Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 144 Emotional Mentor Tang Ze Version 2.0
"Here you go, do you want to ask me something?"

Tang Ze took out the key and opened the door of Polo Cafe, and asked without any surprise.

"...Hmm." Conan answered muffledly with his hands in his pockets.

"Come down so late, won't Mr. Maori have any objections?" Tang Ze pushed open the door and made a gesture of inviting him in.

"Uncle Maori and Xiaolan have rushed to the police station." Conan shook his head, "They left me shortly after they brought me back. I guess they searched for something in Section [-] and asked them to cooperate."

"Then you have to go to bed earlier, it's almost 11 o'clock... Although I don't know if you should be considered a child like this."

Tang Ze skillfully led him around the tables and chairs in the dark, reached the stairs in the attic, and turned on the light.

Conan walked into the low mezzanine attic, looked left and right, and was surprised by the changes.

The small attic, which has always existed only as a temporary rest room, is undoubtedly relatively simple, with only a bed, a chair and a table, highlighting a respect for the setting of P5.

As for Tang Ze himself, for a long time, he didn't really regard this as his own territory, and he didn't buy anything.

It wasn't until he and Toru Amuro reached a certain tacit agreement, and the permanent residences of his three identities were clearly separated, that Tang Ze felt a little bit like his own home, and slowly made arrangements and renovations, giving this place a breath of life.

"...Is this newly bought just for me?" Conan patted the small bean bag sofa, sat on it, and was moved by this down-to-earth experience—after he got smaller, no stool would be used wherever he sat. You have to climb up, always with your feet in the air, "the height is just right."

Tang Ze glanced at him strangely, sat down on the taller one, and said tactfully, "Well... this sofa is a set."

After a few seconds of reaction, Conan's face turned black.

What, is this a leg rest pedal? !
"Since you like it, I will leave it to you from now on. I don't use it much anyway." Tang Ze smiled, "Okay, what do you want to ask me?"

Conan patted the soft bean bag sofa, hesitated for a while, and then said tentatively, "About that medicine..."

"Medicine? I thought you would ask Mao Li first." Tang Ze raised his eyebrows.

Conan laughed dryly, and grinned awkwardly: "...I'm overreacting, right?"

After leaving the villa rented by Uchida Asami and the others, his mood has calmed down a lot.

When you think about it seriously, his hostility is quite unreasonable.

Tang Ze has been with them for a while, and it is not difficult to see that what Tang Ze said before is true.

Although he is a thoughtful guy and likes to tease people a little bit, he is indeed a very reliable friend.

Since he said bluntly that he didn't have that kind of thought about Xiaolan, it seemed that Conan didn't trust what he said.

"Hmm~" Tang Ze crossed his legs, put his elbows on his knees to support his cheeks, and waved his hands indifferently, "I understand, you just couldn't control your stress because of anxiety. Actually, what I said to Mao Li , it should be passed on to you first...don't worry about gains and losses, kid."

Although Conan Rice Flower Vinegar King's character design has never collapsed, he seldom radiates this kind of emotion to friends who are already familiar with him. Tang Ze has already entered his social circle for several months, and he should have been recognized by him long ago. Eliminated from the ranks of rivals, a few simple jokes, there is no reason to cause him so much anxiety.

Is it the root cause? Tang Ze has been thinking about it for a few hours.

In fact, Conan is too anxious, he has little hope of changing back to his original state, and if he cannot change back, he will not be able to tell the truth to Mao Lilan.After so many months, his mentality is somewhat pessimistic and unbalanced.

Regarding this point... Tang Ze really cannot absolve himself of the blame.

Conan also has a reason to say, what strength is the original Conan, what strength are you giving now, who are your group of people, you call me to resist!

At this moment, the main storyline actually only advances to the death of Akemi Miyano, Shirley has not yet defected from the organization, but due to Tang Ze's change, now there are two bottles of fake wine living downstairs in his house, and Tequila has become Tequila Orchid Sauce, Big Zhabi has also shown its style through the explosion of the Shinkansen.

Not to mention that in the original work, he didn't really realize Miyano Akemi's identity until Hui Yuan Ai appeared; Tang Ze's commission had already had a relationship with the organization, and the black shadow and dark cloud of the police system shrouded his head ; Today's case reveals that the organization may also have a strong influence in the field of medicine...

Organizations seem to be everywhere, and so far he seems to have accomplished nothing, weak and powerless.

The output has been played by Joker, and he has been eating exhaust gas all the way to this day.

The so-called ignorance is a blessing. The root cause of his reckless performance in the middle and early stages of the original work is his lack of understanding of the true size of the organization.

Tang Ze wanted to cure his headache, so he simply started training with weights.

Now it seems that the intensity has been increased too hard, which is a bit overkill. Although Lao Baigan made Conan change back for a short time, compared with solving the problem, he was more impressed by the pain and the escape in front of Mao Lilan. Embarrassed.

It is equivalent to saying that everyone directly from Conan was beaten into autism, and began to doubt whether he had the possibility of recovery.

Due to the well-known reason of Ke Xue's concept of time, it is still a question whether the victims who have become smaller after taking drug A can grow up normally.

If he can't change back, Xiaolan can't let Xiaolan wait for him to grow up again, right?
Conan, who subconsciously began to doubt himself, bared his teeth around Mao Lilan like a cat protecting food, trying to drive away all possible threats. Tang Ze could not understand.

"Are you afraid, Kudo?" Tang Ze rarely called his real name—after all, it wasn't Hattori Heiji, who was called Shunkou and interpreted Kudo's one hundred homonyms all day long—and said solemnly, " Are you afraid that 'Kudo Shinichi' will never come back, and you will no longer be able to stand in front of her with your true identity, are you worried about this?"

Conan lowered his head, looking at his open palm, the child's hand was round and immature.

His own hand should be bigger than Mao Lilan's, so that it can completely cover her soft palm when stacked together.

But now, he stretched his fingers with all his strength, but he could only touch her second knuckle...

After becoming "Edogawa Conan", he can often hold Mao Lilan's hand. The intimate contact that he dreamed of before, holding hands, hugging, and sleeping head to head, can be easily achieved as a child...

At first he was overjoyed by this, but soon, it turned into a greater panic and bewilderment.

"Can I really do it?" He tightened his fingers, and his tone couldn't hide his confusion. "At that time, I insisted on staying and not leaving my parents. I felt that there was a reason why I couldn't leave. I thought..."

I want to stay with her, protect her, watch her...

"Why can't it be done?" Tang Ze stretched out his other hand and covered Conan's curled hair, "I have lived in this country for more than ten years. In the past, have you ever noticed the existence of this organization? Would you believe that such an organization existed? A force, weaving a huge web, quietly hiding in the shadows of the world, using every tremor of the spider silk to perceive and even control the world? In just a few months, you have grabbed their tails, can you Knowing their code words...isn't that something to be proud of?"

"But..." Conan didn't raise his head, and buried his head deeper under the cover of Tang Ze's palm, "The more I found them, the more suspicious I became. With a little momentum, can I really compete with them? No matter what Is it your case, or... I have found nothing so far."

It's really closed... Tang Ze blinked and changed his way of thinking.

"You are a detective, right? Then let me ask you, why is there no perfect crime in the world?"

　Come back Chili, I'm afraid I won't be able to add more today
　　But another rich brother played Mi QAQ and owed 2 more chapters
　　
　
(End of this chapter)