The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Although the tarot cards he was given had an imperial feel, and although the abilities he was given were also very strange, in any case, Tang Ze's plan was a great success.

Without further delaying outside, he packed two chiffon cakes for Conan, and as an apology for being tricked by him, he sent the little detective back to the Maori Detective Agency.

School ended at four o'clock, but the murder in the art museum delayed it until five o'clock. If I didn't send the elementary school students home, I would be accused of being a spoiled child.

"Tangze, can I call you like this?" Although the experience of these two hours was full of ups and downs, and the experience of having his vest broken to the ground was a big blow to Conan, but now walking beside Tangze, he felt that there was something wrong with him. It would also be nice to have a peer who knows his true identity.

The past few days were inexplicably long for some reason, but it hadn't been long since he was attacked by men in black at the amusement park and turned into a child.

One after another sudden situations, he had to adapt to the change of identity, and he had to find a way to hide Xiaolan and Uncle Maori. He was really not a good liar. As Tang Ze said, his acting skills were not good at all. However, he had to make up lies all the time, which doubled his pressure, but he had no place to relieve it.

Being able to speak in a true state like this made Conan feel relaxed.

"Of course, Conan-kun." Tang Ze gave him his newly promoted thigh, ah no, his assistant supported him.

"Aren't you curious why I became smaller? You didn't even ask me."

"You don't have to ask to know that this is a very troublesome situation. I can't protect myself now, so I better stop being curious about the parts that I can't help. It will cause trouble for others." Tang Ze said this, but what he was thinking in his heart was, in fact No need to ask, when the all-knowing detective classmate starts investigating Karasawa's case, he will naturally find traces of the black organization, and he will not be able to escape even if he needs to say, "Compared with this, I am more curious about why you came to Maori-san." At home. Suzuki-san said that you two were childhood sweethearts, so she and her father must know what you looked like when you were a child, and she is also very familiar with you. Is this really okay?"

Conan pushed up his glasses, remembering the plan proposed by Dr. A Li, and said without confidence: "Well...someone suggested to me that I can make Uncle Maori a famous detective, and then when he is famous enough, I can use his channels Find the group of people who murdered me..."

Conan's voice became smaller and smaller under Karasawa's speechless and sympathetic eyes.

"No, this plan?" Conan asked quietly.

Tang Zegao said with high emotional intelligence: "It is imaginative and a story that some people are willing to pay to listen to."

After being teased like this, Conan finally felt that Karasawa was from Kyoto. He scratched his temples awkwardly: "Is it still feasible? Just like today...ah, it was a mistake today, but I successfully asked Uncle Maoli to solve a few cases, and I have begun to gain a certain reputation."

Tang Ze touched his right arm with lingering fear: "If you insist on trying this method, I have no objection. But next time, if you want me to cooperate, just say so directly. I don't want to get a sudden injection of anesthetic."

"Ah ha ha ha..." After a few dry laughs, Conan felt that the thoughts running through Tang Ze's mind were definitely not polite, so he changed the subject and said, "Uncle Maori becoming a famous detective is also a good thing for you, right? Your case also needs to have Channel investigation.”

"It's hard to say." Tangze expressed his attitude tactfully. "If I have to say there are any advantages, it's a good thing that I don't have to come forward. My identity is very embarrassing. If I participate in the case by being in the limelight, the mastermind behind the scenes will not let it go. "It's very dangerous for me to be high-profile, and I'm still a juvenile delinquent. Once this is exposed, the media will pursue me fiercely..."

Conan recalled the scene in the art museum where Karasawa approached Inspector Megure and hoped that he would not mention it to the public, and nodded understandingly.

The setting sun on the horizon made the clouds a fiery red, and the afterglow of dusk shone on the two of them, reminding Conan of the day when he was led by Mao Lilan and walked to her house.

How was he feeling at that time?

"Don't be too pessimistic, Tang Ze." Conan raised his hand so far that it could only reach Tang Ze's elbow, but patted him comfortingly, "There is hope while you are still alive. No matter how bad the situation is, don't give up."

Tangze lowered his head to look at the child who was trying to show sympathy for his fellow sufferers, and patted him on the shoulder in response.

At this moment, Tangze was thinking, go faster, send him back as soon as possible. This little kid has no sense of confidentiality. Who knows when he will show up behind Akai Shuichi or Amuro Toru, I want to cover your fragile vest. Ah, Conan-san.

The two people, who were not on the radio at all, walked in the orange sunset while chatting happily, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

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Tangze, who came home late, walked into the cafe. Before he put down his bag, his guardian grabbed him and turned him around to check if he was injured.

"Mr. Amuro..." Karasawa didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I was just invited to the art museum by my classmates after school, so I won't be attacked."

Toru Amuro, who confirmed that Karasawa had no new injuries, let go of the high school students who were being interrogated and walked back to the bar: "And then there was a murder?"

Tangze spread his hands innocently and said, "Yes, we were the first ones to discover the scene. We were left by the police to help handle the case, so we came back late. We really didn't encounter any other trouble."

When Toru Amuro thought about this, he felt even more headache: "You don't know, you think detectives like Mr. Mori are cool, and you want to have fun being a detective, right?"

Toru Amuro, an intelligence officer with extensive information channels, naturally knew the true role played by Karasawa in this case. The police were basically fooled by the murderer's cover-up method. They were about to arrest the slandered scapegoat, but once the real murderer left the scene , he can get rid of the pen hidden on his body, and it will be very difficult to find evidence to identify the murderer.

As Ryoya Rei, he was very pleased to see Tangze, who was tortured by false accusations, choose to clear others' wrongdoings and become the character who helped others.

Tangze's disappointment with the judiciary was not catalyzed into indifference and hostility. He has been exposed to rain, and even now he is still in the pouring rain, and he is willing to hold an umbrella for others. This is such a valuable quality.

But on the other hand, Toru Amuro also knew that Karasawa was in danger.

If he appears in the media like those detectives, Toru Amuro is not sure what method the organization will choose to prevent Karasawa from receiving more attention and causing changes in the plan.

"Isn't it possible? Detective or something." Tang Ze pondered for a while, and felt that his words were more of Jiang Guling, and said, "My identity is not suitable for exposure. When the time comes, let the public know the key to the case. If the clue is provided by a criminal, then they will question the correctness of the conclusion... I just want to help, not to cause trouble. Don't worry, Mr. Amuro, I have asked the police officer handling the case not to disclose it."

As for the unjust case against him, it is simply a sharp knife, designed to stab the conscientious red party people. Like a buff, just by putting it on his head, Tangze can stand on the moral high ground and urinate wherever he wants.

Toru Amuro was choked just like Conan a few minutes ago, so he had no choice but to reach out and pat Karasawa's shoulder comfortingly.

It works really well. Tang Ze sighed, without feeling any pain in his conscience, and said he would dare next time.

Once he gets involved in a few more cases for the reason of "preventing others from suffering the same suffering as me", his character will be impeccable.

A young man who has been hurt by violence to the point of being autistic and has lost trust in society can, out of a simple sense of justice and strong empathy, reach out to everyone who is as unfortunate as himself. No one can say that he is a saint!

It’s another day when I don’t have time to go to work to catch fish. Chapter 2 will be updated at night.