The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"So, is my guess during the day correct? Regarding the so-called 'fate deviation'."

Almost as soon as he opened the door of the Velvet Bar, Karasawa directly asked his question.

Leon, who was standing at the bar and wiping his wine glass, looked at him and showed a slightly helpless smile: "Why ask knowingly? You have already reached a conclusion and you don't need me to give you an answer."

"No, I just think that you, the Velvet Assistant, have somewhat neglected your duty." Tangze folded his arms and condemned unceremoniously, "I know that there are many things that you can't tell me directly, because the Velvet Assistant is only a witness to the rebirth. , you can't interfere with the progress of the situation based on your own preferences, but you are an exception, a special situation, and I don't see any strange old man with a long nose here... What is the point of being the Riddler? "

According to Karasawa's understanding of the P series, the velvet dwellers of the P series are existences constructed from gazes from another level. Although they also have self-awareness and their own joys and sorrows, they are not the same as the real humans living in the world. It's different.

Because they focus on being a companion, the effect achieved is the Riddler state where he seems to understand a little but says nothing.

Like him, the long-nosed old man who could drive him out without waving his hand and chasing his assistant all day long to ask about the basic settings of the world was probably one of the few special cases. However, precisely because it was a special case, Karasawa was right Leon was dissatisfied with the concealment.

"You are not a serious assistant at all." Tang Ze sighed, "I am not blind. No matter how you look at it, your appearance is that of a person with different hair color and eye color, and similar facial features. Myself. Not in the abstract sense, I mean, you really are myself.”

In the past, Lyon has said similar descriptions. The phrase "I am you, you are me" mixed in the P series seems to mean "self" in a psychological sense, but as I said before, first of all, If Leon is a serious velvet assistant, no matter how you think about it, his assistant should be a big sister even if she is not a silver-haired little lolita like the original. It is unlikely that such a situation will happen.

Secondly, Leon’s face looks so much like Karasawa.

Due to his appearance, hair color and bones, Leon's appearance is a little closer to that of a Caucasian than Karasawa himself, who is of mixed race. His short golden hair and golden eyes make him look very light-pigmented. It's not easy to see the resemblance to Karasawa, who clearly has Asian characteristics, at first glance.

But Tang Ze faces this face every night, and even if he is not sensitive to his appearance in his life, he can almost see his proficiency.

"In addition, you can not only see the memories of my current life, but also the memories of my previous life... At this point, I have already guessed 70% to 80% of the possible situations. What else is going on? It must be hidden from me.”

Leon paused, put down the cup in his hand, and looked at Tangze.

He did not deny Karasawa's accusation, but replied softly: "Didn't you hear it, guest? Now, no one can know your future destiny. You have abandoned the past track and embarked on a completely different path. Road. So I can’t give you the answer. You are no longer what I can define.”

It sounded like another round of riddles and rejections, but Tang Ze's mind moved quickly, and he quickly figured out what Leon was describing.

"So, as I guessed, it's no longer a week." Tang Ze looked directly at Leon without evading, "What you call a completely different path means that this time I went in a completely different direction. You can’t answer with your old experience, can you?”

In response to his sharp statement, Leon just bowed and saluted without answering.

And Tang Ze had already gotten the answer from his silence.

"I knew...I knew..." Tang Ze scratched his hair twice irritably.

His irritability did not come from the other party's acquiescence to his guess, but from following this guess and imagining it, he thought of something disturbing.

Why is his fate tied to cooperation?

Of course, he was influenced by them, and he also influenced them. It is a fact that he completed the spiral of destiny through the interaction between people, but no matter how you look at it, this deviation in destiny is strongly bound to the relationship between coop It feels like saying...

"Last time, their ending was very bad, right?" Tang Ze lowered his eyes, "And it was because of me?"

The moment he said these words, some images suddenly flashed back in Tang Ze's mind.

The brief scene in his dream as he emerged from the cocoon of Noah's Ark.

And those vague sentences heard while standing in that empty but unsettling subway secret room.

If, he means if.

If he hadn't changed his plan because of Hoshikawa Hui's appearance, if he hadn't changed his mentality because of Fangtani Rei's sincerity, what's more, if he hadn't recovered his memory earlier and was still a pure high school student, there would be no Resist organizational pressure...

"Don't think about the past that no longer exists, guest."

Leon took the rare opportunity to come out from behind the bar.

He approached the door and gently patted Tang Ze on the shoulder.

"One thing you said is actually inaccurate. No matter how similar I am to you, I am not exactly you. I am just a bystander. Even if your guess is true, it doesn't matter. Just because I can't accept that ending, You just made the choice. Now that you are standing here, doesn't it prove that no matter what desperate situation you are in, you will challenge the impossible in order to get the results you want? There is no need to think about the dead past? , you are proof of your own efforts.”

Leon lowered his gaze, and his silver eyelashes covered his metallic pupils, also covering the sadness in his eyes.

He will not be knocked down by failures and setbacks. Even if he is covered in mud, he will eventually crawl out of the abyss... This is Tang Ze's style, and it is also the most stable and determined part of his personality, no matter how many things he has experienced. , whether he still has those memories, how multi-faceted his character is, as long as he does not lose these qualities, he will still be Tang Ze.

And Lyon will always be Lyon.

Tang Ze, who had his head lowered, slowly raised his head and looked at him silently.

Leon didn't speak any more, just quietly accepting Tang Ze's gaze.

After just staring at each other in silence for a few seconds, Tang Ze suddenly said: "Where is Ci'er, are you talking about Ci'er?"

"What word?"

"The atmosphere has reached this point, it wouldn't be appropriate if I didn't do a rank-up closing poem..."

"Huh? You came to me all of a sudden and went crazy, and you expect me to give you some more skills? You even eat and take them, right?"

While the two were making jokes, a series of crisp wind chimes came from outside the bar door.

"Okay, don't sleep." Leon pushed Tangze angrily, "You are the only one who can suddenly come in and ask questions in the middle of work."

"Hey, what's your attitude? You're just kicking people out, right?"

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"Documents, look for the list of related persons in document No. 3. Tsk, where did it go..."

"Here and there. You've been working for so long and you haven't developed the habit of organizing files properly, Xiao Zhenping."

"Huh? You're a newbie in the workplace and you still think highly of me..." "If you want to argue, we'll have to argue tomorrow." Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his head faintly in the strong smell of coffee, "If I don't finish it tonight, I'm afraid Tang Ze will have another argument tomorrow morning. Will fight out."

Although Tang Ze did a good job in this regard, if possible, it would be better to keep Tang Ze as little exposed to those things as possible.

He didn't know where Tang Ze's peculiar ease in dealing with these things came from, but no matter how he thought about it, it was not a good thing for a child to play the role of a gangster so skillfully, not to mention that Tang Ze's mood did appear different. Unusual fluctuations.

It’s better to reduce this risk as much as possible.

Matsuda Jinping's eyebrows jumped: "Tang Ze is still here, and you said that in front of him..."

As he spoke, he looked in Tang Ze's direction, but his words became quieter and quieter.

The other members who were still busy saw his silence and looked in Tangze's direction.

Tangze, who was holding a dozen kraft paper file bags in his arms, was originally responsible for summarizing and prioritizing everyone's files - only Tangze, who had been working with these channels for a long time, could do this job - but he was not I knew when he had leaned back on the chair and fell asleep quietly.

The noisy war room gradually became quiet.

"Crack."

The ballpoint pen slipped from Tang Ze's hanging hand and fell into the scattered papers on the ground, making a muffled sound.

The few people who were staring silently here seemed to be awakened by the sound, and resumed their movements. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they all started talking in a slight breath.

"Did he fall asleep just after 2 o'clock in the morning? Doesn't he stay up all night at this time..."

"What you said makes me finally realize that we are an illegal organization. Does this count as exploiting minors?"

"Ha, this is considered being exploited by a minor. Why don't we stay up when he stays up late? But he may be too tired. He has been spinning lately."

"It may also be an emotional reason. Excessive mood swings are also very energy-consuming."

"It's so rare..."

A few people leaned over gently and confirmed that Tang Ze was really asleep. Then they whispered to each other for a while and stretched out their hands.

Tangze was curled up in the armchair, his posture a bit awkward.

While observing Tang Ze's condition, they carefully supported Tang Ze's limbs and neck, maintaining smooth movements, and carefully lifted Tang Ze from the chair.

"I haven't woken up yet. I must be really tired."

"Maybe, but his sleep schedule has been pretty bad lately. I'll ask Shiho to get him some medicine tomorrow."

"The files are almost sorted, and the remaining Ireland may have been solved. Let him sleep."

It is still a bit difficult for one person to lift a young man who is close to an adult male without disturbing him. Fortunately, thanks to Karasawa's efforts, the Phantom Thieves no longer lack adults with sufficient strength.

Several people supported Karasawa's body. Miyano Akemi carefully pulled out the document bag from Karasawa's arms. A group of people maintained this strange posture and slowly carried Karasawa back to the bedroom.

Although Karasawa chooses to live in cafes most of the time and rarely returns to the base to spend the night, he also has his own room here, but there are not many things on it, and it slightly lacks the atmosphere of life.

"Looking at his harmless appearance, I really can't tell that he is such a dangerous guy."

"Really? I think his face is still quite aggressive when he's not smiling..."

"But he's always smiling, even now."

"Ha, I think this guy is too burdened..."

"Shh... don't disturb him..."

Miyano Akemi raised her index finger to warn, then reached out to tidy up the hair that had fallen on Tang Ze's face, and gently tidied up the quilt on Tang Ze's body, covering him tightly.

No wonder they were surprised at Tang Ze's state. This guy who had a hard time expressing his pressure was really too accustomed to and too good at playing the role of a reliable captain. It was really rare to see him fall asleep without any precautions in the noisy operations room.

After confirming again that Tang Ze's breathing was still long and quiet, the few people walked out on tiptoe while talking in a low voice.

"It's so rare to see him like this. Can I take a picture?"

"Stop it, Matsuda. Let him sleep well. He's been running around these past few days..."

As the bedroom door slowly closed, the doorknob turned slowly at a cautious speed, and slowly closed completely, their voices completely disappeared.

It wasn't until the whole room fell into complete darkness and silence that Tang Ze, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

They guessed right. Tang Ze really wouldn't do that. How should I put it? It was a beautiful misunderstanding.

He had almost finished sorting out the files, and suddenly remembered the problem during the day. On a whim, he closed his eyes and went to the bar to torture Lyon. In the eyes of his teammates, this scene seemed like he was tired and fell asleep.

Because of habit, he slept very lightly in his previous life, and the slightest movement was enough to wake him up.

It was the same in this life. Perhaps in order to retain this part of the characteristics, his velvet room also had such a design. Any noise from the outside world would become the welcome bell of the bar, reminding Tang Ze to wake up in time and confirm the safety of the surrounding environment.

Almost at the moment when several people's hands touched him, his consciousness was pushed out of the bar by Leon.

However, it would be a bit embarrassing to open his eyes suddenly at this time, so he just let it go.

"I'm really being taken care of like a child." Tang Ze shook his head, but he didn't mean to get up.

Am I the proof of my own efforts...?

He pulled the corner of the quilt, kept the smile on his lips, and closed his eyes again while lying on the bed.