The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"That's strange. You and Shinichi aren't very familiar with each other, are you? Why are you always talking about Kudo Kudo?"

Mao Lilan, who got off the train, stared at Hattori Heiji with a slightly unkind expression, and then looked at Karasawa who looked innocent next to him.

Along the way, the two of them were sitting behind her and her father, muttering something incessantly. The volume was not turned up loud, so it was not very clear, but her ears still caught the particularly familiar name.

Do these two people really have nothing to hide from her?

"We are talking about the case, the case." Hattori Heiji glanced at Conan who was starting to sweat with his peripheral vision and said with a playful smile, "You know, the case Kudo is handling is a bit like mine... hmm!"

This time it was Tang Ze who covered his mouth without hesitation.

Although it is a good reason that Kudo Shinichi and Hattori Heiji accepted his commission, don't forget that it is Karasawa's own case that Conan is using to fool Mao Lilan.

Now, Mao Lilan, whose love brain fever has subsided a little and her IQ has improved, is just when she has doubts. If she finds out the clues, she still doesn't know what the misunderstanding will be...

He had a hunch that Detective Tan, who didn't want to be beaten to death, might turn around and say that he was shot because he was investigating his case. Wouldn't the pressure be on his side?

Eliminating this possibility from the root, Karasawa faced Mao Lilan's questioning gaze and said calmly: "Oh, Hattori was talking to me about a case he had been involved in recently, and said it was similar to the case Kudo-kun had encountered. , the two of them had some communication.”

"Ah, yes, that's it." Looking at Karasawa's face, Hattori Heiji wisely swallowed what he was about to say and followed Karasawa's wishes.

"Oh, you're talking about this kind of thing." Mao Lilan, who was not very interested in reasoning, shook his head, and finally stopped thinking about their conversation and turned back.

Maybe, these two guys who are full of inexplicable persistence in the detective career still have the intention to recruit Tang Zella to become a detective...

Really, the unjust case against Tang Ze was so difficult. They were only thinking about these things, and they didn't want to think about the burden that putting more pressure on Tang Ze would bring to him.

"Huh..." Only then did Conan let out the breath he had been holding for a while, and glared at Hattori Heiji, "Be careful, if it makes Xiaolan suspicious..."

"When you get suspicious, just tell her the truth. What does it matter?" Hattori Heiji shrugged nonchalantly, "It's what makes me feel amazing that you haven't explained it to her for so long. Isn't she your childhood sweetheart? , have you ever doubted your appearance or anything?"

You can't recognize anything with a pair of glasses, do you really think you are some kind of masked vigilante...

"Of course, I still suspected it." Thinking of Kuroba Kaito, who Karasawa had pulled out of thin air to carry his bag, Conan coughed, "Well, I'll just fool him for the time being. This matter is so dangerous, so it's better to do it first. It’s best not to tell her.”

"It's so dangerous, and you didn't tell her, then if she unpreparedly told others that Kudou Shinichi was still alive and well, would it really be dangerous?" Hattori Heiji glanced at him incomprehensibly, "Really? I don’t know what you are worried about.”

"Lying to familiar and close people, the longer it goes by, the less you know how to confess. It's normal." Tang Ze calmly took over the conversation, "I remember, you also have a childhood sweetheart..."

"That's different, it's different!" Hattori Heiji suddenly became nervous and waved his hands vigorously.

"Okay, just say yes." Karasawa gave him a subtle look, exchanged a knowing look with Conan, followed them out of Osaka Station, hands folded.

He took out his hand that was always in his pocket, and finally sent an email that he typed blindly and proofread by Noah.

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"How is it? You can call it a great achievement, right?" As he took off his apron and changed into casual clothes for going out, Toru Amuro said to the receiver in a casual tone, "'Detective' or something, what is Kumail doing?" I don’t know if it’s that piece of material, but he is a hunter like a white shark. If he smells blood, he will definitely find the opponent’s wound and hit it hard.”

"Well, it is indeed very effective." After pressing the pause button, Rum looked at Goro Akechi with a confident smile on the screen and flicked the cigar in his hand. "So, you two who are engaged in intelligence, go get in touch and do some research." What are the Nagatos doing?”

The Nagato Group owns multiple terminals on the island and is a giant in the shipping industry. This kind of personal connection is meaningful to the organization, but for Bourbon and Kumel personally, it is a bit useless.

As for being loyal and making profits for the organization, there is no need to consider this possibility. If they have this loyalty, the only possibility is that the organization's brainwashing capabilities have improved by leaps and bounds.

That's what it's like to raise a group of vicious wolves. The way to control them is to keep them full so that their minions will face the outside. Rum knows this very well.

"I remember that some time ago, the organization lost an entire transportation link, and it was when the terminal was urgently needed." Thinking of Karasawa's analysis, Toru Amuro's eyes flickered, and he adjusted his tone to a lower tone, "Some plans , there’s no harm to the organization, right?”

Show your ambition to further interfere in the organization's affairs, don't be so scrupulous, this will make you more like a "whiskey"... Let's trust Karasawa's opinion and give it a try.

It is a very subtle signal for an intelligence agent to directly intervene in more specific matters without any orders.

"What you said is correct. It won't be harmful to the organization." Rum on the other side of the phone smiled silently and glanced at the subordinates who walked in. "It's a good thing to be motivated. Someone will hand over relevant matters to you later. I also I look forward to seeing how much excitement you and Kumail can create."

He hung up the phone, turned around in his chair, and looked at the morning light outside the large floor-to-ceiling window.

"The warning sign on the Bourbon side can be temporarily lifted." Rum said slowly, patting the armrest of the seat slowly.

"Don't you need to continue monitoring relevant information?" The silver-haired woman lowered her head and asked calmly in a statement tone.

"There's no need to spend that much effort. The research has yielded preliminary results and the organizational theory has been framed. That's enough." Rum waved his hands indifferently and slowly turned back to some chairs, looking at the woman's highly recognizable appearance. , "Next step, it's time to figure out the situation with your liqueurs."

The woman blinked and accepted his gaze indifferently without giving any feedback.

Rum shook his head and looked out the window again.

The empty eyes and the expression of need are beautiful, but they will make people feel disgusted after seeing them a few times. If you think about it carefully, the commonalities among these liqueurs that stood out in the organization's experiments may not be so difficult to discover.

After Kumel's new star was rising, he made a special trip to retrieve some records and saw a look similar to Curacao.

Eyes that were empty, as if they had lost their souls, and a face that was so gloomy that it couldn't express a single expression.

After being released from drug control, Kumail showed talents beyond many people's imagination. Will Curacao also have similar abilities and similar madness?