The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Joker!"

"Leader!"

"No, he looks like he can't hear. What happened suddenly?"

"Maybe it's a relapse. I told you, Lunar."

"Is it a memory flashback? Or a sudden emotional breakdown..."

Soon a few hands caught Tang Ze who was lying down, trying to regain his attention.

And the voices of these conversations, with their distant and hollow echoes, surrounded Tang Ze's ears beyond the noisy sounds, so ethereal that they seemed impossible to touch.

His attention still stayed on the sounds that seemed like auditory hallucinations or some clear playbacks. He tried hard to distinguish the source of each sound, and the uncontrollable depression slowly infected his entire being. Reason gave him a splitting headache.

The familiar feeling of anxiety and hyperventilation came over him, but even if his emotions fluctuated violently, and no matter how many chaotic movements tried to defeat his reason, Tang Ze still tried hard to maintain his consciousness and did not follow these disturbing information. Not shaken at all.

This is related to his secrets, the secrets of this world, and many plausible truths. He must hold on and grasp the key points...

With his efforts, the messy sounds became smaller and smaller, the fragmented emotions gradually dissociated, and a scene gradually became clear before his eyes.

"Look what I found." The silver-haired man bent down, looked at the child who was stepped on the ground, and raised the corner of his mouth cruelly, "Not even a feather has grown yet, but I thought I could escape with the treasure. fledgling."

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"Cognitive Hexology? Of course I've heard of it. Isn't that what you want Kumail and I to bring back from Karasawa?" Toru Amuro adjusted the headphones while sorting out the cardboard boxes in his hands, and answered casually, " What, is there anything else that needs to be investigated? I thought you would be more willing to talk to Kumail about these topics."

"Hmph." On the other side of the earphones, Gin's distorted sneer came over, "If possible, I don't want to find you."

"Oh? It sounds like a task that only I can accomplish." Toru Amuro blinked and filled the foam box with drinks without any pause, "Let's talk about it."

"You don't need to know that much, and you are not qualified to know. Arrive at the address sent to you within three hours and receive the injection. The next thing has nothing to do with you." Gin rarely was irritated by his dismissive tone. He just stated the request in a straightforward manner.

He received the injection, and only after asking a confused question about what he knew about cognitive psychology.

The muscles on Amuro Toru's back slowly tightened, but the words he spoke were only slightly dissatisfied: "Hey, hey, you suddenly asked me to get a needle without telling me what it was. It would be too rude. I thought I’m long past the stage where I still had to take a couple of shots of truth serum every now and then.”

"Since you dare to talk about climbing up, this is the link you can't avoid. What, Bourbon?" Gin leaned back and hid his eyes in the shadow at the top of the windshield, revealing a cruel smile on his lips. , "Are you scared?"

"...So, is it the so-called 'test that must be accepted for promotion' that Belmode mentioned?" Toru Amuro smoothed his hair, the expression on his face was already quite serious, but his tone of voice was still full of smiles. , "You can just say that. Or is it that the fact that I am about to reach a higher place makes you so unhappy?"

"Ha." Gin sneered disdainfully at his provocation. He didn't bother to argue with this guy who was in the limelight recently and was showing off his teeth and claws everywhere, so he just hung up.

To be honest, the organization's power distribution and resource arrangement have little to do with him. They are all practical matters handled by the adult himself.

Whether it is Rum who is greedy and plays dirty tricks all day long, or Bourbon who is eyeing the enemy and relying on his personal ability to rush to the front, no matter who of the two has the last laugh, it all depends on what the adult thinks.

This is not a company based on seniority. The organization is a glacier dormant in the huge black sea. Who can reach the top depends on the adult's thoughts. Those tricks of fighting for power are all trivial things.

Sitting in the passenger seat, not daring to say a word, listening to Gin making several phone calls to arrange work arrangements, it was only then that he finally took a breath.

He thought for a while, picked a question that did not involve core secrets, and asked in a compromise way: "Brother, is it really possible for Bourbon to replace Rum's position?"

Although they are far from Rum's system, any changes in personnel will not affect their actions. However, if the person in charge of intelligence really changes from Rum, a person with connections from up to down, to a new generation with tough tactics. , is likely to become a new unstable factor, which is still worth worrying about.

"Who knows, it has nothing to do with us." Holding a cigarette, Gin took out a lighter, looked at the silver metal object in his hand, and commented coldly, "To say that Bourbon has really done something right, the only way is to firmly Keep Kumail under control itself.”

Being the person in charge of intelligence in an organization means that you must be able to keep secrets in all aspects.

A waste that can be used to dig out secrets by other means is not qualified to become an organization's think tank.

This is why Kumel's significance is different. He is a better candidate than Curacao. If he can grasp his loyalty, no matter what means are used, he can probably stand up to the ten losers under Rum.

"...It seems that the adult still believes that the cognitive world does exist." Vodka heard the subtext of Gin and knew exactly how Rum took over the authority of his father, so he couldn't help but whisper. .

"Be careful and don't judge that adult's thoughts unreasonably." Gin lit the cigarette in his mouth and gave Vodka no extra sight, but the other party suddenly became silent.

The cognitive world certainly exists.

It's a pity that some opportunities are fleeting. They failed to seize the opportunity eight years ago. Now they want to reverse the theory to crack the theory that is almost in the field of mysticism. It is destined to be difficult to reach the sky.

After exhaling a puff of smoke and watching the gray-white particles disperse in the afternoon sunlight, Gin curled up his lips.

But it doesn't matter, what that adult lacks most is time.

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"Is it really okay?" Miyano Akemi reached out and touched Karasawa's still moist cheek, and said worriedly, "Now that we have figured out the route, there are still many opportunities to investigate, so don't force yourself."

"It's really okay." Taking a deep breath, Tang Ze broke away from the support of several teammates. "I was just emotionally affected by the sudden auditory hallucination. Did it scare you?"

"Joker, I haven't heard you mention any signs of a recurrence of your illness recently." Hoshikawa Teru frowned and continued to observe Karasawa's condition distrustfully, "Is it because you have been too tired recently? Or is it because you are in the United States? Did the island experience cause you stress?”

"It doesn't matter anymore. I understand the source of the pressure. Don't worry, I will adjust myself." Tangze shook his head, looked around at the countless objects symbolizing time, and let out a long breath.

After hallucinations and dreams, and unnecessary emotions, he could no longer deceive himself.