Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 61 Tang Ze's Mouth, Deceitful Ghost

"Mr. Amuro, do you have any wish?"

Toru Amuro paused, and looked at Tang Ze inexplicably: "Huh? What kind of strange question is this?"

Tang Ze moved his head closer and asked persistently: "So, is there?"

"Everyone has wishes, right? Isn't that normal?" Toru Amuro dropped the wet towel for wiping his hands speechlessly, "Don't change the subject, I asked you first, what are you talking about with Conan this afternoon?"

Although Tang Ze did not go with him, but because of the joker's appearance, poor Kazami Yuya followed the news for another day. Although it was not like dealing with Tang Ze's related information, which needed to be cleared one by one, but because of the large amount of property in the case Nowhere to be found, the follow-up work of the Italian bandit group is still full of troubles.

Now seeing Tang Ze and Conan talking small things together, Toru Amuro would be instinctively alert.

"It's just about talking about the Paradise game press conference." Tang Ze's mouth, a deceitful ghost, he just opened his mouth, "He said joker might go to this press conference, and he was talking to me seriously about How to protect Maori classmate."

"Will the joker go?" Toru Amuro frowned, remembering that Conan was the only person who faced the joker twice, he couldn't help asking seriously, "Did he find something?"

Tang Ze shrugged: "It's just possible. Are children more active in their thinking? Maybe he just said that to make you agree to my going over."

Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows, not believing what Tang Ze said.

No matter where Conan got the news from, let Yuya Kazami first tell him that manpower will be deployed tomorrow.

"Mr. Amuro, I answered your question, so where is your answer?" Tang Ze persevered and moved closer, "What is your wish?"

"Did you see any strange tests on the Internet?" Toru Amuro shook his head.

However, wish...

He wiped his hands clean, cut ham and toast, and made sandwiches. Some fragmentary scenes flashed past his eyes so quickly that he couldn't tell them apart.

Of course there are wishes, dreams, reality, regret and pain, no one is exempt.

The triple-face life gave him a multi-faceted split life, and also gave him more dreams and more regrets.

Toru Amuro didn't express anything on his face, just smiled softly with some nostalgia: "My wish is world peace."

His life would have been very different if there had been no organization, if there hadn't been so much crime and hatred.

But Toru Amuro is not someone who likes to fantasize.He never dared to forget the past, but even less dared to indulge in the past.He must bear the past and set out for the future.

"It's a great dream." Tang Ze observed his expression, scrutinized it carefully, and then smiled, "It's not easy to have such a pure dream after growing up."

Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes and realized that Tang Ze was indeed a yin and yang man from Kyoto: "...I suspect you are calling me childish."

"No, I really admire it." Tang Ze raised his hand innocently.

Amuro cast a sideways glance at him, and put the sandwich in front of him: "Shut up and eat."

After finishing speaking, Toru Amuro turned around and picked up the phone, and began to edit a new task email for Yuya Kazami.

Tang Ze picked up the sandwich and took a bite, then picked up the phone.

What would be enough to cause trauma or be enough to become a wish for Furutani Rei?

He is not remorseful, he is not sad, he draws forward thrust from suffering, then he——

Tang Ze started typing.

"Name: Furuya Zero

Location: Polo Cafe
Positioning: Cinema"

A female voice tuned down by him came from the speaker of the mobile phone.

"The location is locked."

Tang Ze squinted his eyes and smiled, without pressing the button to navigate the different world, and turned off the screen again and put down the phone.

He always loves the feeling of getting a piece like this, and it fits perfectly into the puzzle, which is great.

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"Wow..." Tang Ze looked at the huge spray painting in front of him and shouted inexplicably.

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched: "Who is this handsome uncle, does he have a dime relationship with Uncle Maori?"

Standing next to them, Sonoko Suzuki nodded approvingly, and glanced unhappily at Kogoro Mori, who was holding the door frame with a disheveled face.

Mao Lilan sighed helplessly: "Dad, is it really okay for you to attend the press conference like this?"

Kogoro Mori, apparently in a hangover, said stiffly, "I'm fine!"

"Didn't you drink the hangover soup?" Tang Ze also sighed. Since the first time he went to the Maoli office, he gave Mao Lilan his usual hangover soup recipe. If he took it honestly, it would never be like this I can't spit.

"What sobering soup to drink, I only drank five or six cups... vomit..." Kogoro Moori covered his mouth and retched.

"Yeah, I drank five or six glasses of gin, vodka and whiskey." Conan complained, "It's better to just drink one kind of drink, and drink a whole bottle, so you won't get so drunk."

"Why do you like drinking so much?" Mao Lilan grumbled and complained, but still handed him the bottled water, "Is the wine so delicious?"

Tang Ze was inexplicably guilty, his eyes drifted, he coughed and looked at the spray-painted promotional wall: ""The Mystery Museum of Detective Mori Kogoro" is amazing. "

Suzuki Sonoko stared at the handsome middle-aged detective printed on it, and was speechless in disapproval: "Didn't you say that it was produced by the uncle himself? Why is it so unrestored?"

The publicity picture is so handsome, but the real person looks like a drunkard in a trance. It's a complete fraud, a fraud!
"Okay, let's go in and store things first." Tang Ze understood Yan Gou's anger, and reached out to pat her on the shoulder, "There are more and more people, if you don't go in, you will have to queue for a long time."

Suzuki Sonoko turned his head and saw Tang Ze's face, his attitude immediately softened, and he took a half step closer secretly: "That's right, put away your bags and everything, the venue is very big, let's walk around to experience the game, carry The bag is very tiring."

Mo Lilan helped Mori Kogoro, who was in poor condition, and Conan followed Tang Ze and Suzuki Sonoko with his hands in his pockets. The group merged into the crowd and lined up in the queue at the item depository.

"Mr. Mori!" When the queue was about to arrive, Mori Kogoro was attracted by a shout, and saw a few young people wearing standard social animal suits and the same clip on their ties squeezed into the queue.

Mori Kogoro felt that he looked familiar, but couldn't call out his name for a while, so he nodded awkwardly and said, "You are..."

"My humble Nakajima, Nakajima Hideaki, your game is the project I'm in charge of." Nakajima Hideaki smiled heartily.

"Oh, yes, I saw you at the planning meeting last time." Mori Kogoro suddenly realized.

"Your number plate." Tang Ze's inseparable commuter bag was stuffed into the locker, he moved his shoulders a little unaccustomed, and took the number plate 96.

"Nakajima, stop chatting!" A slap was taken directly from behind Nakajima Hideaki, who had a good chat with Mori Kogoro, and another social animal man wearing glasses said anxiously, "If you don't enter the venue again, it will be too late to set up the booth Alright, the event will start in 10 minutes."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Nakajima Hideaki glanced at his colleague unhappily, and then turned around with a smile on his face, "Mr. Mori, can you let us join the team first? Please, don't come in anymore. The president is coming."

Mori Kogoro looked at the other two sweating profusely behind him, and stepped aside without much concern.

Three identical boxes were placed on the counter.

The service staff registered them one by one, looked at the three identical bags, and kindly reminded: "Please match the number plate, don't make a mistake."

Several people looked at the three side-by-side bags together.

The rest of the people were just curious about the obviously wholesale bags, while Tang Ze's eyes showed a little respect.

Appeared, Mihua people's traditional craftsmanship, hand-crafted bombs, sufficient firepower, loud noise, can blow up an eight-foot man to pieces and blow through the concrete of the bathroom, the volume is only the size of a briefcase...

Tang Ze thought that the organization should consider recruiting the murderer in this case. This skill must go well with gin.

(End of this chapter)