Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 821 Genius and Mortal

As the mask was pried off by Tang Ze, even though there was no bloody scene of flesh tearing and tissue flying everywhere, the shadow Muharakawa still let out a shrill scream.

The pale face of the shadow Muharakawa was revealed, but the mask held in Tangze's hand was dripping with blood, flowing through the mask's empty eyes, like two lines of blood and tears that could not be suppressed.

Just as Tang Ze said, he had worn the mask for too long, so long that he could no longer take it off.

Tang Ze looked at the bloody mask in his hand for a moment, then looked up at the light on the statue above that was beginning to disappear. He raised his eyebrows in understanding and handed the bleeding Prajna mask to his teammate standing behind him.

"This should be his secret treasure." Tang Ze pointed at the somewhat dirty blood mask, "This is the most important thing to him right now."

A mask that originated from Karasawa Ikawa, an illusion of possessing Karasawa Ikawa's abilities, a beautiful dream.

The shadow lying on the ground stretched out his hand towards the mask that was getting farther and farther away. The sharp knife in Tang Ze's hand immediately fell down as a warning, stabbing into the ground next to his arm, making his weak movement completely in vain.

"This is not my fault." As the mask was taken away, the shadow Mu Yuanchuan who fell to the ground suddenly spoke, muttering to himself, "It's his problem. He failed my expectations..."

Tang Ze looked down at the guy who began to sob and cry.

The real Kiharakawa and Karasawa Ikawa actually look quite different in appearance, including their facial shape, facial features, pupils and hair color.

It can be said that if Kiharakawa had not forced himself to dress like Karasawa Ikawa, the two people would not need to be compared together, and any ordinary stranger would be able to see the difference between them, and there would be no possibility of mistake.

Tang Ze released his foot that was stepping on the guy and watched him curl up into a ball.

It was almost time to listen to the hall master's rant, and he was ready to hear what nonsense Muharakawa had to say.

"Senior Tang Ze, he's a very good guy. Everyone admits that he's good." Kiharakawa's tearful voice came out from his palm, "His grades are first-rate, he learns everything very quickly, it's like he was born knowing how to use a scalpel, and his tweezers don't even tremble under an eight-fold microscope... Everyone, everyone who knows his skills, likes to praise him, saying he was born to be in this line of work."

Kiharakawa tightened his fingers and gripped his face tightly, his voice began to become suppressed and angry.

"I practice every day. I want to grow all the time. I spend all my energy, studying day and night, not willing to give up any hands-on opportunities, and try every way to practice in the operating room... I try my best, but I still can't catch up. I have accepted this reality. I have accepted the cruel fact that his lower limit is the upper limit of many people's lifetime...

"Why, why would he give up?! On what grounds? Does his life plan really not matter?!"

By the end of his speech, Kiharakawa's voice was on the verge of breaking, and he was basically screaming in a hysterical state.

Asai Narimi, who had put on his haori again and was no longer in combat mode, looked at Kiharakawa's white coat, which was covered in dust and blood, and shook his head with sympathy.

As a fellow medical student, although he did not agree with Kiharakawa's extreme approach, Asai Narimi could understand his tragic career experience to some extent.

Surgeons are generally very proud guys, especially those who have grown to the point where they can perform surgery on their own.

The feeling of life beating on the tip of your knife, the sense of stability and order but requiring full concentration, the clear feeling that every decision you make will affect the entire future life of the patient in front of you, and the sense of accomplishment that comes from curing difficult cases, it is difficult for people who have not experienced it to understand.

If an occasional exceptional performance while playing a game is enough to make you want to install a screen on your tombstone for passers-by to review, then surgeons probably experience many such moments every working day.

In this field, the difference between geniuses and mediocre people cannot be bridged by hard work. Some things are not born with you and you will never have them in your entire life. If you want to get rid of the feeling of frustration, the best way is to change your career.

Meeting a genius with wild imagination like Ikawa Karasawa during work and study will definitely be a heavy blow to all the proud and conceited surgeons.

Just imagine, the surgery that you spent more than ten hours to complete bit by bit, was completed by others in two or three hours, with cleaner techniques, more accurate judgment, more beautiful incision and suture than you, and better than you in everything from basic skills to comprehension to surgical techniques to intraoperative decision-making...

After finally accepting the fact and being convinced by such a genius, and being prepared to live in his shadow for the rest of my life, the genius suddenly changed his career due to a disagreement.

Without any objective constraints, just because her child was sick, she immediately chose not to believe that the psychologist could cure the child and changed her career on the spot.

I'm afraid that since then, Kiharakawa has completely reached the point where he wakes up from his dreams every night and shouts "Why is he doing this!" It seems that he can't be blamed for falling into madness...

Muharakawa, who fell to the ground, loosened his hands, revealing his eyes that were completely lost in emotion and bloodshot.

"With such talent and ability, he can obviously do better and reach a higher level. In just a few years, he will be world-renowned and become a leading figure in the industry..."

Seeing that he was completely lost in his emotions, Tang Ze stretched his neck and asked sincerely: "Since you are so unwilling, why don't you ask him directly? I think he will tell you the reason."

His father is a genius in surgery and also in psychology. If Kiharakawa honestly expresses his emotions and confusion to him, there is no reason why Karasawa Ichikawa cannot comfort such a junior who is already convinced of him, right?
Muharakawa's bloodshot eyes moved, as if he had just noticed Tang Ze's presence, and his gaze was fixed on his face covered by the blindfold.

"I asked, I asked a long time ago. He said that medicine was his hobby, and he didn't really care which field he worked in. He also said that even if this didn't happen, he might have shifted his interests in a few years and dabbled in other departments. His child's illness just happened to cause him to take a big leap..."

"Yes, he is not answering you. Do you have any questions?" Tang Ze frowned in confusion. "He is just that kind of person. He knows what he wants, right? Talent has nothing to do with what he likes to do, right?"

Tang Ze could understand the thoughts of his humorous father, and he really didn't understand what Kiharakawa was struggling with.

Just do what you can, what you are willing to do, and what you like to do. Why bother about whether this is the area you are best at?

"So what about that talent, the talent that can make me speechless and keep me awake, is it going to be wasted like this?! To study those vague psychology subjects?!" Mu Yuanchuan grabbed his collar, as if he could hardly breathe, and shouted from the bottom of his heart, "Then give it to me, if you don't want it, give it to me! Why waste the ability that others can't get!"

"So this is why you are jealous and dissatisfied, because he did not follow the path you imagined and did not become what you ideally wanted him to be." Tang Ze put his hands on his hips, shook his head, and gave his own answer, "That's too boring, and it's too contemptuous of life."

If this were a business simulation game, where everyone was not a living person but a little man running around controlled by a mouse or joystick, then Tang Ze might assign tasks to the little man according to his entries and attributes in pursuit of high scores or efficiency, but that is not the case here.

This is real life, this is human beings who cannot be defined by simple terms, who have feelings, personalities, who are shaped by the past, who have likes and dislikes.

If we assign people careers and define their futures based solely on their talents, it would be too monotonous and would not treat people as human beings.

"That's easy to say. What if the roles were reversed, if I was the genius and he was the one who couldn't catch up with me?" Perhaps he had heard similar answers before, the shadow Muharakawa seemed to be irritated by Tang Ze's tone, "If I let you do it, can you do better than me?"

Just because he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes and wanted to get out of that person's shadow, he caught up with him again and embarked on the same path again.

He is the one who challenges fate, he is the one who resists and has the last laugh. Why do you say that he is the twisted one!

"Of course I can." Tang Ze crossed his arms and said as if it was a matter of course, "Since you are not happy with my father changing his research field for me, then go and stop him. Anyway, you have been transferred to the department, so why don't you come and treat me? As long as you can treat me faster than him and your plan is better than his, can't you prove that he made a wrong decision by changing his goal without authorization and thinking that he can do better than others, and then kick him back to neurosurgery?"

The shadow Kiharakawa's expression was completely frozen.

"Can you? You can't. Your research field is not developed for the treatment of autism. You are just imitating my father's research. But my father did it. He developed targeted treatments for me. This may not cure all children with autism, but he really cured me." Tang Ze commented in a very objective tone, "Except for him, no one in the world can solve my disease. Then wasn't the decision he made at the time the optimal solution? Both the emotions and the results support this point of view. Why are you so angry?" Tang Ze's comment on Kiharakawa's tangled mood was, if you are bad, practice more, and if you can't afford to play, don't play.

If you could do better than Tang Ze Ikawa, even if you found a doctor who was better than him, wouldn't you be able to slap him back to his original position?

He is a sucker and loves to be stubborn. Who has been compared to a mud monster?
The shadow Muharakawa opened and closed his lips for a moment, unwillingness and disbelief flashed across his face for a moment, and finally he spread out his hands and lay on his back as if he had lost his strength.

So, is this the answer? This is the thinking of a genius, the thinking and confidence that he could never reach in his entire life, the inner motivation that is so powerful that it can change the world...

"I understand. I was wrong. I was..."

He murmured as the light and shadow gradually faded away.

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"Karaze, Muharakawa suddenly fell into a trap. Do you have any clues?"

As soon as Tang Ze raised his head, he saw Toru Amuro, who came to take over his shift, striding into the cafe and standing in front of him and saying this to him.

"What clue do I have?" Tang Ze shrugged and lowered his head again, as if it had nothing to do with him. "Why don't you ask Muharakawa yourself?"

Please, he worked so hard to change his mind, arranged the people clearly, and sent them to the Japanese police to serve as their KPI. Can it still be his fault?

The person has been delivered to your door, and you still come to ask how the kind-hearted person beat him down. This is a bit inappropriate, Furiya Rei.

"I wanted to ask that, too." Amuro Toru crossed his arms and frowned, "But he has to wake up first."

"Ah?" Tang Ze looked up again, this time really confused.

"Didn't you understand? He 'walked into a trap.'" Amuro Toru made a fist-clenching motion. "What I meant was that as soon as the police department opened in the morning, before Kazami and his men got off work, Kiharakawa was thrown into the building of the police department overnight."

"what?!"

Amuro Toru pinched his wrinkled brows, feeling a headache: "We had to send him to the hospital, and he hasn't woken up yet."

The matter of Gin's high-profile attack on the Toudou Tower by helicopter has not been resolved yet. They were already short of manpower, and now they had to assign people to guard the ward, so much so that even Furuya Rei was forced to go back to help coordinate and deal with it. This was the reason why he was unable to come to the cafe to work in the morning.

Even the king of volumes, Toru Amuro, found this feeling of being stretched to the limit a bit too much to bear.

He really wanted to catch the culprit in front of him and send him to Group Zero to work overtime to fill their vacancies.

Ireland was rescued by Tang Ze, and Tang Ze did not hide this from him, but Tang Ze also did not tell him that the so-called mission was for Ireland to capture Kiharakawa?

"Such a cruel move..." Tang Ze couldn't help but be shocked, "Then Ireland is really a bit angry."

"Is this what you think?" Amuro Toru's eyebrows jumped.

"Well, what else do you think?" Tang Ze shrugged without sympathy and picked up the notebook in his hand. "I can ignore the things related to our family, but the lives that were indirectly killed by him cannot be erased. He is not dead yet, what is there to complain about?"

"Is this the point?" Amuro Toru, who was forced to deal with the mistakes left by Kiharakawa, gritted his teeth, "He has a full-time job and is currently serving as your high school's psychologist. In addition, he is also well-known in the organization..."

As a famous doctor who has already made a name for himself, Kiharakawa has a lot of work to do, and correspondingly, they also have a lot of "afterlife" to deal with.

The only advantage might be that his disappearance was indeed caused by Ireland, and the time was very close to the time when Ireland faked his death. In the organization, Kiharakawa's sudden disappearance would definitely be attributed to Ireland's revenge, which at least prevented him from having to double his workload.

Tang Ze imagined their workload these days and couldn't help laughing twice. Before Amuro Toru moved his warning eyes over, he quickly raised the notebook to cover the gloating on his face.

They Phantom Thieves have been working overtime a lot these days. If he doesn't make others work twice as much as he does, wouldn't that be a loss?
But saying this was just asking for a fight, so Tang Ze quickly adjusted his facial expression and continued to look through the things in his hand with a serious face: "Keep up the good work, Mr. Amuro. As you know, I'm a little busy recently."

Kisaragi Minemizu's painting exhibition is about to begin, and Kitagawa Yusuke, who is going to be the disciple and is about to be promoted, will definitely not be absent.

It's no problem to fool Shindou Sumire who doesn't know him, but facing the teacher who already knows a little bit of the basics, this kind of thing can't be handed over to others, and Tang Ze has to do the cosplay himself.

"You better be really busy."

Instead of adding more workload to us.

This sentence was clearly written on Toru Amuro's face, and he finally turned his attention to the notebook that had been held in Tang Ze's hand.

Anyone who knows Hoshikawa Teru's daily work knows that Tang Ze really never does his homework. He always tries to push off this job that is a high school student's job.

The notebook he held in his hand and examined carefully could definitely not be a study note.

Noticing Toru Amuro's gaze, Tang Ze smiled and did not try to avoid it. He just turned to the back of the thick notebook in his hand, which was filled with content and diagrams.

Different from the neat small characters on the notebook, on the blank page at the end of the notebook, there are a few lines of words written in a freehand and flowing handwriting, which look like a signature or a message.

[Thank you for your efforts and contributions to the advancement of medicine. I hope you will always maintain your awe for life and your love for medicine.

You can go to bed early at night. Staying up late to study will only damage your brain and will not improve your grades.

To Mr. Kihara, the future master of medicine.

Karasawa Ichikawa

There is no chance to learn the truth from Kiharakawa yet, but Karasawa guesses that this notebook will become the "source of distortion". There is a high probability that this teasing and gentle message may be the starting point for the easing of the relationship between Kiharakawa and Karasawa Ikawa, which later developed to the point where everyone believed that the former was an open admirer of the latter.

Would what happened to Kiharakawa have developed to this point if it weren't for Karasawa's illness and the organization's intervention? Or is this drifting apart friendship the inevitable result of their differences in character and professional values?
Tang Ze couldn't make a conclusion, he just sighed.

"The first domino to fall..." He patted the slightly worn cover of the notebook.

It's all about fate, grudges and entanglements. Perhaps this is the true underlying logic of the scientific world.

(End of this chapter)