The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Tang Ze's mood? Of course he wasn't in a good mood.

No matter who it is, facing a job that has been done for 6 years, he must have entered a period of burnout with no passion.

If he showed enthusiasm and interest in this job at the beginning, it was mainly because, right, it was the inertia of his previous life. Those who understand will understand. On the other hand, he was also slightly curious about what kind of form these familiar strangers would take in this world and this cultural background.

After actual contact, his mood began to drop sharply.

There is nothing to be curious about. There is nothing new under the sun. It's just that according to the different laws and enforcement strengths of various countries, there are slight differences in the degree of lawless lunatics. The rest is really the same familiar things.

In less than a week, Tang Ze found out about the situation around Mika while walking in the city. He not only successfully created an image of a big boss with extraordinary background for Amuro Toru, but also figured out the scope and area that needed to be cleared next...

How should I put it? Six years of undercover career, plus the relevant investigation and review, etc., his time as a senior executive in some organizations was the longest career he had ever had in his two lives. Some things are really engraved in his DNA, jargon, the location of underground channels, how to hand over and communicate, how to fabricate an identity for himself, these things are easy for him to do.

It is normal for him to be uninterested if it is not challenging to this extent.

"Speaking of this, there are indeed some things to pay attention to recently." Amuro Toru retracted his gaze, put the baked bread one by one on the oil-absorbing paper and tray, arranged neatly, and said casually, "Recently, there has been some unrest over here. It doesn't seem to be the channel of the organization. Maybe there are some blind guys who are developing their power here."

Tang Ze raised his eyelids: "Oh? Could it be that someone is here to sell their own goods? They are quite courageous."

Bourbon and Kumail borrowed the resources and power of the organization to create a fake gang network. Although it was fake, and although the men working for them had no idea what they were responsible for, they were in a state of being fooled by the Riddler. Dog was secretly engaged in delivering carefully packaged rock sugar for the two undercovers. It seemed to be selling intelligence, but in fact it was to pass messages to the informants of the public security for them, but at least to the outside world, it was still quite bluffing.

Two guys who are very rich and have a lot of black channels have used various means to control the underground industry in such a large area. Anyone with a discerning eye would not be so blind as to develop their power to Beika Town unless their background is really deep.

Such a quick action, such a sharp vision, this is why Tang Ze will set the direction of his work in this area. Compared with being a killer in the organization or playing a star detective on TV, this is his real comfort zone.

"It's not clear yet." In contrast, Amuro Toru is indeed a novice in this field, "You probably have to find a way to investigate it."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Tang Ze gestured, picked up the plate and walked out of the kitchen without paying much attention, and went to put it in the cupboard for Amuro Toru.

Paying attention to this aspect of the problem, in addition to Tang Ze's own familiarity and ease with it, his familiarity with the plot also played a big role.

In Conan, there are actually quite a few cases related to these banned drugs. Some of them are fragmentary. For example, the doctor killed by Kyosuke Fudo in the case of Kyosuke Fudo involved some illegal drug transactions. There was also the famous scene of Conan reaching out to dip powder into his mouth in the Moon Shadow Island...

As for the organization, it seems to have nothing to do with these things, but Tang Ze has not forgotten the false version of the Twilight Annex tragedy in the Twilight Mansion case.

The real murderer of the case is Karasuma Renya himself, but in the rumors outside, there is a more mysterious version of this case. Tang Ze secretly investigated it with the convenience of the Zero Group and the First Investigation Division. The police's statement is similar, believing that methamphetamine played a very important role in this case.

It is better to believe it than not to believe it. Tang Ze combined this work with Bourbon's power, and also wanted to see the reaction of the organization.

Of course, he also did not forget the famous childhood shadow, the devil curator Tsukawa Hideji from the Beihua Library.

The elevator door slowly opened, revealing a twisted face in the darkness. This picture should be an important source of nightmares for many people when they were young.

Strangely, his investigation around this person yielded no results.

The current director of the Beihua Library is not called this name, and the name of Tsukawa Hideji has never caused any movement in the navigation of the other world.

Is this the power of the butterfly effect? ​​Or has his work weakened the influence of this network to some extent, and the original director left his original position because of this?

I hope so...

He placed the white disk in his hand lightly into the glass display cabinet, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Ding Dong——"

As the elevator door opened, Conan, who was yawning, was pulled by several children and forced to keep up with their pace and rushed to the children's reading area.

"Hurry up, Conan!" Ayumi pushed him behind him, "You have to finish your homework well, don't be lazy!"

"Yes, yes——" Conan, who was not getting enough sleep, yawned again with a long tone.

It's not that he didn't want to do his homework on purpose. Primary school homework is so easy. It's just that his life was so busy during this holiday. He ran around everywhere and had so many ups and downs. He almost forgot that he had a first-grade holiday homework to finish.

This time, when he just came back, he sneaked to the doctor's place, wanting to take the opportunity to inquire about the movements of the neighbors next door, but was blocked by the young detective team who came to the door.

After finding out that he didn't do his homework, the group of children said that they couldn't watch him fall behind alone, and decided to accompany him to the library to do his homework.

"Dear friends, don't run in the corridor, be careful not to fall." The library staff passing by stopped the children in a hurry and gently reminded them, "Don't worry, there are not many people in the reading room, so don't fight for it."

The few people who were caught stopped the car, responded honestly, and returned to their normal walking speed.

"Why do you have to go to the library to do your homework..." Conan, who finally stopped, pressed the corners of his eyes that were filled with tears because of sleepiness, "Can't I do it at the doctor's house?"

"Isn't the most important homework this holiday the reading experience?" Ayumi looked back with a surprised look, "It's difficult to write 800 words, and you haven't written a single word yet."

A mere 800 words...

Conan pursed his lips helplessly, but it was difficult to refute his friends.

Although he felt that this group of people said they wanted to help him with his homework, but in fact they just came to the library to read comic books, after all, most elementary school students couldn't afford comics with their pocket money, but some of them did have good intentions.

Going to the library is better than going to the park to make trouble, or going to the game hall, right?

Conan comforted himself in his heart and followed a few people into the children's reading room.

Conan didn't check the classification of the bookshelf carefully, but just picked up a book that was placed diagonally on the bookshelf.

According to the common placement habits of libraries, if there are more than one set of the same book in stock, they will basically be placed next to each other. Such books with large spaces can be regarded as "best-selling books" in this reading room.

Turning over and looking at the cover, it is indeed a comic book.

As luck would have it, it is still a comic book with a thief as the protagonist. The cover shows a figure with a hat lowered and a black cloak covering his whole body. The edge of the hat reveals a small mustache and a smiling mouth, which makes Conan's mouth twitch for a while.

Phantom thief, a thief again...

I always feel that after the re-activation of Kaito Kid, coupled with the frequent activities of Joker and others, the image of the thief has become inexplicably popular among children.

Damn, in the past, whether it was the subject of creation or the news page, the detective was the absolute protagonist... Oh, not entirely right, there are exceptions...

After wiping the face of Akechi Goro that flashed in his mind, Conan tiredly stuffed the book back and walked to the next bookshelf.

Forget it, the school certainly doesn't expect them to study such entertainment works and then write some experience, so he should just read some literature books seriously.

The other members of the Junior Detective Team pretended to search for a while, and soon each picked up a hardcover comic with a bright and beautiful cover, sat down at the table and read it with relish.

Conan shook his head without being surprised, and walked to the bookshelf deeper in the town alone.

Perhaps because there are other special student libraries in the town, the children's reading area of ​​the Beihua Library is not very large. At least in his impression, their ordinary lending room for adults is much larger than this one, and the number of books is also visibly different. The books on the bookshelf, in addition to the comics and miscellaneous materials that children will like, are mainly popular science books that are easy to attract children, with colorful covers.

At a glance, without taking them off the bookshelf one by one, you can guess that they are not suitable for writing book reviews.

Conan doesn't hate reading. As a detective, his rich knowledge reserve comes largely from the various miscellaneous books provided by his father's three-story circular library. However, he believes that reading is a very personal thing. What you like to read and what you gain after reading should belong to you. Writing a review after reading is very annoying.

...Speaking of which, when Karasawa asked Hamano Toshiya to write a review at the villa yesterday, he always felt his eyelids twitching. At that time, Conan thought it was some kind of ominous signal. Now thinking carefully, it might be because he had completely forgotten about this homework, and his subconscious mind was reminding him.

Alas, even for adults like that, writing a review after participating in an event is such a painful thing...

"It's crooked..." Conan muttered softly, tiptoed twice, but couldn't reach it, so he had to apologize in his heart, stepped on the bookshelf below and climbed up a little, and took down a book.

A children's edition of a world classic, with a cute pencil drawing of a dancing girl in red on the cover, which has a delicate taste like a fairy tale.

This is good, it is more convenient for homework than comics...

Conan took the book and walked out of the gap between the bookshelves. When he walked towards the direction where the other three people couldn't stop laughing, he bumped into a man.

This man had a very standard image of a young and middle-aged office worker, with meticulously combed hair, a slightly fat body, and a slightly wrinkled suit.

Although the city was not as snowy as it was in the villa, the weather was cold enough at this time. The man was sweating all over his head and his face was a little stiff.

He was holding a cardboard box in his arms with labels of old books on it. He seemed to be a staff member who came to sort and replace books. When Conan suddenly came out from behind the bookshelf and bumped into him, he seemed to be startled and the cardboard box in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

"Hey, uncle, be careful--" Conan raised his hand without thinking and helped him hold the box in his arms.

"Thank you, thank you..." The man found that it was a short child, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly held the cardboard box again.

With this action, Conan glanced at the box in his arms and couldn't help but wonder.

Isn't it written on this box that it's old books? Why are there not only original English books that should not appear in the children's reading area, but also plastic-wrapped books in it, which look brand new.

Conan raised his head and examined the man for two seconds, silently using reasoning to judge his situation.

Two seconds later, he used his usual childish voice, pretending to be innocent and said: "Uncle, are you very hot? There is sweat on your head."

"I..." The man was instinctively startled after hearing what he said, and he calmed down, quickly raised one sleeve and wiped his face randomly.

He has not yet grasped the decisive evidence. If he acts rashly and is discovered by the curator...

"Or put the box down." Conan saw him holding a heavy book box with one hand to tidy up his appearance, and kindly reminded, "It's inconvenient to wipe sweat with one hand, right?"

"Oh, oh, right..." The man seemed to have finally broken free from some tense emotions, and he regained control of his expression, put down the cardboard box, and took a deep breath.

Although he didn't dare to call the police, worried that it would attract the attention of the curator in advance, the curator had not yet become suspicious.

He couldn't show any abnormality and couldn't let the curator notice.

He still has his own family to take care of, with a wife and children. He is not alone and cannot be so aggressive...

Thinking of this, he quickly sorted himself out, and did not forget to carefully adjust the position of the books in the carton so that it still looked as if it had not been touched, and then closed the half-open seal again.

In this way, it looks exactly the same as when it had not been opened.

Almost at the moment when he had just sorted out his things, a voice came from the aisle outside the bookshelf.

"Yutian, what are you doing here?"

Conan, who was watching the man sorting out his emotions, turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with deep nasolabial folds and a somewhat mean face, frowning and walking towards them.

"Oh, I'm..." The man called Yutian was about to answer, but Conan raised his voice and a sharp child's voice that seemed a bit harsh interrupted him crisply.

"This uncle is helping me find a book!" Conan raised the book in his hand, "I can't reach the bookshelf, please help me take it down!"

The director glanced at the book cover in his hand, and then looked at the empty space on the shelf next to him that was already at the height of an adult's neck, and then he relaxed his expression.

"So that's it. It's good that you are not lazy, Yutian, don't let me down."

"Yes, Director!" Instinctively stood up and bowed in a standard way, and Yutian couldn't help showing a slightly horrified look on his drooping face.

What does he mean by this sentence? Is he really just beating himself up because he thinks the employee is lazy, or has he noticed something?

I haven't told anyone about this yet, but I went to that strange website to publish the commission with some unrealistic expectations.

It shouldn't be discovered, it shouldn't be, don't scare yourself, don't reveal flaws...

Conan, who was standing on the side, carefully observed the interaction between the two people and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

There is something strange...