Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 112 Spoiler Spoiler Spoiler Soul
"Is this the surprise you were talking about?" Toru Amuro flipped through the photo frame in front of him, looking at Tang Ze who was standing in front of him as if asking for credit.

Tang Ze clicked on the two middle-aged men in the center of the photo: "This is the diplomat who died in the murder case this morning, Isao Tsujimura."

"Well, I've heard about it." Amuro Toru looked strange, and he knew very well that Tang Ze just went upstairs to say hello to his neighbors, but turned into witnessing a murder.

I feel that these detectives, as long as they are a little bit famous, have this kind of strange accident physique, even Tang Ze... No, Tang Ze himself has an identity as a detective now, maybe he has been covered by this curse.

Tang Ze couldn't hear Toru Amuro's complaints in his heart, so he continued to explain: "This is the member of Congress I mentioned, so I swallowed my mouth."

"Isao Tsujimura is related to the organization?" Tang Ze said the name, and Toru Amuro understood.

"Yes, he is very likely to be one of the low-level members of Shigehiko Tunguchi's family. The murderer who happened this morning was Tsujimura Koe, Tsujimura's wife, and her motive was Tsujimura's use of unclean means. The persecution even killed her ex-husband... This is a valuable clue." Tang Ze moved his fingertips from the smiling two people on the photo frame to the background, "There is another question. From the two Judging from their looks and clothes, when they took this group photo, it was probably five or six years ago at the farthest. Since Isao Tsujimura had been involved with the organization 20 years ago, why did the two of them leave a photo at this time? A commemorative group photo?"

Toru Amuro picked up the photo frame, pasted the photo closer, and began to identify the other people in the background, whether blurred or clear, one by one.

Soon his eyes lit up slightly.

"This is a reception, most likely a private reception. They are celebrating something." Amuro lowered the photo frame and looked at Tang Ze.

Tang Ze grinned, showing a row of neat upper teeth, like a cat opening its mouth ready to bite its prey: "So guess how many swallows related to the organization will be at the reception Where are the members?"

"I guess, it's all of them." Toru Amuro also laughed, showing his white upper teeth, and his eyes were sharp and bright.

The windows of the newly completed office are bright and clean. Two bottles of fake wine are sitting on both sides of the reception sofa, looking at each other and smiling.

"I'll arrange for Kazami to investigate the banquet... This group photo contains a lot of content, so it shouldn't be difficult to locate the location. Well done, junior." Toru Amuro put the photo frame back into the box Tang Ze wrapped it in In the paper shell, he said meaningfully, "Taking evidence directly from the murder scene is also true in this respect. It's not bad."

"As long as the boss is satisfied." Tang Ze flicked the newly received business card in his hand.

On the wood-colored business card, the name outlined in gold-plated thin lines shines brightly in the midday sun.

"Amuro Detective Agency"

"Akechi Goro"

"Wise Goro"

----

"Where did you go..."

Standing in front of the gate of 2-chome 20, Mikacho, Tokyo, the short Conan put his hands in his pockets, and asked dissatisfiedly to the white-haired boy who came over.

Tang Ze glanced at the light and messy footprints beside his feet, knowing that he might have been wandering around the door for a while, so he raised the shopping bag in his hand: "Where else can I go? It's okay to eat."

Conan stared at his white hair and sunglasses, which were dazzling in the sun, without saying a word.

As if he understood what he was thinking, the joker who took out the key to open the door said without looking back: "Of course it's impossible to go shopping like this, it's too conspicuous. I just changed it on the way back."

This is a lie, Tang Ze received a call from Xing Chuanhui, chased him all the way from the cafe, and changed his disguise on the way.

In fact, even without considering the neon lights of the two stinging monkeys, there are men and women in strange costumes everywhere on the streets of Tokyo. Tang Ze's appearance is really not that conspicuous.

Tang Ze pushed open the door, made a gesture of invitation to Conan, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door.

Conan immediately glanced around this single house with a layout very similar to his own.

Like his house, the living room is on the right hand side of the entrance, and the hall is connected to the stairs to the second floor.

I heard that the previous owner died here, and his body was hung by his wife from the railing on the second floor in front of the entrance. As soon as the police entered the door, they saw the staring-eyed corpse hanging on...cough cough.

Resisting a lot of very impolite associations, Conan withdrew his gaze and followed joker into the living room.

Obviously, although the interior of the house has not been replaced, the furniture has been completely replaced. They are all brand new, but traces of people’s life can be seen recently, except for the cosmetics covered on the coffee table in the living room, which are slightly inconsistent. It can be deduced that the owner of the house is a young man with no bad life habits, and his things are tidy.

Considering that the owner is a weirdo who changes clothes every day, these messy cosmetics and extra clothes make more sense. It seems that joker didn't lie to himself, he really lives here now.

After habitually finishing his reasoning, Conan walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, taking the bottled juice handed by the joker.

"What are you doing today, little detective?" Tang Ze walked to the sofa freely, adjusted the pillows, and found a comfortable direction for himself. Ge You slumped on the sofa, "I want to ask me about the case two days ago thing?"

"Yes... I want to ask you about my short-term recovery that day." Conan struggled a bit, sat up straight from the soft sofa, and bought this kind of bean bag sofa that is easy to sink into the living room, wouldn't it be Make the guests lose their manners... I really don't know what kind of hobby this guy is.

"That's what I guessed." Joker nodded, "What do you want to ask me, about why I know that drinking liquor will change me back? Or something else?"

"Joker, you and that organization are obviously hostile, but you seem to know a lot about the organization... What is your relationship with the organization?" Conan grabbed the juice in his hand, and the cold drink condensed on the outer wall. The drops of water made his palms feel slippery as if he were sweating, "And that day, when you disguised yourself as me and rushed to Tsujimura's house, why did you know what I was wearing at that time in advance and just wore Didan School uniform over here... are you spying on me?"

Oops, careless.

Tang Ze blinked, and sighed in his heart, for his own negligence, but also for Conan's sensitivity.

The detectives in these reasoning works are really not easy to fool. If they make a mistake, they will be caught and tracked down.

Fortunately, when Yi Rong became Kudo Shinichi that day, he had already shown off his reasoning in front of everyone for quite a while...

Tang Ze reorganized the logic very quickly. He turned his head in a contemplative manner, thought for a while, and said, "There are a lot of problems. I think about where to start. Let me talk about the one that makes you become This kind of drug is fine, this is definitely what you are most interested in. Its name in the organization is called APTX4869, and it is a special drug that is still under development... You'd better keep it a secret from Kudo Shinichi It's a small thing, otherwise, I'm not sure what crazy things the organization will do."

(End of this chapter)