The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Where's Bourbon? Didn't he come?" Hearing what Tang Ze said, Belmod couldn't help but look around, "He assigned you a task, you must come to see it, right?"

"Then I don't know... He will always have a way to sneak in. Maybe he is hiding in a corner." Karasawa shrugged and controlled his gaze from drifting in the direction of Tohru Amuro.

Of course Toru Amuro sneaked in, and Karasawa helped him make some disguises.

His personal characteristics were so distinct that Tang Ze did not dare to let him come directly without knowing that there must be members of the organization who knew the two of them.

A few meters behind them, Toru Amuro frowned and pressed the tip of his itchy nose.

His skin color is quite special. In order to cover it up, Tang Ze spent a lot of effort. Now he dare not wipe it randomly for fear of exposing his true skin color.

Toru Amuro's infiltration and investigation have a more personal style.

To sum it up in one sentence, we beat the workers with iron and blood.

In many situations where he thinks he should investigate in person, he will try every means to contact the target of his observation in the name of part-time job or formal employment, and only then will he consider other different identities.

This strange investigative style of his runs throughout, not only by Furuya Rei, but also by Bourbon. People in the organization who know this all speculate that Bourbon may not have any hobbies in experiencing life...

It should be said that the task of being Karaze's guardian will fall on Bourbon. It is difficult to say whether this factor is affected.

It would be impossible for other code members in the organization to actually go to the cafe to make coffee, make meals and wash dishes in order to complete a task, right?

Today he is no exception.

After all, this event is an experience meeting for children of the upper class, and a high-standard self-service wine banquet is also arranged.

Therefore, he still sneaked into the venue in the name of a waiter.

Through the huge window, he glanced at the equipment in the center of the auditorium again, then withdrew his gaze, picked up a tray with several glasses of champagne on it, and walked steadily into the venue.

"Mr. Fangtani, we are ready."

Listening to the voice coming from the earphones, he pressed the call button and replied softly: "Everything is fine here."

"Okay, Team A is waiting for Kenmura Zhongbin to enter the basement."

The earphones that he proudly pinned to his ears were different from those worn by other service staff. Not only could they receive intercom communications in the venue, but they also had additional channels to facilitate his communication with people in the zero group.

His status as a waiter makes it unobtrusive for him to turn on his headset to talk from time to time, and the gentle smile and polite demeanor that he always wears make him play the role of a model senior waiter like a fish in water.

He lowered some trays to make it easier for a lady who was shorter than him to take the champagne. He received a smile and returned the same smile. He raised his head and suddenly saw a somewhat familiar face.

Isn't this the model shop owner that Karasawa came into contact with two days ago?

Why did he run into such a situation...

Moreover, although he did change into a slightly more formal casual outfit, he still wore the gray peaked cap and kept a lollipop in his mouth, which seemed to go his own way.

How did an ordinary model shop owner get an invitation to this private conference?

Toru Amuro, who had a strange intuition, narrowed his eyes and quietly turned in a direction while walking through the crowd, preparing to get closer to this man.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side and held a glass of wine on his tray.

The dedicated waiter Toru Amuro instinctively stopped, adjusted his position and expression, and turned his head with a smile...

...I saw an extremely familiar face.

"Karasawa..." Toru Amuro was a little helpless, but still moved his hands quickly to catch the cup he was about to pick up, "Minors are not allowed to drink."

"I didn't want to drink it originally." Tangze put the champagne back with a smile, "It just feels quite novel."

"What's new?" Toru Amuro continued what he said, and glanced at the direction he was originally planning to walk in. "Shouldn't you be used to seeing me carrying dishes?"

Sure enough, in the short period of time when he was out of his sight, that "Iwai Munehisa" ran away somewhere and was no longer visible.

Turning his gaze back, Amuro Tozai carefully looked at Karasawa's playful expression.

Didn't this guy really come here on purpose? Is he covering something up?

"I have indeed seen too much of him carrying dishes, but Mr. Amuro with this kind of skin color is still quite rare." Karasawa commented pertinently.

Just as Toru Amuro thought, Karasawa did it on purpose.

Since the life information provided by Karasawa is very complete, the setting of the waistcoat is relatively close to Akai Shuichi's real state, and it is easy to change clothes. In addition, he owns a model shop as a real estate, and it is possible to come into contact with the identity of a former Yakuza. Remarkably, Shuichi Akai quite approves of this vest.

As long as this identity information is filled in completely, the FBI team will have a good stronghold, military models and so on, which are also suitable for their concealed weapons...

The FBI, who are becoming more and more satisfied as they think about it, are working intensively to add various information to this identity, trying to fully understand the life trajectory of Iwai Munehisa before the Japanese public security traces it.

At this time, it is a bit risky to let Toru Amuro come into direct contact with himself, considering his good insight and the revenge he currently has on Shuichi Akai.

Karasawa, who had been watching secretly for a while, saw that Amuro Toru had indeed noticed Iwai Munehisa, and decisively stepped forward to eliminate the possibility of their contact.

"As you said, this is the color you painted yourself..." Toru Amuro lowered his voice, "I told you not to paint it so white."

His own skin color is slightly darker than wheat. To achieve the skin color of an ordinary Asian, it took Karasawa more than ten minutes just to do the base makeup. Toru Amuro felt like he had been scratched with a layer of putty, and he felt the same way. Thick makeup is not very comfortable.

"I can't help it. Mr. Amuro's most conspicuous feature is his skin color. To be honest, I just changed his skin color and hair style like this," Tang Ze looked at his appearance at the moment and nodded seriously, "Even I would have a hard time recognizing him. It’s over.”

The fair-skinned Amuro rolled his eyes at Karasawa with his back to the guests.

He seriously suspected that Tang Ze suggested that he crossdress like this just to see this joke.

"Over at Jian Village, Feng Jian and the others have taken care of it. Go and do your own thing, don't stop a waiter from doing his job." He said angrily.

"It's your order~" Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled, "If you don't let me drink, you should give me a glass of juice, right?"

Amuro Toru's answer was to put orange juice into his hand and leave quickly without looking back.

Toru Amuro's face turned pale, which was really interesting.