Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 785 Hatred is still piling up

Tang Ze is in a very bad condition.

This point can be easily concluded without careful observation.

So before answering, Conan, who had raised his hand to block out the glaring light for a while, reached out and dimmed the light in front of Tang Ze.

No matter what the reason is, sitting here in the dark and staring at such a bright light source, even if it does not affect your mental state, it will really hurt your eyes.

"Is it because of Adachi Toru?" Conan asked bluntly.

According to Tang Ze, with his extraordinary memory that is almost photographic, there are very few things he doesn't remember.

The only vague memory he has at the moment is the false memory that seems real or illusory due to the wrongful conviction.

"Maybe." Tang Ze raised one hand, pressed his forehead hard, and murmured softly, "I dreamed that I was lying in a dark place. It was very narrow, like a coffin. I couldn't breathe, and I desperately scratched the walls around me, trying to escape from there..."

This was the first "symptom" he prepared after discussing with Amuro Toru - trauma-induced, conditional claustrophobia.

Although the illness was fake and Tang Ze did not recall the exact details, their speculation was not made out of thin air.

It is known that Tang Ze had problems with his memory. The organization's main medical equipment are all fully enclosed medical cabins similar to the "cocoon" that Noah's Ark once had. In the two months since he fell into the organization, has he had similar experiences?
Tang Ze thinks the answer is yes.

Moreover, this description is not entirely fabricated.

Ever since he went to that strange and meaningless room in the subway, Tang Ze no longer always had a dreamless sleep when he fell asleep in the Velvet Bar, and would occasionally flash back to some strange fragments.

Tang Ze guessed that this might be related to his seemingly plausible "archive" or "multiple rounds", and that some information that did not exist at this time had leaked through the Velvet Room, a layer between chaos and reality.

Tang Ze, who believed that this was closely related to the organization, immediately used it as material.

Regardless of whether these memories are really from those two months, or from an archived file that has been abandoned by myself, the organization that can do such a thing is undoubtedly an organization, and it is not unfair to accuse them, right?

Tang Ze gently closed his dry eyes.

"After I woke up, I didn't dare stay in the attic. As long as I turned off the lights, the attic would be pitch black, without even a faint moonlight."

Claustrophobia, perhaps with alkalosis from anxiety attacks.

Conan made his judgment just as quickly.

He looked at the lamp in front of Tang Ze, which had the lampshade removed and was so bright that the light could be seen from the third floor: "Then, what is this lamp..."

"I don't want to stay in the cafe. This is the only light I can find." Tang Ze stared straight at the bright light bulb, his voice so light that it almost blended into the night.

"If you turn it on this brightly, your eyes will become damaged."

"I know, I just..." Tang Ze covered his eyes and sighed slowly, "If the light is not bright enough, I can only see a round spot of light. Then I will think of other things. There is a frosted translucent film on my eyes, and then the film is cut by something, and then some liquid enters my eyes, and the light becomes a round spot of light..."

When he said this, he used force with his fingertips, leaving several nail marks on his face, and seemed to have lost the ability to continue describing.

But Conan, who has a wealth of knowledge, has already understood.

"Stop talking." Conan turned off the light on the table and stopped Tang Ze from describing the story. "I already understand."

This is totally the process of eye surgery.

First, open the eyelids with a fixator, then prepare the skin, cut the surgical surface with a scalpel, and then drip lidocaine for local anesthesia...

Conan could understand his fear without Tang Ze continuing to say the rest.

It was either a sharp scalpel or a sharp syringe. No matter which one it was, his vitreous body would be affected and then become cloudy and blurry. He could only see a distorted, even bloody light and shadow...

For Tang Ze, who has lost his memory and does not understand the cause and effect, these processes, which are not clear whether they are treatment or torture, will indeed cause him very serious mental stress...

So many terrifying and traumatic moments came to my mind all at once, and I didn't know what Adachi Toru said to Karasawa.

Conan really wanted to suggest that Tang Ze find a psychiatrist, or simply contact relatives and friends to recommend a psychiatrist, and take Tang Ze to see a doctor, but when he thought of Tang Ze's tricky family background and complicated condition, he couldn't help but hesitate.

To be honest, he now has some psychological trauma when he sees the word "psychologist". No matter who the person is, he dare not guarantee that he will not do anything bad to Tang Ze.

Moreover, as for the several psychologists available for reference, even if they were originally psychologists with good medical ethics and decent qualifications, after carefully reading Tang Ze's medical records and understanding Tang Ze's medical history, their medical ethics might also become corrupt...

It’s a headache. Otherwise, he could borrow a set of books from Xiaolan and study on his own.

"...Go get some sleep first." Conan couldn't think of a solution for a while, so he had no choice but to persuade him helplessly, "Have you taken out the quilt?"

Tang Ze blinked blankly at the dark street, then raised his head, looked at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, and shook his head slowly.

"Then... forget it, just give me the key." Conan looked at the stairs leading to Mori's house, then looked at the dark cafe behind him, scratched his head, and stretched out his hand helplessly.

It was too late. Going upstairs to get the quilt would definitely disturb Xiaolan and the others. Tangze refused to go in now, so he had to do it for him. He went to the attic to find something warm for Tangze.

Tang Ze, who was curled up on the outdoor sofa, slowly moved twice, as if it took him some time to understand what he was saying. He slowly took something out of his pocket and handed it to Conan.

There were only three keys hanging on a mermaid-shaped keychain. They looked ugly and rough, and it was obvious that they were specialties brought back from the American island.

Conan took the key ring, stroked the pendant and laughed, then walked quickly towards the cafe.

His night vision was good enough, and he had a watch flashlight in his hand, so he easily walked through the cafe with tables and chairs turned upside down and opened the door to the attic.

Knowing that his strength was limited, he did not choose a heavy quilt, but simply rolled up the blanket on the bed, trying to adjust it into a shape that would not affect his walking.

In the chaos, several photos that were originally rolled up in the blanket flew out.

The flashlight swept across and Conan's movements suddenly froze. He didn't care about the blanket in his hand that was about to fall to the ground. He squatted down and looked carefully.

Those were some very new photographic papers, which looked like they had been freshly developed and had some slight curvatures.

Tang Ze, holding his number and name, stood in front of the height line with a gloomy face.

This is a photo of Tang Ze when he was imprisoned.

In addition, there was him squatting in the corner of the cell in prison uniform, standing in the dock in the courtroom with his head down and silent, and...

There were bruises and scars on his face, obviously he had been beaten, one of his eyes was red and swollen, and he was being stepped on the ground.

The photos actually don't reveal much information, as they are almost just photos of Tang Ze alone, but the perspective of these photos, that is, the identity of the photographer, suddenly becomes clear.

A person who had access to Tang Ze throughout the entire process, could take photos in prison without restraint, and even walked into the cell and attacked him directly...

"Adachi Toru..." Conan clenched his teeth slightly.

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"Don't use any detergent to clean the mask. Even if it is dirty, just rinse it with water. Prepare your skin before wearing it, otherwise wearing it for a long time for many days may cause contact inflammation..."

While tidying up the cosmetics on the table, Vermouth was explaining the precautions in a businesslike tone. When she looked up, she saw Ireland, whose appearance had changed, holding his head and leaning against the table without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Vermouth raised her eyebrows. "I remember confirming before that you don't have any allergies." "No, nothing." Ireland shook his head and pressed his throbbing forehead with a strange look on his face.

An indescribable premonition was looming over him, making him feel terrified.

What was going on? Was it his sixth sense that was reminding him that this mission might involve unknown dangers?

After Vermouth confirmed that there was no problem with her disguise, she had no interest in exploring the mental journey of her enemy colleague. She just quickly put away the tools in front of her and stood up again.

"It's not my place to interfere with mission matters. If anything goes wrong with your disguise when you're working with the police, I suggest you contact Kumail directly. It would be much more convenient for him to come and provide support than for me."

Ireland clenched his back teeth, and the veins in his already throbbing temples bulged even more.

Did this woman come here on purpose to disgust him?

"I'm telling the truth. You can't deal with him, and I advise you to calm down as soon as possible." Vermouth lowered her eyes and looked at Ireland, whose image had changed drastically, with pity, "Don't underestimate those policemen."

More importantly, you may not only be unable to defeat a smart kid like Kumail, but even the cool guy who is still a child is enough to give you a hard time.

Belmode, who had already heard about the identity of the other "advisor" from Ireland, shook his head secretly.

"Don't worry about how I do my job." Ireland stuffed his police ID into his breast pocket and rolled his eyes.

He could see that, although Vermouth did not show any obvious signs, just from the tone of her words, her mentality was different from before, and she had almost been completely won over by Kumail.

It seems that each of his supports has some grudge against him, and the only relatively neutral one, Vermouth, seems eager to sell him out.

This mission was really surrounded by enemies from all sides.

"Then I wish you good luck." Vermouth chuckled, then picked up the bag on the table and left Ireland's residence without any reluctance.

It is still unclear whether what Kumail said, "Ireland tried to use Edogawa Conan's identity as a handle on Gin," is true, but the opposite of what cannot be proven is that it cannot be disproven.

Out of caution, she was more inclined to believe that Kumail would not act without purpose because of personal grudges. Even if Ireland had not discovered Cool Guy's trick yet, once he really came into contact with the Mori family as Toru Adachi, they might become suspicious.

In this case, he is still a hidden threat, so there is no need to take too much care of him.

Having already acknowledged that Ireland might be an enemy that needed to be eliminated, Vermouth replied to the email without a pause.

[The identity has been handed over. Before the mission is completed, don't give Adachi Toru any chance to escape.

The locator has been installed for you, please pay attention. 】

Sitting downstairs, Tang Ze, who had wrapped himself up like a ball under Conan's complicated gaze, slowly moved twice, and after confirming that Conan, who kept looking back every few steps, had reached the third floor, he adjusted his posture and took out his mobile phone to check.

Although Vermouth's words were written in a very plain manner, the clear murderous intent had already seeped out from between the lines.

What she meant was that once it was confirmed that Ireland was really a threat to Conan and his true identity was discovered, he'd better fly over there at a speed of 800 miles to snipe the other party out, just like he did to her in the past.

Is this the power of a godmother? Good luck to you, Ireland.

Irish whiskey had already been collected on the wine shelf, so Tang Ze, who had already discounted the importance of Ireland, put away his phone with a smile, closed his eyes, and went to find Leon for a drink.

He would remember to drink a couple of extra glasses of Irish whiskey to see his colleagues off.

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"Let Tang Ze go see Dr. Kihara?" Mao Lilan, who had just gotten up early to wash up, heard this request and looked very strange. "Didn't we all think that Tang Ze shouldn't have much contact with Dr. Kihara..."

"I don't think he's a good candidate either. But Tang Ze's situation is really bad." Conan frowned and said seriously, "You'll know when you go downstairs."

Although he went to bed at 2 o'clock, Conan, feeling very uneasy, got up at 6 o'clock.

He hurried to the window and saw Tang Ze, still wrapped in a blanket, slowly standing up on the street in the early morning and trying to pack up and return to the cafe.

Tang Ze really slept outside all night. This realization made Conan feel his temples throbbing.

The stimulation given by those photos of Adachi Toru caused Tang Ze's originally relatively stable mental state to deteriorate sharply. This trip not only failed to make Tang Ze relax much, but instead made him come into contact with Adachi Toru again, making things worse. It was really a big loss.

"Hey, I also asked Tang Ze, he doesn't want to go to the hospital's cardiology department." Mao Lilan twisted her fingers together, also worried, "Maybe it was because of the incident with Fudo Kyosuke that made him feel resistant to the cardiology department. Otherwise, let's ask Sonoko to find a better doctor..."

"If Tang Ze doesn't cooperate, we don't trust other doctors." Conan pursed his lips, "He still insists on going to school, so let's just let that Kiharakawa treat him first and give it a try."

This matter makes me very worried.

The patient himself is reluctant to see a doctor, and his previous attending physician, Tang Ze's own parents, has passed away.

Karasawa didn't have any doctor he trusted in Tokyo, and psychotherapy is a very private matter.

Even if they wanted to choose a good doctor for Tang Ze, due to the special nature of the treatment, it would be difficult for them to eavesdrop on the details of Tang Ze's treatment through normal means.

The only remaining method seems to be...

"You said before that Dr. Kihara had met with Mr. Amuro and had already agreed with Tang Ze on the time and plan of treatment?" Conan thought about it and confirmed again.

"Yes, in order not to affect the normal work in school, Dr. Kihara said to wait until the club time after school and let Tang Ze go to the psychological counseling room to find him." The current psychological counselor, Ran Mao Li, nodded with certainty.

Of course, Karasawa, who has not yet repaired his relationship with his classmates, has no club. According to Okita Souji, Karasawa never joined any club in the past, so this time is already school time for him.

Conan calculated Teitan's class schedule and nodded.

"Okay. Then help me find a way to put this thing in the counseling room."

"What is this?" Mao Lilan took the sticker he handed over and touched it, thinking about something.

I always feel like this looks a bit familiar...

"Uh, it's just a tracker, the doctor's little invention..." Instinctively swallowing the fact that it can also eavesdrop, Conan cleared his throat and said, "I'll go over there and take a look when the time comes."

The only solution now is to use the somewhat immoral method of eavesdropping to keep a close eye on Tang Ze!

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"Is Karasawa going to deal with that guy named Kiharakawa? Has he found out the situation in his palace?" Morifushi Kagemitsu, who was also preparing to have breakfast, heard this news as soon as he sat down.

Because the Phantom Thieves were going on a trip, they temporarily put aside the issue of the unscrupulous psychiatrist, and suddenly heard this name and felt a little unfamiliar.

After Matsuda Jinpei's spectacular resurrection and the travel gags, he almost forgot that there was this guy lurking in the shadows who was plotting something bad.

"Karazawa said that he has confirmed that the cat has been transferred to Teitan High School. He has made preparations to deceive that guy once." Yawning, Asai Shigemi took the cat, which was indeed partly bleached by the sun, off the dining table and put his plate away. "We don't need to worry, probably."

It involves the research of the Karasawa school and organization. This kind of thing has always been the responsibility of Amuro Toru, just like the last time with Kyosuke Fuuto. In addition, the location is Teitan High School, and there are Karasawa's friends such as Ran Mouri, so they can't get involved even if they want to.

Matsuda Jinpei, who finally didn't need to disguise himself, leaned back in his chair in a relaxed state, sipping his coffee slowly, and said vaguely: "It's better to pay attention to the investigation team that has united multiple locations, Master Jing. It seems that your brother is coming."

"……what?"

(End of this chapter)