The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

The attic of Café Polo is still in better condition than Lou Blanc’s.

Tangze, who was packing his things, was very happy.

It was not large in area and had no windows, but it had a decent bed and a private bathroom. These two points alone satisfied him.

Trivia: The bed the protagonist of P5 sleeps on is made up of a few plastic baskets for drinks and a wooden board.

The original belongings were packed into three cartons and sent to the cafe first. In addition to the replacement Didan High School uniforms, there were also three or four sets of clothes for each season, including shoes, home clothes, some stationery, and nothing else.

...so weird. Is he originally a vacuum person without any personal hobbies or private possessions? Don’t have any personal belongings that reflect your past life?

Think again about his brand-new factory phone.

Don't tell me that all the original things were confiscated, right?

Not to mention, there is a high possibility that Bourbon is here, and all of Tang Zezhao's electronic equipment, books and papers may have been taken away.

Thinking of this, Tangze opened his commuting bag and took out the ledger inside.

Sure enough, a blank new book.

Tangze sighed and threw it back into the bag. It was very good, perfect. No matter who did it, his professional ability was outstanding and he swept it clean.

Forget it, his long year of life is about to begin, and he is not in a hurry.

He was so hungry that he hadn't eaten lunch or dinner. There is a kitchen downstairs, but you can’t just use ingredients from the cafe. You have to at least say hello first, right?

Neither does he...

Oh no, he has it on him!

Thinking of this, Tang Ze sat up straight. Yes, do you want to try your own fourth-dimensional pocket?

To prevent Bourbon from being overly cautious and installing surveillance equipment in the attic, Karasawa pretended to reach into the bag and fumble around.

Then he flipped through the long list of props and chose the cheapest rice ball.

The next second, his right hand held the cold plastic packaging.

...It’s really good, there’s something about it.

Tang Ze raised the cold rice ball to his eyes and pinched it. It was pliable and elastic, and it was indeed a porcelain rice ball.

But is this kind of food with no shelf life really edible? To be honest, he also had Lu Blanco's super spicy curry that had been stored for two years according to the plot of the game. He made it in a week. Let alone eating it in real life, he ate it hesitantly in the game.

After touching his throbbing stomach, Tang Ze opened the package, closed his eyes, and bit down.

There is no strange taste. The rice grains taste sweet and full, which is quite delicious.

Tang Ze quickly showed off one, looked down at the size of the commuter bag, and felt that it was reasonable to hide another rice ball, so he showed off another one.

It's very powerful. Go back and try again to see if you can stuff something into it. If you can go in and out freely, then he is already half invincible. There is nothing to be afraid of!

Fourth dimensional pocket, yyds.

As soon as his nerves relaxed, fatigue overwhelmed him. The mental stress caused by a day filled with information explosion was really hard to describe.

Taking out his home clothes, Tang Ze slowly moved towards the bathroom.

He was very tired and it was time to sleep.

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Blue, endless blue spreads out before your eyes.

The crisp sound of the wind chime hitting and the sound of the door opening and closing followed one after another. As soon as Tang Ze opened his eyes, he found himself standing in front of the dimly lit bar.

The dark blue checkerboard floor tiles, the wall paved with a blue diamond pattern, and the bar covered with Klein blue tablecloth reflected by several spotlights all represent the same thing...

"Welcome to the Velvet Room, this guest." The bartender standing behind the bar turned around, took a goblet from the cup holder, and made an invitation gesture to Karasawa.

"Bar, ha..." Tangze raised his eyebrows with a strange expression, but he still picked a high chair and sat down, "Is my velvet room actually a bar? I stopped drinking alcohol a long time ago."

"Excellent irony, right?" The blond-haired bartender propped up his arms and leaned casually on the bar.

Tangze looked at the other party, glancing from the blue jazz hat to the blue bow tie and vest.

He was quite handsome, with blond hair combed back into a neat back. Although he had a completely soft Asian face, his thin facial features were highlighted. This makes him look more mature. If you were to guess his age, most people would say he is in his late twenties or late twenties. His temperament matches the retro bar background.

but……

"No matter what, it's not appropriate to let minors into the bar." Tang Ze looked at the other party with his especially tender face.

"It doesn't matter what I said, guest. The velvet room is a reflection of the guest's heart. Ordinary minors will not be reflected in the bar." The bartender laughed, held up the brim of his hat, and bowed slightly towards Tang Ze in a formal manner, " My name is Leon, and I am your assistant."

Here we go, it’s time to go through the installation process.

Tang Ze blinked quickly: "So, do you want to read those lines?"

"What's the line, 'This is the gap between dreams and reality, spirit and matter' or something like that? You all know it, so there's no need to waste time." He didn't satisfy Karasawa's secondary desire for the script. , Leon shook his head slightly and pushed the goblet in front of him with his backhand.

"Ah, so you do know everything, including 'comics', 'games', 'time travel' and so on." Tangze knocked on the empty wine glass, his tone not too surprised.

It can be seen from Leon's answer just now that he understood Tang Ze's voice-over, which also means that he knows Tang Ze's real life experience.

Leon nodded and admitted straightforwardly: "That's right. Whatever you can know, I will know."

Tangze breathed a sigh of relief and easily accepted this setting, and even felt lucky.

You must know that the basic setting of the Persona series of games is partly derived from Jungian psychology, and has a strong mystical cult color. Most of the characters who know the truth about the world are in the style of secret keepers, highlighting a person who does not speak human words.

He chose a more relaxed position, rested his head on the palm of his hand and exhaled a long breath: "Huh - that's good. It's too torture to listen to the Riddler tell riddles while dreaming. Since you completely understand, Then let’s be honest. There is no Igor here, right? Is it because the world is sewn together in a weird way?”

Igor, as the owner of the Velvet Room who has appeared in several games in the series, is an old man with white hair and a long nose. From the setting, he is a puppet created by the incarnation of the rational side of human beings, playing a role similar to "guiding the protagonist". The image of "Wise Man" connects the scenes with riddles.

In P5, his image still has certain plot key factors. Without this role, it can be concluded that the world Karaze lives in now is completely different from the plot of P5.

Leon spread his hands and made an innocent expression: "I'm not sure, maybe this is the reason? But it doesn't matter. We are all destined to be 'non-staff' anyway."

As soon as the words "non-staff" came out, Tang Ze's face suddenly darkened.

"There's no need to mock me like this."

"Sorry, it wasn't intentional." Leon's smile didn't show "unintentional" at all. He just shrugged his shoulders again and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, it's all a matter of 'last life'."