Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 733: Studying psychology is a dead end

"No matter what, you are much better than me, Kumail."

Standing in front of the entrance of the house, Belmod turned his head and looked at Kumail, who was smiling, but more like making sure she would not make any unnecessary moves than sending her out, and smiled.

"Don't tell me that you are thinking about meaningless things like 'I didn't kill Tang Zezhao completely, so there is still room for reconciliation between me and them'..." Tang Ze crossed his arms. Very rude and direct ridicule.

"Isn't it like this? He is still alive, and everything you plundered still has the possibility of returning to its original owner." Belmode rolled up his long hair, stuffed it back into the maintenance man's helmet again, lowered his head and said dullly. , "This is much better than me."

A cross-dresser like her always plays a similar role to Kumail in the organization.

Just like the painted-skinned ghosts from foreign legends, although their disguise masks do not need to peel off other people's skin, there is actually no difference. The people they replace will be sucked out of their bones and blood.

Take Tomaki Arata, if the FBI hadn't intervened and saved his life first, would she have let this innocent doctor go if she needed such a long-term identity as a cover?
Since Tang Zezhao is not really dead, there is still room for change in all the hatred, and the gap between Kumail and those children will not widen to the point where it is completely insurmountable.

This is already much better than her situation.

"What ridiculous things are you thinking about?" Tang Ze lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Tang Ze Zhao did survive, but it was me who made him what he is now. It is almost impossible for him to stand up again. Those irreversible things The pain will accompany him throughout his life. I am a sinner and the executioner who caused the tragedy. This is an unshakable fact. I never want to be forgiven by anyone. I do this only for myself."

Tangze raised his eyes and glanced at Belmod.

He did not use contact lenses, and his golden eyes, which had been inspired by power, showed an extremely sharp luster under the false lighting simulated by Noah, which made Belmod curl up his fingers.

"If this is the reason why you are so merciful, don't take any chances. The murderer is the murderer, and the criminal is the criminal. If you can't figure out where you stand, that's really sad, Belmod."

Tangze's sharp tone was sarcastic and sarcastic, and he pointed out the facts without mercy.

If the false story he fabricated for himself had actually happened, could a murderer who suddenly had a conscience before extinguishing the last chance of his victim be forgiven because of this trace of conscience?

No, even if it is standing in court, whether it can constitute a condition for commutation depends on the specific circumstances.

Kumail, who brought Karasawa to the extreme late, is not worthy of talking about mercy.

The same goes for Belmode who just let Shirley go.

Regardless of whether Karasawa sympathizes with Belmode or whether he was touched by her emotions at a certain moment, this is Karasawa's very clear basic position and will not waver.

"...Of course I know." Belmod was not angered by his sharp words. He curled his fingers for a moment and continued to arrange his clothes naturally.

She saw a familiar shadow in Kumail and a reflection of the past, so she naturally knew what kind of end she would end up with.

She just had a little hope in her heart, the last hope of a drowning person clinging to driftwood...

Maybe Kumail, the kid, doesn't have to end up in her situation.

Thinking of Kumail who refused to show any kindness to Karasawa before the basement door was closed, and how he mercilessly dragged the mutilated boy to the ground and watched coldly as he struggled in embarrassment, Bermod closed his eyes. Close your eyes.

Just pretend that she still harbors fantasies.

"After all, he is proof that you tried your best to resist fate. If you can...be kind to that child, Hoshikawa Teru."

With these last words behind him, Belmode stepped out of the door and disappeared in front of Tang Ze under the subtle distortion of light waves.

The door slammed shut behind her.

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"Uh-"

"Xingchuan, calm down Xingchuan!"

"It's okay, it's okay. Belmode won't scream like that every day..."

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Tangze, who was temporarily unaware of the chaos in the monitoring room, was standing calmly, listening to the new information given by Leon.

【rank up! Rank 4]

[You prepare a drama for the caged bird, paint a false sky and spring day, and tell her that she is not alone.

This is a fictional stage setting, this is a world where trust and reality do not exist, this is a theater you design for one person.

Amidst the lies and falsehoods, you also know very well in your heart that she has indeed glimpsed a certain corner of your soul and reflected a certain aspect of you.

What do you see in this mirror that does not reflect reality, guest? 】

[Acquire the ability "a trace of kindness" (quick conversation/slight increase in persuasion)]

Tangze looked at the tarot cards floating in his hand and couldn't help but laugh.

The ability gained by relying on lies further enhances the persuasiveness of lies...

So instead of seeing through his true purpose, what Belmode wants is a grander show, a lie that is seamless and enough to comfort her?
I'm really sorry.

In this absurd lie and drama, gaining Belmod's trust is just a means to achieve the goal, not the end itself. And the only kindness he can give to Belmod is probably completely opposite to her expectations. .

Tang Ze closed his five fingers and let the translucent Tarot disappear silently before his eyes. Before he could take away the cold expression on his face, a pair of hands stretched out from behind and strangled Tang Ze's neck.

"I'll fight you!"

"Ahem, what are you doing? Why are you excited? Didn't you say so yourself? If you want to be a part of a miracle, just say whether it is a miracle or not!"

"Is this what a miracle means?! You can make whatever nonsense you like, but don't let me see it, okay?!"

"Hey, hey, don't hit you two. Hey, why did you even take out your mask? If I hit Noah again, I'll kick you out..."

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"Pfft--" Karasawa dodged in anticipation, preventing the water Amuro Toru coughed up from spraying onto him.

He picked up the rag beside the bar and wiped off the water stains on the table. He also said casually: "Hey, isn't this good? Every time I ask you to cooperate with me to create some misunderstandings for Belmode, I think you can’t accept it. I don’t need to trouble you this time. The play is over. How great, Mr. Tohru?”

"Don't call me that!" Amuro Toru's eyebrows jumped sharply. He stopped Karasawa from continuing to tease him, and then glanced at the suspiciously trembling figure with his back facing him from the corner of his eye, sitting in the booth in the corner. , silently clenched his fists.

He did have prior knowledge of Tang Zezheng's youthful trauma-twisted literature, but it didn't stop him from being able to hold back.

Until now, he still hasn't figured out how Belmode had such a strange internal logic, and how Tangze discovered and understood it.

In fact, as long as the method can be effective and the undercover agent is not limited by the means and can achieve the goal, then it is not difficult to understand to do something that breaks the lower limit. After carefully considering these arrangements of Tang Ze, no one is really harmed. From the beginning It's all a well-packaged lie in the end, but it's also a good plan.

——But who will make up for the mental trauma caused to him? !
Judging from the way the guy in the corner smiled, Toru Amuro could guess without asking. I'm afraid Karasawa wasn't the only one who saw the storytelling scene this time.

"Now that I have gained the trust of Belmod in a real sense, she thinks she has a handle on me, and she thinks she has figured out my purpose. I can easily collect a lot of information coming next." Tang Sawa withstood Toru Amuro's death gaze, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "Isn't this a good thing? Her authority is much higher than you and me."

"Just to get information?" Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows, looked at the confident expression on Tang Ze's face, and snorted, "I think you have more ideas."

If Karasawa was really just an ordinary student who came undercover to join the organization, Toru Amuro would still be able to accept his rhetoric.

However, combined with the real ability of the other party's Phantom Thief of Heart, the credibility of this statement is questionable.

If the Phantom Thief of Heart wants to get information, does he really need to set up so many twists and turns and gain Belmod's full trust? Why doesn't he believe it so much?

Compared with this explicit statement, it is more reasonable to regard it as a disguised form of rebellion or even mental brainwashing.

If this story continues, when Belmod really fully agrees with Kumail's approach and philosophy, then if he really faces a moment when the order of the organization is contrary to Kumail's purpose, how will Belmod choose? What's more, if Kumail wants to become an enemy of someone in the organization, what will Belmode do?

This is completely out of the scope of simply getting closer.

"There are indeed a few more ideas." Tang Ze smiled implicitly, "But I haven't even written the horoscope yet, so I won't come up with it first. I will tell you when I have a clue."

He indeed has a wide-ranging plan. Not only does he want to obtain secrets and intelligence, he is even thinking about how to make Belmode a sharp knife that cuts through the organization. He has even made some ideas and action routes.

However, the idea is so shocking that it would be untrue to say it in advance. It is better to wait until it actually gets to that point before explaining it clearly.

Feeling that he and his co-star were almost finished explaining the progress of the plot, Karasawa changed the topic and returned to the issues they had communicated before: "That psychiatrist named Kiharagawa, how is your investigation going? Is the problem serious?"

He simply ignored the option that had no problem and fast-forwarded to the step of assessing the risk.

Judging from the other party's appearance, if there is no problem, then the one with the problem should be Tang Ze.

"It's not certain yet, but I guess the problem won't be too small." Toru Amuro glanced at the person in the corner who was drinking tea by himself and didn't seem to want to come over to participate in the conversation. He shook his head and put the water glass at hand. Washing the dishes, he replied casually, "This guy's resume is quite clean, and I don't see any possible connection with cognitive learning. But he does have some relationship with your father."

"What kind of relationship?" Tang Ze continued to ask without any surprise.

If you are similar to Fuudo Kyousuke, if you check his personal situation a little bit, you will find that he is also a supporter of cognitive science, then there is no need to ask further. It is difficult for a guy with ordinary methods to cause serious problems, just directly Just handcuff him and take him away.

Since it can't be found out now, either this guy really has no problem, or the problem is too big and hidden deep enough, so ordinary intelligence networks can't reach it at all.

"He and your father... can be considered as a senior and junior relationship." Amuro Toru gave an answer that Tang Ze did not expect. "He was your father's junior in graduate school, and they were taught by the same instructor."

"Ah, he's actually my dad's junior?" Tang Ze couldn't help but be surprised.

Karasawa Ikawa's parents died relatively early and he lacked social connections, which made Karasawa forget that he theoretically had many classmates and colleagues.

Japanese graduate schools are higher education institutions that provide further academic qualifications after undergraduates. They have a similar academic system to Chinese graduate students. They are divided into early and late stages, which are roughly equivalent to the concepts of master's and doctoral degrees.

Ichikawa Karasawa was an outstanding talent with excellent academic performance during his undergraduate education. Not only did he have a doctorate in clinical medicine, but he also had a bachelor's degree in biology. In addition, he had made a name for himself in the medical field at a young age. He was able to People who put their names in the famous alumni column.

If it weren't for the crazy academic direction of his research, this guy would have been a member of the academic circle.

"Not only is he your father's junior student, but he was once in the same department as your father." Toru Amuro shrugged and cast a "you know" look at Karasawa.

Karasawa understood the situation and said "oh" in a long tone.

It seems that the problem will not be small.

Karasawa Ikawa has been deeply involved in psychology for many years, but his medical qualification certificate has always been in surgery, and the only department on his professional resume is neurosurgery.

Until Karasawa was diagnosed with autism when he was young, Karasawa Ikawa never gave up his identity as a surgeon—academic research is academic research, and no one provides funds anyway. It is not illegal to get high, but Everyone has to have something to eat in this world. With such good surgical skills, why not eat this bowl of rice?
What Toru Amuro means is that Kiharakawa was originally a neurosurgery surgeon like Karasawa Ikawa.

However, he is now recognized as a psychotherapist and has successfully joined Teidan High School.

"...His hand also had a ligament cut by a colleague?" Although he knew it was unlikely, Tang Ze couldn't help but complain.

Is psychology in this world a hot commodity, or does it mean that being a psychiatrist here does not require additional examinations or something? Why did these surgeons switch to the cardiology department just because they disagreed with each other?
"Well, maybe it's because he has always been a public admirer of Karasawa Ichikawa..." Toru Amuro glanced at Karasawa's face, and his expression became more meaningful, "Maybe it was during school."

I studied with the outstanding seniors I admired, worked under the same mentor, worked in the same hospital, and then followed in the footsteps of Karasawa Ikawa and became a psychiatrist without hesitation...

Karasawa put down the coffee in his hand with a subtle expression.

"That's really harmful. Studying psychology is a dead end..."

If you keep learning, you will either die or become insane.

Thinking of his father whom he had not seen for a long time, Tang Ze couldn't help but sigh.

However, this did not prevent Karasawa from continuing to think that Kiharagawa was suspicious.

"So what's the purpose of this guy coming here? Give me some warmth of home? I really don't need a father, I don't need a wild one."

Toru Amuro, who vaguely felt that this sentence was not a good word, said: "..."

(End of this chapter)