Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 15
Panting and standing up straight, Tang Ze wiped the blood from his cheek and hissed.

The screaming weird big spider scattered into swords all over the place, and Marudenjiro fell to the ground begging for mercy.

"Get out of the way, you scum with no style." Tang Ze pushed the muddy guy lying on the ground away with his toes, and walked towards the room behind him.

"Don't, don't take it!" Marudenjiro's shadow grabbed Tang Ze's ankle, crying and pleading, "Don't take it, you can take whatever you want, treasure, money, don't take it—"

Tang Ze squatted down, smiled and patted Marudenjiro's cheek with a dagger covered in black mud: "This is the expression, this is the pain, do you feel the sin you have inflicted on others? Keep crying, louder. "

After speaking, he kicked Marudenjiro's hand away, and walked into the main house amidst his cries.

There was a set of high-quality wood chests of drawers in the room, and Tang Ze's expression was made subtle by the familiar cabinets.

Let him guess, this is the cabinet that Marudenjiro used to engrave the death message in the manga...

It can be regarded as a two-way rush, Le.

Tang Ze reached out his hand from the top of the cabinet and took down the thing emitting precious light.

This is a folding fan with gold paper surface. The handle of the fan is made of high-quality mother-of-pearl craftsmanship. On the fan surface is a golden "wan" character.

Flipping to the back, it is a painting of a warrior wielding a sword to slash at an evil spirit.

"It's really interesting." Tang Ze looked at the painting carefully, feeling a kind of sigh that is difficult for outsiders to understand.

The collector who used his sword to slay evil ghosts as his treasure turned into an evil ghost instead. If Tang Ze hadn't intervened, he would have been beheaded by warriors.

Putting away the folding fan, Tang Ze used this exquisite fan to hold Marudenjiro's eyebrows.

"Remember the pain of this kind of treasure being plundered by others," Tang Ze looked at his crying face, curled his lips, "Repent for what you did, Mr. Maru."

The aging Marudenjiro stared blankly at the folding fan in his hand, sighed and sat up on his knees, lowering his head.

The shadow turned into a ray of light and scattered, Tang Ze pushed the fan back, kicked the ground and sprinted, avoiding the falling doors and windows behind him.

The owner of the palace lost his distorted desire, and the palace was about to collapse.

"I'm still injured a little bit. I don't know if using some healing skills will help." Tang Ze summed up his experience while racing against the collapsed house behind him, "It's not safe to have only one mask. After all, I'm I'm fighting alone, and I don't know if there will be teammates in the future..."

Still have to work hard, Tang Ze fled out of Wan's house in a thrilling manner, telling himself in his heart, at least in order to understand the world, he must have a means of transportation, right?
You look handsome when you hit someone, but you look really embarrassed when you run away!

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After a quick heart-stealing adventure, Tang Ze returned to Polo Cafe before lunch time.

After Tang Ze's experiment, the healing skill can indeed restore the physical state, but it can only be used in the cognitive world. If you don't give yourself full blood before leaving, you can only come out with injuries.

Afterwards, even if he entered the cognitive world for treatment again, the wound could not be healed directly.

Fortunately, this time his injuries were mainly on his body, and the exposed part was only a small cut on his face, which would not arouse other people's doubts.

Tang Ze buttoned up his inner shirt to prevent the bruise on his chest from being discovered, and then opened the door and returned to the cafe.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Toru Amuro washing the dishes with a sullen face. Although there was no obvious expression, the creaking action of the dishes being wiped could be called murderous.

"Mr. Amuro?" Tang Ze reminded in a low voice, "This plate has been wiped clean."

Toru Amuro came back to his senses, looked at the polished plate in his hand, and hung it on the shelf with a "tsk".

"Are you in a bad mood? What's the matter?" Tang Ze sat down at the bar.

In the comics, his current appearance probably has a bunch of effect lines behind it, and he is black.

Toru Amuro answered his question with a question: "Where did you go this morning?"

Tang Ze laughed twice: "Ahaha, I just went out for a stroll, why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

Ah, what happened, it can't be, it can't be, it won't be lost if someone cheats.

"Have you not encountered any trouble these two days?" Toru Amuro's eyes were extremely penetrating, scanning Tang Ze up and down like X-rays, "Have you met any strange people on the road?"

Trouble, does Yuuji Suwa who is about to kill someone count?Did you secretly copy a bunch of small cards and hire delinquent teenagers to send out calculations?

Tang Ze didn't know whether Toru Amuro had discovered some flaws or pointed out something else, so he didn't dare to reply immediately.

As a result, Toru Amuro suddenly stared, took a step closer and pinched Tang Ze's side face.

"Pain, pain, pain—" the unhealed scratch was pulled by Toru Amuro, and it hurt like a needle prick, Tang Ze hurriedly dodged from his hand.

An accident happened to the minor under his watch, and Amuro didn't say anything: "How did you get the wound? Did you find that you were being followed?"

Tang Ze blinked, guessing the reason for Toru Amuro's anger, and said ambiguously: "That's right, ordinary scratches... nothing happened..."

Amuro didn't buy it, and stretched out his hand to tug at the collar of his tightly buttoned shirt: "I'm not honest enough to admit that your shirt wasn't buttoned so high when you went out in the morning."

There are quite a few bruises on Tang Ze's body from the big spider. It hurts to hit someone with a samurai sword. It loses 25 blood. It is reflected on the body as a long bruise mark on the chest, extending to the collarbone, and the scars are fast. black.

As soon as Toru Amuro pulled, the bruise was exposed.

"Been attacked?" Toru Amuro folded his arms, with an unhappy expression of "make it up, you continue to make it up".

"It doesn't count..." Tang Ze straightened his neckline and realized, "Going out in the morning? When I went out in the morning, Mr. Amuro wasn't at work, how did you know that my shirt was unbuttoned?"

"I arrived just after you went out, and then I saw someone sneaking behind you, not like a good person, I wanted to follow him to see what he was going to do," Toru Amuro reversed the sequence of events without hesitation, putting Her stalking was packaged as an action taken because she was worried about being a minor, "I found out that you were consciously getting rid of him."

Tang Ze blinked his eyes twice.

Um?Someone is following me?Still got dumped by me?

Could it be that Toru Amuro followed me, and then others followed me, and I flashed into the cognitive world with a fake action, and the two stalkers collided?
Tang Ze, who guessed [-]% of the truth, was slightly relieved.

Isn't it about Phantom Thieves of the Heart?Not good.

Tang Ze followed Amuro Toru's thoughts and began to explain: "There are indeed people who have been following me for two or three days, maybe since the day I arrived in Tokyo. I don't know which side they are from."

Putting on a heavy expression, Tang Ze decisively threw the pot out.

Now Tang Zezhao, whether he is being retaliated by the high-level officials who framed him, or is being followed by the organization, or has other forces wanting to attack, it is all reasonable.

I don't know whose stalker is, I'm sorry, but I'll leave it to you to hurt the underage!

(End of this chapter)