The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

When Toru Amuro returned to Polo Cafe, it was drizzling in Tokyo. The hazy rain and mist splashed on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe, softening the dim light in the attic into warm light and shadow.

He suddenly remembered the first night Tangze came here.

He was also like this, sitting in the driver's seat and looking at the attic with the door closed, his brows furrowed and helpless.

He was racing all the way back to Tokyo from Gunma. Now it was dark and completely silent, as if to match the deep pain in his heart.

Toru Amuro took a deep breath, opened the door of the cafe, and walked up to the attic.

The attic door was not locked, so he turned the handle and successfully opened it.

A man in a Didan school uniform was sitting at the desk in the attic with his back to the door, humming softly. The short attic was clean and tidy, and was brightly illuminated by the overhead light, as if everything was as usual.

If the man who looked like Karasawa hadn't been cleaning and maintaining a sniper rifle, Toru Amuro might have regarded the video that made him despair as just a nightmare.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Karasawa quickly disassembled the gun in his hand into its parts and placed them on the table one by one. He stood up with a smile and extended his hand to Toru Amuro: "Hello, you are Bourbon-senpai, right? I’m Kumail, it’s our first time meeting you, please give me some advice.”

He uttered a similar set of honorifics to Karasawa when he first came, which made Toru Amuro's inner hatred rise even more.

Toru Amuro looked gloomy and did not touch his outstretched hand. He just crossed his arms and asked, "Whose plan was it to have you replace Karasawa Akira? Why didn't you notify me as the task executor in advance? You are Gin." Is he someone who was transferred here? Where did he get the authority to put people under my command without permission? Should he give me an explanation?"

Kumail was stunned for a moment, but didn't mind his vicious attitude. He just withdrew his hand and put it in the pocket of his school uniform: "Senior, if you have any dissatisfaction with him, it's better to get angry at him directly. I'm just a newbie. The little guy here can’t take care of this kind of thing.”

"Gin said you know how to use a sniper." Toru Amuro maintained a bad attitude and raised his chin contemptuously. "How many yards?"

"Six hundred yards, Bourbon-senpai."

"What about fighting? What's going on?"

"boxing."

"Can you still disguise yourself?"

"Hmm, do you want to try it, senior?"

Kumail adapted well to his aggressive questioning style, answering each question honestly and with a smile, as if he were answering interview questions from HR.

Toru Amuro looked at this handsome face that belonged to Karasawa, and all that flashed in his mind were Karasawa's dull eyes and blood-stained cheeks before his death.

Toru Amuro felt sick to his stomach by letting his murderer talk to him with his face like this.

Seeing that Toru Amuro did not deny his proposal, Kumail smiled and turned back to the table. There was a multi-layered cosmetic case, which contained some commonly used cosmetics and weird bottles and jars. He should be the one doing the trading. Tools that can be used.

"Want to try to look like me now? Your skin tone is a bit troublesome, you may need to use a strong concealer product...just kidding." Kumail mumbled while fiddling with the box. He said, "Just give me a reference picture. I guarantee that I can make the exact same face. My disguise skills are much better than my fists and kicks. From now on, you... eh? Senior?"

When he turned his back to speak, Toru Amuro pulled out his gun from his waist, opened the safety and loaded the gun, and without hesitation, he pressed the back of the head of the person in front of him.

With an innocent look on his face, Kumail opened his hands, and the makeup brushes and bottles he held in his hands clattered back into the box, and then he raised his hands knowingly to show that he was harmless.

"I don't like other people dirtying my place." Amuro Toru's voice was as cold as winter snow, "I don't like to point a fake face at other people's things."

The attic is now very clean. Not to mention the smell of blood, not even a trace of blood can be found.

Toru Amuro knew very well what he should do. He should also smile and praise the other party's superb method of cleaning up the scene and disposing of the body, so as to inquire about the whereabouts of Karasawa's body. He should also put his arms around the other party's shoulders affectionately and say something specious. Try to be a good intelligence worker.

But he can't.

Just like he couldn't put on a good face towards Akai Shuichi, what came to his mind when he saw Kumel's appearance was always the victim's dripping blood and dull eyes.

Even if he packages them as "bourbon's moody and bad-tempered" behavior, it can't hide that this is essentially an imprudent impulse.

He knew that he just couldn't do it.

Now, at least now, he didn't want to see this person smiling at him with a face that belonged to Tang Ze. He wanted to tear off this disguise and look directly at the truly abominable face, another unforgivable murderer.

So Toru Amuro reached out, grabbed Kumail's cheek, and pulled hard——

"It hurts, it hurts!" Kumail yelled without any image as the pistol was pressed against his head, and he raised his hand to cover the side of his face where Toru Amuro had left a red mark. "I told you this would hurt. !”

……Um?

Um? ! ? !

Toru Amuro retracted his hand in confusion and looked down at his gloves.

The fabric on it is clean, without any cosmetic powder.

He raised his head and looked even more blankly at Kumail, who was bent over due to pain and kept breathing in.

"Where is your disguise?" Toru Amuro heard his shocked and trembling voice, "No, you don't have a disguise..."

Karasawa rubbed his numb face with one hand - Toru Amuro really tried his best, it hurt so much - he ignored the muzzle of the gun pointed directly at him and turned around with a smile on his face.

"Are you scared? Mr. Amuro."

Toru Amuro blinked, and then blinked, and blinked desperately.

He opened his mouth slightly and put down the gun he held up.

"You are Tangze...you, you are..."

"It's me." Karasawa no longer spoke in Goro Akechi's sweet style and returned to his usual tone, "I'm not dead, Mr. Amuro. No, I can't call you that, right?"

At this point, Toru Amuro's brain was once again blank before he finally began to function normally.

"Then Kumail and Goro Akechi, that video..." If such a move hadn't seemed stupid, Toru Amuro must have taken out his phone to play back the attached video in his mailbox, or held down Karasawa to check his Face.

Tang Ze lowered his head and started to laugh, his shoulders shrugging with laughter.

"It was filmed using special techniques. Just think of it as a realistic drama." Karasawa looked relaxed and pulled out a black camera from his pocket and waved it in front of Toru Amuro's eyes.

In fact, there are some risks in doing this, and Tangze knows it very well.

This risk does not mean that the vest that he finally succeeded in faking death from the organization will fall off, but that he cannot explain his method to Toru Amuro.

He used methods beyond the scope of science to shoot and disguise, and it is even unclear where he learned [disguise], [sniper] and [combat].

To be on the safe side, he should continue to hide Tohru Amuro.

But he can't.

Anyway, even if they knew that this "Karasawa Akira" was played by "Akechi Goro", a qualified undercover agent would not arrest him just for the sake of temporary motivation. Conan and others had no way of knowing that "Karasawa changed someone". In fact, in fact, Tangze, who has not been replaced at all, has no risk of being discovered by the red team to be a fake Tangze. After all, he is exactly who he is.

On the contrary, a showdown with Tohru Amuro is an option full of uncertainty.

He would have to tell Toru Amuro his plan - at least part of it, which would more or less reveal that he had abilities related to cognitive mysteries. No matter how Toru Amuro understood it, he was not normal. The level of intelligence mastery will definitely be noticed by Toru Amuro.

If you don't tell him, there will be a hundred benefits and no harm, and you can sing and dance.

Tell him that apart from peeling off Toru Amuro's onion skin and exposing Rei Fukiya's true identity, there isn't much benefit.

He knew that he just couldn't do it.

In fact, in the initial plan, he really planned to hide it. As long as he wanted to, he would find ways to cover it up and make Toru Amuro believe that Karasawa was so cold that the ashes were poured into Tokyo Bay. .

But when Karasawa saw Toru Amuro sitting in a quiet movie theater like a forest of steles, looking at the past with a smile, he saw those dead people haunting his dreams...

Karasawa found that he really couldn't indifferently let Amuro Toru intensify his inner tear, and he couldn't indifferently let him hate himself deeply because of his love for himself.

Karasawa must admit that he can no longer regard Toru Amuro as a paper man in another dimension, and he can no longer manipulate the fate of his friends without any burden like executing a game strategy.

This is a real person, a flesh-and-blood person, an undercover agent with a complicated past, and a friend who has lived with him for a long time.

so……

Tang Ze smiled in relief.

"Is it time to tell me your real name, Mr. Public Security Officer?"

This silly name has been lying in my draft box for a month, and it finally saw the light of day——

The added update will be a narration about Karasawa's explanation of the plan. Don't worry, they will all be explained XD

Take advantage of now and decide to leave. Guess what Tang Ze did?