Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 830 Commission and Opportunity

"Received a new commission? Is the efficiency so high?"

Conan looked at the time and looked at Kogoro Mouri with some surprise.

This was only the second day of the banquet, and only ten hours had passed since Mouri Kogoro and Kisaki Eri distributed business cards. He hadn't yet recovered from the last case, but as soon as he got up, he heard Mouri Kogoro's announcement.

Artists, is the need for detectives so strong?
"It's not just me. Eri has also received several new commissions and invitations." Maori Kogoro yawned loudly as he adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. "These people are rich and have free time. It's normal for them to want to spend money to solve some problems."

"So, that's why Mom left in such a hurry this morning?" Mao Lilan raised her head and her expression cheered up again.

She had been a little upset because her mother had to wash up and leave as soon as it was light in the morning. She was worried that maybe there was some problem getting along with her father again and they parted on bad terms.

"Yes, it was because it was late, so she stopped by to rest for a night." Maori Kogoro cleared his throat and ignored the teasing looks of the three young men in front of him. "She had a court hearing to attend in the morning..."

"Well, now I have no choice but to sleep on the sofa in the living room..." Conan said this while making a wink at Tang Ze.

Tang Ze understood immediately.

It seems that Kisaki Eri and Mouri Kogoro slept in the same bedroom last night.

"Anyway," Maori Kogoro coughed twice deliberately, avoiding the topic and awkwardly talked about the commission again, "Yesterday's banquet was indeed a good opportunity. I still have to thank that blue-haired boy."

His reputation was only one factor in why he started receiving well-paid jobs so quickly. Kitagawa Yusuke's invitation and Kisaragi Minemizu's good impression of him because of Tokiwa Mio's accident also played an important role.

This industry values ​​connections and relationships far more than most people imagine. In addition to the gaps caused by status and personal achievements, family prejudices also affect every aspect of the art world.

Thinking of the amount marked on the letter of commission, Kogoro Maori felt excited and smoothed out the creases on his suit more carefully.

"Okay, I'll go take care of the situation at the Metropolitan Police Department first, and then go to the client's house this afternoon. You guys, stay at home and behave yourself."

Looking at Kogoro Mouri walking out of the office door with his back straight, Tang Ze took out his mobile phone to confirm the time and stood up on his own initiative.

"I'm going to go get my documents. Mr. Amuro prepared sandwiches, so you don't have to wait for me for lunch."

"Get the information back?" Conan blinked, feeling that there might be a lot of information hidden in Tang Ze's vague description.

"Dr. Kihara has been confirmed to be involved in multiple criminal cases, and he will definitely be prosecuted." Tang Ze stood up and calmly recounted the facts caused by himself, "I have to get my medical records back."

"Ah..." Conan was stunned, remembering the so-called treatment that Tang Ze had received in order to confirm the other party's intentions.

No one knows whether Kiharakawa will record on paper the peculiarities of Tang Ze that are closely related to cognitive science. This is indeed a matter of life and death and cannot fall into the hands of others.

"See you."

At the last moment when Tangze closed the door of the office, he caught a glimpse of serious contemplation on Conan's face, guessed what he was thinking, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Rather than saying that he really wanted to get something back, it would be more accurate to say that he was intentionally reminding Conan to collect more information about Karasawa himself.

Those who want to bring down the wineries in this world, in addition to simply exposing their crimes, must also be wary of the resources and connections that these cutting-edge scientific and technological strengths may bring to them, especially the influence of cognitive science, a supernatural discipline.

And the relationship between him and He Xue is closer than anyone imagines, and Conan will confirm this sooner or later.

"Cognitive Science?" Sitting in the supportive yet overly soft embrace of the bean bag sofa, Yuga Kyosuke read the name of this unfamiliar and difficult subject, "Is this the source of Kitagawa-kun's abilities?"

Shimabukuro Kimie, who was placing tea in front of him, paused and exchanged glances with Asai Narimi who was sitting opposite her.

The leader revealed some extraordinary things to him, but did not give any hints about Kitagawa Yusuke's true identity. The meaning conveyed to them was very clear.

Asai Narimi quickly adjusted his attitude and responded to his question seriously: "I don't know how you understand his ability, but if you feel that he is different from ordinary people, then this is probably it."

"The difference between ordinary people and their brains?" Yuga Kyosuke blurted out without thinking.

Having seen Kitagawa Yusuke played by Karasawa, I always feel that these words are like those of the sarcastic Asai Narimi: "..."

"Oh, that's not what I meant." Yuga Kyosuke felt that this sentence was quite ambiguous, and waved his hand, "I want to say that I can feel that the world that Kitagawa sees and feels is very different from that of ordinary people, as if he has experienced some kind of sensory mutation. Does this have anything to do with cognitive science?"

"That's true." Asai Narimi picked up his teacup. "Since you were able to get the address here and walk in safely, it means that the person who gave you the card felt that you have something in common with us. Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

Although he said this, Asai Narimi looked at Hanega Kyosuke with a gentle gaze.

If we were to ask who in the band knows this talented musician best, it would be him.

The palace of Haga Kyosuke took him a long time. During this process, he inevitably looked directly into the heart of Haga Kyosuke and heard the voice in his heart.

He could probably guess what was bothering Yuga Kyosuke.

It's just that he doesn't know how to face the Shitara family, who are both his enemies and his last relatives, and he doesn't know how to face Shitara Renki, who is truly innocent in this matter.

His hatred for the Shitara family is real, but he also loves and tolerates Shitara Renki, the little girl he watched grow up. Once he chooses to start revenge, he will never be able to return to his current position. With few relatives, he will become a complete loner.

But he had no choice but to do it. The approaching date was like a death warrant, constantly reminding him how the drama caused by greed had destroyed his entire life and made him lose so much.

What he wanted to ask most was probably not someone like Kitagawa Yusuke who was in a similar situation, nor the Phantom Thief who could change people's hearts, but the elders who had let him down.

After killing his parents, wouldn't they feel guilty looking at him? When they touched the famous piano, did they feel the intoxication of the beautiful sound or the bloody smell flowing in it?

Asai Narimi had many guesses, but at this moment, he wanted to hear what Hanega Kyosuke would say.

Yuga Kyosuke touched the teacup in his hand, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally mustered up the courage. "I feel confused and at a loss on some issues. Kitagawa gave me an answer, but he also said that there might be a better answer for me. I am here to find a new answer."

He raised his head and looked at Asai Narimi's handsome face: "So, you are the other answers that Kitagawa-kun mentioned?"

Asai Narimi pondered over his words and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

This was said very politely, but Yuga Kyosuke was no fool. He fully understood what the completely different answers described by Tang Ze meant.

When he was Kitagawa Yusuke, Karasawa could not state his position clearly. For the future of this identity and for the expectations of Mr. Kisaragi Minemizu, Karasawa would not let the image of Kitagawa Yusuke be associated with a ruthless revenger.

But the real Tang Ze doesn’t think so, and never encourages repaying evil with kindness.

He is an example, and so is Shimabukuro Kimie, who sits on the other side with a dignified manner.

At that time, Tang Ze said that he did not choose to forgive his former teacher, but only allowed the law to punish him because of the other party's confession. So his answer was completely different from the meaning, which was that he chose another path and chose revenge.

"It seems that you have figured it out. You still have the courage to sit here, which is really admirable." Asai Chengmi kept smiling and said some scary words, "Just as you guessed, yes, I chose the darker path and killed my enemy."

Although Yuga Kyosuke had made some guesses before arriving here and was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help holding his breath when he heard him admit it directly.

"Even if I confess, it's hard to hold me accountable for the methods I used, and there's no evidence to prove I killed anyone, but I know I did it." Asai Narimi answered calmly, "I originally planned to use my life to ignite a bigger fire after doing all this, but the leader helped me and gave me a chance to continue living."

Having said that, the situation had been basically explained, and there was no need to hide his identity any longer, so Asai Narimi put down his cup.

Yuga Kyosuke instinctively paid attention to his movements, but was forced to squint his eyes due to the scorching flames.

When he opened his eyes again, the clothes on Asai Narimi were completely different from the loose casual clothes he had just worn. The flaming feather robe and the black and gold fox mask completely revealed his identity.

When he got the notice from the envelope, Yuga Kyosuke had already guessed that the destination of this trip must be extraordinary, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help being shocked.

"The Phantom Thieves of Hearts...you and Kitagawa-kun, and..."

Shimabukuro Kimie, who was sitting nearby pouring tea, also smiled back.

"I abandoned my past identity and all my past, and just thought that I had died in the fire after completing my revenge. I was 'resurrected' like this." Asai Narimi took off his mask and revealed his face again. "I would not call this expiation or repentance for my past crimes, because I don't think I did anything wrong. The law cannot give me justice, so I will give it to myself, that's all."

Although Yuga Kyosuke was still immersed in shock, his eyes brightened involuntarily when he looked at the other party.

Yes, the law cannot give him justice.

His father had been dead for 20 years. The murder case had long been concluded and everyone believed that those fictional robbers really existed. His father did not die intentionally by his relatives, but was killed by strange robbers.

Now, even if he knew the truth, even if he asked the Phantom Thieves of Hearts to help him change all of his father's arrogant and greedy brothers and sincerely repent for his father's death, the established facts could not be reversed.

The case has already been concluded. Even if there was no miscarriage of justice at the time, the statute of limitations would have expired by now.

Even if there was evidence to prove that those people had killed someone in order to embezzle his father's property, and that his father was not murdered intentionally, but just rolled down the stairs during an argument and died of his injuries, there was no way to make those people pay any price...

It was this realization that had been gnawing at his heart like an ant, preventing him from getting a single moment of restful sleep over the past two years...

"That's exactly what we're doing." Shimabukuro Kimie rolled up her sleeves and picked up her cup of tea. "We are responsible for solving the legal boundaries and the things that the system cannot judge. We are responsible for solving the infuriating and despicable things that are despicable. The desires that cannot be quantified but have long been rampant and disordered are what we are 'stealing'."

Yuga Kyosuke touched his upper and lower lips together and opened and closed his mouth several times.

This time, he couldn't make a sound, but he finally heard the voice from his heart.

A piercing cry that was hard to tell whether it was crying or laughing...

"Do you want to formally ask us for a commission?" Asai Narimi, sensing his inner wavering, invited him at the right time. "There are not many people who can come up to us and make a request to us in person, Mr. Yuga."

"I, I...I think..."

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"It feels like a very big house, and quite grand..."

Gathering the shawl around her shoulders, Mao Lilan stood in front of the iron gate, looked at the manor buildings through the lush trees, and praised them dryly.

It was a bit stiff and she didn't sound confident enough, but she had no choice. Facing the Shitara family's house, she really couldn't muster any words of praise.

Following Kogoro Mori and Sonoko Suzuki, she had seen so many magnificent mansions.

Japanese and European styles, exquisite and magnificent, her horizons became broader and broader. Looking at this house wrapped in ivy and completely immersed in greenery, it could be praised as quiet and peaceful at a nice level, but to put it bluntly, it was too dilapidated due to lack of maintenance.

She couldn't help but think of the few words she heard yesterday about the conversation between Kisaragi Minemizu and Kitagawa Yusuke.

The Shitara family once produced a rare genius, who was once famous for his musical talent. However, in this generation, the only nephew with outstanding achievements changed his surname because of his father's early death. To people who don't know him, few people associate him with the Shitara family, and his life seems even more bleak now.

She turned her gaze back to the lady standing in front of her.

The middle-aged woman in a formal suit, with a tight bun and a silver chain hanging from the legs of her glasses, was the perfect image of a stereotypical butler who was hard to talk to.

"I just checked and didn't find that my master has arranged a meeting with you." Butler Tsukune Hongsheng pushed his glasses, "Are you sure he has entrusted you in advance, Mr. Maori Kogoro?"

(End of this chapter)