by his source of information.

Although he didn't make any request at the time, Miyoshi Asako kept his identity secret for him. However, when Sanada Ichizo and others asked her why she changed her mind, she simply told her about meeting a young painter in the amusement park.

After this "Desire" was placed in everyone's sight, the story naturally found its owner. This will not only not affect Kitagawa Yusuke's reputation, but will also add extra legendary color to him. Tang Ze has no need to ask them to keep it secret.

"Miss Miyoshi has a misunderstanding about painting," Tang Ze replied, "Even quick-drying paints don't have this speed."

"No way, everyone prefers the story development of the drama." Yuga Kyosuke shrugged, understanding him very well, "Okay, thank you for your honesty. I don't have any other questions for the time being. Tell me about your confusion."

Yuga Kyosuke, who is in his early thirties, has already proved himself with excellent market performance. He has seen many colleagues who exchanged their experiences and asked him about various issues, but this is the first time he has been asked by a painter who seems to have no knowledge of the industry at all. He himself feels quite novel.

From the questions he just mentioned, combined with Yuga Kyosuke's real background, Tang Ze's heart moved, and more or less guessed a little bit of the reason why Yuga Kyosuke followed him out without thinking.

Just as he was very interested in Yuga Kyosuke, Yuga Kyosuke might also have something to say to him.

So Tang Ze quickly organized his words and began to guide the direction of the conversation.

"Your music is very well written. I don't know much about music, so I can only tell whether it's good or bad, but I can still feel a lively emotion from your creation. This is rare, and it has something to do with my recent creative troubles, so I want to ask you, how do you view the relationship between music and emotions?"

Haga Kyosuke was stunned. He didn't expect him to ask this topic.

Using music to express emotions is actually a very basic topic, but it can be extended to a very deep field, so that it will accompany all composers throughout their lives.

Touching his chin, Haga Kyosuke casually said: "I can answer you with many music theory answers, but I think what you want to hear may not be these, nor elements such as melody, harmony, and timbre. Are you asking how to accurately convey your feelings when creating?"

"Yes, I really don't want to take a basic music theory class." Tang Ze looked at Haga Kyosuke's expression and agreed with his idea.

The most interesting part of Haga Kyosuke is his "absolute pitch", which is a very high buff in this world.

Tang Ze was very curious about how the world conveyed everything to him.

"Well, that's it, let me think about it..."

Hauga Kyousuke thought for a moment and felt that he should answer carefully.

Regardless of whether Kitagawa Yusuke has the special powers he guessed, he is still a young man who has just set sail in art. If the opinions he outputs are inappropriate, it will have a bad influence on the newcomers.

After careful consideration, Hauga Kyousuke took a breath.

"Due to individual differences, subjective feelings are very personal things. I am not sure if I can accurately convey them to you. Please allow me to use an analogy. I accidentally heard about some things in your past. You grew up with the first teacher who taught you to paint, but your teacher was eventually imprisoned for plagiarism and suspected of intentional homicide."

Hauga Kyousuke, who was staring at Kitagawa Yusuke, saw that the person opposite him, who had his back straight but had been keeping his eyes down, finally raised his sight and met his eyes without dodging.

This is not a glorious past. At his age, this is definitely a painful and embarrassing memory. However, Yuga Kyosuke, who had intended to see some emotional fluctuations on his face, was disappointed.

The boy in front of him just blinked, then nodded calmly, and simply accepted this description.

"You are a talented painter. You are good at using pictures to express your inner world. So when you learned the truth, when you found that your teacher was not what you imagined, did you think of any specific pictures? A certain color, a certain brushstroke?"

Yuga Kyosuke, who asked this question, did not wait for his answer, or rather, he did not intend to hear the other party's answer. This was just an analogy that facilitated the two to achieve emotional interaction.

"I heard it, at that moment. I heard the sound, a rapid, sharp sound, which kept changing, powerful and low, fast, low-frequency..."

Yuga Kyosuke pursed his lips, and his face could no longer support the smile.

"I spent a long time listening and searching. I wanted to know what that sound was. Finally one day, I heard it, the same discordant and dynamic sound.

"Flame. That's the sound of flame. That's the sound of flame burning good wood."

It was like burning a violin that had been passed down from generation to generation.

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"That Yuga Kyosuke, has absolute pitch?" Suzuki Sonoko opened her eyes wide in amazement, "It seems to be something very powerful?"

"It's rare indeed." Ran Maoli answered her bestie's question while glancing at Conan, who finally turned his attention.

Since leaving the backstage, this kid has been absent-minded, and is obviously still thinking about Kitagawa Yusuke's almost indifferent behavior just now.

Kitagawa Yusuke's style of doing things his own way is not so much self-centered as it is to say that Kitagawa Yusuke has only lived in his own world from beginning to end. It's not surprising that he would do this, but it's a bit strange that he suddenly became interested in creators in unfamiliar fields.

So when Suzuki Sonoko asked who was called away by Kitagawa Yusuke out of a conditioned reflex after seeing a handsome guy, she simply introduced everything she knew about Yuga Kyosuke.

She can play the piano and go to art exhibitions. She is really an art lover with a wide range of interests.

"People's hearing and ability to distinguish sounds are related to their talents. It can be said that the ears are the basis for determining whether a person can work in the music industry. Some people have some problems with their ears, and they can't hear that they are singing out of tune. Even if such people receive music training, it is difficult for them to achieve anything. They are commonly known as tone-deaf.

"In addition, ordinary people, or most people, have relative pitch, that is, they can recognize the pitch of a sound under the premise of a reference, but the degree of sensitivity varies. Such people can learn and work in the music industry after long-term music training."

Speaking of this, Mao Lilan pointed to the direction they just came out.

There, a large group of Shitara family members were still there, trying to chat with Kisaragi Minemizu for a few more words.

"Finally, it is the absolute pitch of Mr. Yuga Kyosuke. Without any reference sound, the moment he hears a certain sound, he can know the pitch of the sound and distinguish the source of the sound. It is not even limited to music information. Even if it is not music, facing the ambient sound and other sounds heard in life, it can also confirm the tone and give accurate memory and judgment...

"So Mr. Yuga Kyosuke's creation is really first-class in terms of emotional expression and visual communication. Many film and television dramas like to invite his works, because no matter what form, light music or pop songs, he can accurately give the desired effect. 'Absolute genius of scale composition', probably like this."

"In other words, even without music, his life is full of tones and scores." Suzuki Sonoko summarized it in a way that she could understand, "It's quite romantic."

"It is indeed a great talent. And most people don't have it, so they will naturally be curious about how such people feel about the world. What is the world like. Maybe Mr. Yuga Kyosuke will become a composer just to convey the specific appearance of the world that he can hear but others cannot feel. "

Suzuki Sonoko nodded with a face full of knowledge, and immediately returned to the familiar topic: "Hehe, but now that you mention it, your reasoning geek must have a defective ear. He has never been able to hear that his singing is out of tune since he was a child!"

"This is a bit strange..." Mao Lilan used her peripheral vision to pay attention to Conan, whose expression became a little exciting, "If you say he is tone-deaf, he has a strong ability to distinguish music. A long time ago, he could hear that the tuning of a certain instrument was inaccurate. But if you say he has a good sense of pitch..."

Shinichi's singing is really out of tune, and it's still like this.

The talent and memory in other aspects seem to be ineffective in music, as if the circuit of his brain is wrong. Is this the so-called curse of wisdom?

"You can be more direct," Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand in disdain, "He just has some problems with his brain."

"Hey, hey..." Conan, who was listening to the popular science lecture, twitched his mouth.

"Not necessarily." Mao Lilan thought for a while, "It is also possible that there is something wrong with his bone conduction and he can't hear his own voice? If I really record it for him to listen to, he might be able to hear it."

"Isn't that still a physiological defect?"

"Well, this is easier to accept."

"Hey, hey...!"

"Kid, I'm not talking about you, why are you so excited."

"I...!"

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"...Sometimes I feel that being able to hear too accurate tones may be a curse."

Haga Kyosuke closed his eyes gently.

The tableware prepared for the salon had already been arranged, and the staff were all in the front to participate in the order maintenance of the exhibition. There was no one else in the empty banquet hall.

But he still heard the sound, from the sound of the wind that passed through the passage far away.

Excited panting, angry scolding, bubbles bursting, the sound of shoe soles leaving marks...

Not only absolute sound perception, but also keen hearing, and more, the subtle changes in tone mixed in the words, those subtle changes, those emotions that seem to shout in his ears...

Through sound and wavelength, the dynamics of the rebirth of all things and the scene of the end of the world are transmitted to his ears. In his thirty years of life, he has never been able to get a moment of peace.

"It's no exaggeration to say that I can even tell whether they are telling the truth or a lie. I can sense their emotional changes. I can feel a lot of things just through some very small changes in the scale. You came to me to ask, maybe because you have heard some comments that I am very good at expressing emotions with tunes, but I have to admit that I still have regrets."

This is what he wanted to ask Kitagawa Yusuke. It was the question he wanted to ask after hearing from Sanada Kazuzo about the ins and outs of all the entanglements between Miyoshi Asako and Kyujuku Motoyasu.

Miyoshi Asako, the prisoner who couldn't get out of the predicament, couldn't give him an answer, but he hoped Kitagawa Yusuke could.

"I can't hear my own emotions, and I can't write about them. Whenever I try to calm down and want to listen to my heartbeat carefully, I can only hear..."

Yuga Kyosuke pursed his lips, and the rest of the words became a little hard to say.

Sitting opposite him, Kitagawa Yusuke, who had been listening silently for a long time, spoke up and finished the second half of the sentence for him.

"You can only hear the sound of fire."

Haga Kyosuke opened his eyes.

This time, he clearly distinguished what he wanted to hear from Kitagawa Yusuke's voice.

It was some kind of similar movement, something that Haga Kyosuke himself had also been looking for for many years.

"So what you actually want to ask me is not about the painting." Knowing what this literary youth wanted to say through these stream-of-consciousness expressions, Tang Ze corrected his previous doubts, "What you want to ask me is what I thought of Mr. Madarame when I painted "Desire". You want to ask me if I hate him, and you want to ask me what I want to do when I find out the truth, right?"

To be more straightforward, he wanted to ask whether Kitagawa Yusuke at that time had murderous intentions, just like Miyoshi Asako.

Haga Kyosuke's parents were killed by his uncles and grandparents. These people were not only relatives who helped him live a lonely life and accompanied him to grow up, but also the culprits who killed their loved ones and put him in this situation.

He has been trapped in hatred for too long, and at this moment, he may have made an irreversible choice, but he is still torn by warmth and self-loathing.

So after learning about Miyoshi Asako and Kitagawa Yusuke's life experience, Yuga Kyosuke asked this question.

"So, what you said before was not true." Yuga Kyosuke looked at him steadily and said in a very affirmative tone, "The prototype of "Desire" is indeed not a carousel, but you went to the amusement park to meet Miyoshi Asako and draw a similar state of mind from her to complete your painting, right?"

This is the truth that Yuga Kyosuke believes.

Kitagawa Yusuke is a somewhat magical painter. Since paying attention to this person, he has secretly collected a lot of content related to him.

This boy is not just good at painting. His brush is very special. He can restore the real human appearance through the description of children, and can also visually outline the original appearance of everything at the crime scene, as if he is not using any vulgar things like paint, but the sand of time, the love, hate and hatred of human beings...

Including today, among countless people, he chose Yuga Kyosuke himself and asked to talk with him.

"I am willing to assist you in your creation. If you need another painting like "Desire", I think you may need my help." When Yuga Kyosuke said this, his expression became calm and peaceful again.

He also wanted to see what kind of color he had in Kitagawa Yusuke's painting.

Will he be comforted like Miyoshi Asako, or even forgiven? Will the other party encourage him or criticize him?

Will a fellow who can empathize with his situation approve of his approach? Will he think that his choice of revenge is too extreme, destroying others and himself?

Feeling that his life was becoming increasingly unbalanced, Yuga Kyosuke needed an answer, whether it was approval or rejection.

"Actually, there's no need to make it so complicated."

Before he opened his mouth to reveal his identity, Tang Ze blinked, and a red color flashed from under his gray contact lenses.

After all, this was a place Conan had wandered before, so for the sake of caution, he first scanned for bugs and the like.

"You don't need me to 'retell' it for you, Yuga Kyosuke. You can listen to the voice of your heart yourself."

Tang Ze raised his hand and casually made a piano-playing gesture on the empty tablecloth, and before Yuga Kyosuke laughed at his funny amateur imitation, he made a gesture of pressing down the keys.

The melodious, unique piano sound suddenly sounded from his empty palm.

Yuga Kyosuke's eyes widened suddenly.