The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

The search for the group was of course fruitless.

The stolen collection is indeed not a big object. As long as the exchange is successful, it is not difficult to smuggle them away. However, their group of people does not have many belongings. Even if they know that this process is not rigorous, there are many people who are willing to transfer it. There is a chance that, at least for now, the police have no evidence to arrest any of them.

The only person who encountered trouble during the review was Gan Jiangyi, who followed him all the way in his own car carrying large and small bags.

Mumu Shisan looked at a series of professional props spread out in front of him, such as shovels, lockpicking tools, and bright flashlights, and looked at Ganjiang Yi with a subtle look: "You said, this is what you carry, 'Professional tools'?"

The general glanced at the things dug out on the ground, swallowed his saliva, and said stiffly, "Yes, yes! This is treasure hunting. I'm here, yes, I'm here to be a treasure hunter. Maybe it will be." Are there any secret passages, treasure troves, ruins that have been in disrepair, etc... Then, then maybe..."

Mumu Shisan snorted and did not listen to his sophistry. He motioned to his subordinates to put away all his bags of things that looked like dangerous goods, and then signaled that everyone could enter the castle.

As he just expressed euphemistically, although it is still unknown whether there is a treasure in the castle, it should still be very attractive to the unknown treasure thief, either for protection or surveillance. Regardless, the police have every reason to be involved in this exploration.

Natsumi Kasaka took a deep breath, secretly cast a veiled gaze at the crowd, nodded to the butler, and took the lead into the castle.

Although it is a castle that has been built for many years and has a strong sense of age, Yokosuka Castle, which has always been maintained by dedicated personnel, not only does not look old, but even has a sense of calmness and luxury given by time.

Influenced by German and Russian architectural styles at the same time, Kasaka Kiichi's architectural aesthetic is quite outstanding. It is gorgeous and complex without being cumbersome. Once you walk in, you will even feel as if you have stepped into a foreign country.

Karasawa observed the surrounding buildings and lightly kicked Kuroba Kaito.

The genuine Shiratori Rensaburo is an out-and-out architecture enthusiast. Standing in the midst of such a unique building, there would be a problem if his reaction was too bland.

Kuroba Kaito, who was about to open his mouth to continue discussing the topic just now, had no choice but to shut his mouth and, like the real Shiratori, began to analyze and admire the buildings in front of him.

After all, he is Kidd who has great artistic attainments. Of course, the effect of improvisation is excellent. Even Conan, who had been secretly observing him for a while, silently withdrew his eyes and continued to discuss Scoobin with several other detectives. problem.

Seeing that it was finally quiet around Tang Ze, Mao Lilan, who had been waiting for a long time, spotted the opening and moved forward, asking in a low voice: "Tang Ze, what did Officer Memu and the others say just now...?"

She looked at Tangze inquiringly for a while, making sure that no one was paying attention here, and then lowered her voice again and said even more quietly: "What on earth are you and Sonoko doing..."

In the past few days in Osaka, Conan, Hattori Heiji and others were busy paying attention to Kidd and then Scobin. They were always immersed in the atmosphere of the case and were not very sensitive to it, but Mao Lilan knew very well that Tang Ze's whereabouts.

To avoid suspicion, or to avoid attracting others' attention, Karasawa followed the girl group for two or three days in Osaka and toured Osaka under the guidance of Toyama Kazuha.

He "ran into" Pu Siqinglan many times on the way, and kept testing her identity. He especially liked to stimulate her repeatedly with the Chinese language, which made Pu Siqinglan reflexively start the whole process of combos when she saw him. It's all there, especially the issues surrounding the museum. Under the leadership of Suzuki Sonoko, Karasawa, who even openly entered and exited the warehouse, was paying attention to what he was interested in. Even the nervous Sonoko himself was confused. Very clear.

Therefore, almost as soon as she learned the list of stolen items, she realized that this matter was probably inseparable from Sonoko and Karasawa.

"...It's just as you guessed." Looking straight ahead, Tangze admitted calmly.

Mao Lilan opened her mouth, and in the next moment she became aware of the other people around her. She immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth, and could only look back at him with stunned eyes.

"Don't worry." Tang Ze showed a reassuring smile, "I'm measured."

Slightly distracted, his thoughts followed Mao Lilan's question back to two days ago.

"You seem to really like these things."

Karasawa turned around and saw Suzuki Sonoko who was staring at him with her head tilted, then turned her head to look at the display cabinet in front of her and laughed.

"I really like it." Tang Ze made no secret of his thoughts.

Suzuki Sonoko raised her eyebrows strangely.

She is indeed not a particularly keen type, but she is also not a fool. Pu Siqinglan, a stranger, does not know this, but she knows very well how abnormal Tang Ze's offensive attitude is. He questions the identity of the other party in his words. She also fully understood the explanation.

"There are obviously so many exhibits with different origins here. It is quite strange that she, a Chinese, is not interested in these Chinese things at all and cannot even recognize them."

"Well, it's much weirder than you think." Tang Ze stared at the calligraphy and painting in front of him for a moment, and his voice became softer. "If she is a qualified historian, she shouldn't be unable to recognize it."

Suzuki Sonoko, who walked to his side, also looked at the display case in front of her, trying to imitate Tang Ze, reading the manuscript in front of her word by word for a while, and finally shook her head in confusion.

"Well, I still don't quite understand why everyone is chasing these things." Folding her arms, Suzuki Sonoko said frankly, "Everyone started calling me a collector, but I know that this doesn't mean that I really have great appreciation skills or love these things, it's just because my family is rich and I have some relationship with Kitagawa-kun."

"Well, there must be some general labels. In a circle, people will recognize you and know how to communicate with you." Tang Ze understood what she meant and said half comfortingly.

Because Suzuki Sonoko herself really has no interest in art, her funding for Kitagawa Yusuke is more like a manifestation of a rich lady's casual behavior. People in the art industry don't want to give up this resource, but it's hard to give her a suitable positioning. In the end, they had to give her the title of collector to get closer and fight for resources.

For Suzuki Sonoko, this is a good springboard and a good start at her age, but she may not really like it.

"You are still so good at talking." Suzuki Sonoko laughed and looked at the things framed in the glass cabinet for a while, "You don't seem to appreciate these things, you seem to simply regret their stories. These cultural relics, and the things you talked to me about before, the Egg of Memory, I thought you wanted to persuade me to give it to the Russian ambassador. Otherwise..."

"No need." Hearing the meaning of her words, Tang Ze interrupted what she was about to say, "Although I really want to return the things to the original owner - no matter who it is - but it's really not necessary. This is just my own idea. You don't have to donate your collection because of my idea."

He knew that the Suzuki family's accumulation was there. A family that could casually treat the Egg of Memory as a toy for their children might not really care about these collections. For their family, collecting is more like accumulating family assets and part of fixed assets. Even if Suzuki Sonoko casually disposed of them, her parents might not have any objections.

The most direct way to solve the problem of the egg of memories is to give it directly to Natsumi Kosaka, and then send Pu Siqinglan to the police station. Including these things that appeared here because of the special world line and touched Tang Ze's heart, the Suzuki Group can easily fulfill his little regret by using the name of "returning cultural relics".

Maybe this will not harm anyone. The Suzuki family may be quite satisfied with this reputation bonus, which is helpful for business layout.

But Tang Ze doesn't want to do this.

Getting involved in such things will have an impact on their corporate image and Suzuki Sonoko's personal image. Even whether that country in this world is his hometown or not, and how he should define it now, are all questionable. For a little personal sadness, it is a bit ungrateful to put a friend on the fire.

Just because others have more, you can't ask others to contribute with confidence, right? Whether others want to contribute depends on their own ideas.

Before she could even open her mouth, Tang Ze rejected her idea in a soothing manner. Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but lower her head: "No, I just have some... some..."

Some, I feel sad for Tang Ze.

There is no doubt that Suzuki Sonoko is a generous person, especially to her friends.

She cherishes Xiaolan very much, including Kudo Shinichi, who grew up with her. It is normal for her to spend a lot of money and accompany her bestie around the world. She has never been stingy in using the small resources she has to meet her friends' wishes. If Tang Ze really cares so much, it's no big deal to help him.

However, when she heard Tang Ze admit that she likes these things, she suddenly realized that she had known Tang Ze for so long. Although they went to school together every day and spent time together day and night, what kind of personal hobbies did he have, what was his idea, whether he would just accept his fate and stay in Tokyo until the end of the protection observation period, or find ways to fight and change his fate... These things, she had no idea at all.

Tang Ze is a good listener, and even better at adjusting the atmosphere. He uses the power of words and actions to easily influence other people's emotions and deeply understand what others want, so he knows each of them so well.

But what about himself? When he has emotions and needs someone to adjust for him, who should he talk to? Could it be that his so-called listening ability is just a means to cover up his inability to reveal his inner thoughts? Or, he has some deep secrets hidden under the illusion of daily life, and he just pretends that nothing happened...

Special illness, special life experience, special living conditions, and these, it is unclear where they come from, strange abilities...

A correct version in 16-9-1 book-1 bar!

Being strong and emotionally stable should be good qualities, but if such a person cannot get care from others because of this, and can only keep some bitter secrets to himself, it would be too unfair.

After just a moment of depression, Suzuki Sonoko raised her head again.

"Forget it, let's not talk about those negative things. There will always be a way to have the best of both worlds!" She looked at Tang Ze and said very seriously, "Also, if you have any, um, secrets that you can't tell for some reason, please tell me when you have the chance, okay? No matter how bizarre what you want to say is, I will definitely believe you."

Tang Ze smiled and shook his head. He turned around and was about to say something when the sound of shattering sounded.

[rank up! Rank 2]

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"…Yes, this is a photo of my great-grandfather and Nicholas II. Here are some photos taken when he was in Russia."

"Well, I don't seem to see any photos of your great-grandmother..."

"Yes, it may be because of the turbulent times when they got married, or it may be lost later... My great-grandmother was still very young when she died, and she probably didn't have time to leave so many photos. At that time, it was too difficult to take a photo. So I never knew what she looked like."

"Well, that's it..."

Taizawa was called back to his senses by the voice of Kosaka Natsumi beside him. He turned his head and saw the wall full of black and white photos, full of retro flavor.

Except for the police and Maori Kogoro who were still talking to her, the attention of several guys with different thoughts was obviously turned to other places. They were constantly paying attention to the corners of the study with their secret eyes, expecting to find special mechanisms or secret doors in the next moment.

Especially Qian Jiangyi, all the tools he had were confiscated. Under the sight of the police, he was too embarrassed to openly openly open up and check the interior of other people's houses. The anxiety on his face could hardly be hidden.

In such a small place, with so many detectives here, it is only a matter of time to find the secret passage. However, Maori Kogoro is now quitting smoking, and without his magical cigarette, this time may be extended a lot.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Knowing that there is no result here for the time being, Tang Ze took two steps back and asked the housekeeper, "It feels a bit suffocating here, I'll take a break."

The housekeeper glanced at the restless crowd and nodded in understanding: "Walk to the end of the corridor and turn right."

This is the study room that once belonged to Kosaka Kiichi, and it is the most likely place to find clues.

If there is no clue to the so-called second egg, no matter detectives, police or collectors, I am afraid that they will not let it go so easily. It is normal for those who are not interested in watching others solve the problem to find an excuse to leave and rest.

Anyway, the castle is full of policemen now, so there is no need to worry about the safety of people or the castle. The housekeeper is very considerate.

Tang Ze thanked him, then walked out of the door, walked out of the anxious study, walked to the end of the corridor alone, bent down to support the windowsill, and looked up at the sky.

He didn't have to wait for long before the first footsteps approached.

"That..." The footsteps stopped one meter behind him. The person hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "It's a bit presumptuous to ask this, but, sir, I want to confirm, you, you are..."

Kosaka Natsumi tightened her fingers, and after confirming that there was no one else around, she asked in a low voice: "Are you, Kaito Kidd?"

Knowing that she would ask questions, but not expecting such a straightforward Tang Ze: "..."

Facing her eyes with some vague expectations and uneasiness, Tang Ze swallowed the words that almost blurted out.

Forget it, we have agreed to swap crimes, so we won’t ruin someone’s plan… At worst, I can just play dumb and pretend that it is Kaito Kid in disguise…

Just like that, Tang Ze’s expression became calm again.

“…I can be.”