The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Why did you suddenly remember to call me? What's the matter?"

After adjusting the earphones, Tangze changed his voice and asked in a casual tone.

"Kumail, please don't agree to any of Belmod's recent requests." The voice of the person on the other end of the phone spoke very simply, "Stay away from her and don't cause trouble for yourself."

The command tone is crisp and clear, leaving no room for negotiation. It is really full of personal style.

Not surprised by what he heard, Tang Ze picked up the soft cotton cloth again and wiped the sight on his hand.

It's a pity that, whether from Kumail's standpoint or from his own standpoint, this is an event that he will never miss.

Not only that, even if we only consider Kumail’s style of doing things, it would be really out of character if he didn’t make a few comments to pick things up at this time.

"It's really interesting. I asked her why she suddenly came to me directly and told me something. Why, she has also become a suspicious person and needs the supervision of the organization? I remember, she is not..."

"Shut up." Before he brazenly revealed the key secret, Gin interrupted him with a warning, "It will do you no good to talk about these things. Be calm."

"Peaceful? Am I not calm enough lately?" Karasawa said in a tone that sounded like you were asking questions knowingly, "There is no organization member in Japan who is more peaceful than me, Gin-senpai."

Gin adjusted his headphones and turned down the volume by 10%.

He suspected that if he continued to be in contact with Kumeldo, sooner or later he would suffer from the disease of wanting to draw a gun when hearing honorifics.

Although the recent decrease in the frequency of direct contact with Kumail was not due to this, it had to be said that Gin did feel a little more relaxed when he found that he no longer needed to hear Kumail.

This is what Kumail was satirizing just now.

Nowadays, in the Tokyo area alone, there are six active members of the codename. Among them, Ireland is being investigated overtly and covertly because of Pisco's death. Bourbon is determined to forge ahead. It is not known when the war to hand over the old and new will officially begin. Even Belmode is eager to try and plan strange things...

Compared with these people, Kumail, who is purely a tool man, apart from being on TV all day long and enjoying his detective addiction, has really done a good job in completing the organization's tasks and pretending to be deaf and dumb.

But because Bourbon clearly brought Kumail under his jurisdiction, Gin, who was only loyal to the boss and never participated in the organization, naturally could not express his preference for any side.

So he had no psychological burden, and even happily added the mobile phone numbers of Bourbon and Kumail to the blocked list, and would only pull them out to contact them when necessary.

Such as now.

"In short, the organization is not a force that anyone can mobilize at will. Belmod is crossing the line. Keep a distance from her, otherwise, you will be regarded as a betrayal." Gin answered with a voice that was unwavering, and just expressed it clearly. A warning.

Belmod had a special status in the organization. Even if she acted out of line, the most she would receive was a reprimand, a period of confinement, and a small price to pay for her actions as punishment.

This price may be equally cruel, and it doesn't sound like some kind of preferential treatment, but if it were someone else, it wouldn't be as simple as being punished.

"Everything you have now is given to you by the organization. Think carefully and don't get carried away by any promises. Otherwise... I look forward to the day when I kill you with my own hands, Kumail."

The glamorous detective identity, the enviable overseas experience and background, and even his genius itself...

Kumel is a guy with outstanding talents, just like Curacao, he is a special case picked out from a million, a rare and precious sample.

But that's all.

They are cultivated by the organization, and the day they lose their effectiveness, they will be destroyed by the organization.

He is like this, and so is Shirley. They can only be regarded as the property of the organization, and property is not qualified to determine who its owner is.

After saying this, Gin hung up the phone directly, put the numbers back into the block list, and threw the phone to Vodka.

"Check the signal and equipment conditions, confirm it and give it to me." Putting down the phone, Gin took out a new cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it with the cigarette lighter and held it in his mouth.

If you want to judge by vodka, compared to asking him to process and check the security of the information after making a phone call, the action was more like re-sealing the monsters and can't wait to throw out the hot potato.

But he was good at reading the air, so he didn't dare to mention anything. He just lowered his head and connected his mobile phone to his personal computer device to start routine inspections.

"Halloween party." Just as the vodka on the passenger seat was being processed, Gin spoke again, "You can go there tomorrow night."

"...What?" Vodka couldn't help but be stunned.

Let alone attending an event, hearing the word "party" coming out of Gin's mouth was like seeing the sun rising from the west.

"At nineteen o'clock tomorrow night, don't be late for the cruise ship at the dock near Yokohama." Gin continued to explain the situation.

"Brother, but, but, why do you want to go to such a nonsense place? Is there any plan?" Vodka couldn't help but ask.

From the way Gin spoke, it was obvious that Gin himself was not too impatient to talk about this arrangement. He was afraid that he would not take the initiative to ask, and Gin didn't even bother to explain it to him.

"It has something to do with Belmode." Gin looked at the dark night ahead, illuminated by the traffic, and didn't want to say more, "The higher ups ordered us to investigate the inside story."

Vodka said "Oh" and nodded hurriedly.

Belmode, who claimed to be here to help track down Shirley, once arrived in Japan, was trapped in Mihua Town and could not come out. He did not reply to emails or answer phone calls. He called eight out of ten times and could not get through.

After finally getting through, she said she was busy looking for Shirley, but when asked about the progress, there was no progress at all. She just insisted that Shirley was still in Mihua Town, so she would stay for a while longer.

There are only a few code members in Tokyo who can manage major affairs. It was hard to find someone close to the inner circle, but inexplicably gave up their social identity and spent all day fishing in Miwa Town.

Bourbon is fighting for power and profit, and it is not allowed to get involved casually. Kumel is held in Bourbon's hands. He can use it, but not much. Belmod spends three days fishing and two days drying nets. Don't rush him if he is looking for it all day long...

No wonder Ireland, who hadn't even finished her vacation yet, was manipulated into being like that by Gin. The eldest brother didn't seem to have any reaction, but he was actually very angry.

"I'm tired of these secretists." Gin, who was tired of being a military policeman, snorted, "So, even though I don't have the boss's permission, if I find that she has done anything deviant, I will never let her go. "

Sure enough, the eldest brother was really angry.

"Brother, it's okay for others to handle it, Belmode..." Vodka tried to persuade him.

"It makes no difference. Even if that woman is favored again, it will be the same." Gin narrowed his eyes.

In the final analysis, her "freedom" is just a slight relaxation of the kite string.

They are all just derivatives grown from the root system of the tissue.

Some people are plants, some are giant trees, and some people are just vines attached to them, surviving by robbing them of tiny nutrients.