The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Let's go this way..." Kazami Yuya pushed open the door in front and gave up his position. He looked at Karasawa who walked through the passage he gave up with his boss one after another and walked into the interrogation room. He tried hard to restrain himself. He suppressed his unnecessary expression.

If you can't accurately interpret the emotions you want to express, then first learn to suppress your micro-expressions. It is also a good way to act without expressing your emotions and anger - this is what I taught Tangze before he lost his memory. The content is here.

Thinking of this, Feng Jian Yuya felt a little emotional and helpless.

He partially agreed with his boss's idea about Tang Ze's amnesia - Tang Ze's cunning and ease can easily impress people. If you want to say that this kid is really unprepared, he had an accident during the attack. People who know him generally Not very convinced.

But what are the reasons and basis for Tang Ze to do this? Does it mean that he has any confidence that he can grasp the direction of the situation even if he loses his memory?

"Hello, Dr. Kurahashi, we meet again." Pulling out the seat in front of him, Tang Ze sat down calmly and said to the person across the table in a serious manner, "You should still remember me, but I won't Introduce yourself."

Sitting opposite, Nobuhiko Kurahashi, whose hands and feet were shackled, watched with a blank expression as several people filed into the interrogation room.

Compared to the last time we met, his appearance was much more haggard, and the short stubble on his face had no time to be repaired, showing a sense of decadence.

"Karasawa Akira..." With a quick glance at the tense face of his former boss, Nobuhiko Kurahashi's attention completely moved to Karasawa's face, staring at him, his eyes almost burning two eyes on his face. Come to a hole.

His long-term disguise was seen through and exposed by this shrewd hunter after just one face-to-face meeting and a short period of communication.

What's even more ridiculous is that he is the prey that he has locked up without authorization and is in urgent need of slaughter...

This kind of offensive and defensive situation, the huge difference in the failure of the calculation, coupled with the loss of a high-paying decent job, the loss of a career that he was interested in and involved in academic research... all of which made it difficult for Kurahashi Nobuhiko to feel dissatisfied with Karasawa. Hatred.

"It seems that I left a deep impression on you." Tang Ze calmly accepted this unkind look, and responded with a light smile, "That's good, I hate meaningless red tape, what's next for us? The conversation can be more direct.”

Nobuhiko Kurahashi raised his eyelids and glanced at Tangze with a salty look: "I told you, I really don't know. Spending all your efforts on me is in vain."

"There is nothing surprising. Considering the fact that you were quickly exposed and became a prisoner, this is in line with my expectations of you." First, it touched Kurahashi's heart. Tang Ze admired him for a while and visibly twitched because of these words. He raised half of his face and said in a casual tone, "Do you know Kyosuke Futo?"

"Kyosuke Futo?" His eyebrows couldn't help but twitch. Nobuhiko Kurahashi calmed down and replied idealistically, "We know each other. Maybe we met at an academic conference. Do you have any questions?"

"Academic conference... Do you call the gathering or exhibition opportunity of the 'Karasawa School' an academic conference? Don't get me wrong. I don't have to correct you. If this can add luster to your lack of academic resume, then please feel free to do so. That’s right, I won’t disturb your self-entertainment.” Karasawa, who had a calm tone but was full of aggression, started to spray people with blows and slaps. Without waiting for Kurahashi Nobuhiko, whose facial features were distorted, to reply, he went straight in again. The key point is, "Just answer whether you know it or not."

"...I already told him that we knew each other." Nobuhiko Kurahashi rolled his eyes, "I can still talk to him at an academic conference."

"So he is also that guy from the 'Tang Ze School'." Closing his eyes lightly, Tang Ze shook his head, "You don't want to tell the truth. Then forget it, you are just a mediocre participant in this school, and you only want to Frankly speaking, it’s not a big problem without you.”

With that said, he made a gesture to close the folder and stand up.

"...I didn't tell the truth!" Nobuhiko Kurahashi, whose heart skipped a beat, said stiffly, "Isn't this the real truth?"

"From my observation, Kyousuke Futo's academic achievements must be much higher than yours. It's not surprising that you don't know him."

"Stop talking nonsense——"

"He is my current attending doctor." Tangze interrupted the spellcasting with one sentence, and Tang Ze said simply, "Although I also saw through the hypocrisy he pretended to be, he managed to get into this position."

The implication is that Nobuhiko Kurahashi, who has not even reached his level, would not be considered outstanding in a twisted police station, let alone on a broader academic stage. Who would give him the courage to do it? Plot against him?

"...That only shows that that scumbag has too much experience!" Nobuhiko Kurahashi, who couldn't bear it, suddenly raised his voice, "You have no idea how he verified his academic theories and how many minors he harmed. I Those who focus on writing theories are destined to be incompatible with his style! How can you say it’s my academic ability’s fault!”

"It seems that you know his research very well, right?" Putting down the neatly stacked documents in his hands again, Tang Ze gave his first serious look tonight.

I don’t know if it was due to the old and new grudges with Kyousuke Futo, coupled with the depression and pain caused by being in prison these days, Nobuhiko Kurahashi, who had already started talking, closed his eyes and said like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube: "He The research direction is similar to mine. He only had one share of funding, so I had no chance of getting him. So he hurriedly promoted human experiments, and when he couldn't allocate resources, he simply started to manufacture his own machinery and invested in an automobile company... …”

"Automobile company?" In this series of emotional output, Jiang Guling caught a key word, "Has he invested in an automobile company?"

"There is only one fund... have you received funding?" Tang Ze's eyes narrowed and he asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, after all, our specializations are all related to memory. It is impossible for investors to give us the same treatment. If we don't get the treatment, the experimental part cannot be implemented." At this point, Cangqiao's anger continued to build up, and then I couldn't stand it anymore. "He actually used his personal relationship with the managers of the automobile company to sneak out the appropriate equipment, and then started testing it on children without saying a word. As for me, I would just wait stupidly, I tried my best to get only some illegal drugs..."

"You said you were fat and you were out of breath." Tang Ze mercilessly interrupted Duan Cangqiao's essay again, his face expressionless, "Are you going to praise you for being less harmful to society? Tell me, what kind of things did Fengdo experiment? ?”

"In terms of memory, what else can there be... some brainwashing devices, psychological suggestions and so on..."

Rei Fukutani, who was sitting next to him, picked up his pen and wrote quickly on the paper. Soon, a note was handed into Karasawa's hand.

Listening attentively to Nobuhiko Kurahashi's confession, Karasawa distractedly glanced at the content on the note.

[You have lost your memory and may not remember.

Some time ago, Pisco, the codename member who was exposed due to poor execution of the mission, is the president of a group mainly engaged in automobile production. 】

Tangze nodded and quietly buried the piece of paper on the last page of the document, making some calculations in his mind.

"Although the investors refuse to admit that fund, we all know that it is the licensing income from the patents left by Mr. Karasawa Ikawa. This is a special fund he left behind to encourage the development of cognitive science..."