The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

When Ireland opened his eyes again, the strong feeling of dizziness and the overly bright light made him dazed for a while. It took him a while to finally remember where he was.

The wound on his chest from a sniper bullet still hurt a little, and he could clearly feel the sharp pain of the cloth rubbing against the wound, but Ireland, who had experienced too many injuries, knew very well that the inside of the wound had healed to the extent that it would not affect his movement.

He had seen some similar special-effect drugs in the organization, but most of them were used for emergency treatment, such as gels that quickly sealed wounds to prevent infection and affect movement. This was the first time he had seen a therapeutic drug with such an effect.

"Is this what makes you so confident, Kumail?" Ireland didn't raise his head to look at the person sitting opposite him, muttering to himself, "I'm quite capable."

He had a wound that went through his lungs and had lost a lot of blood, but after closing his eyes and receiving treatment from Shirley, the internal damage was completely healed.

Even the wounds on the surface seemed to remain only to prove that he had indeed been seriously injured, and were completely within his pain tolerance range.

"So, what I saw before I passed out wasn't an illusion. That was Scotland, right?" Ireland changed the subject and asked directly.

He lost consciousness too quickly, and after waking up he was emotionally agitated by Shirley appearing in front of him, so he had no time to ask this question, but he didn't think it was an illusion.

He was not familiar with Scotland and had only met him a few times. No matter how outrageous it was, even if it was a near-death hallucination, the image of Scotland should not appear in his life revolving lantern.

Tang Ze chuckled twice and didn't respond to any of Ireland's questions.

After waking up from the instrument, Ireland could no longer pose a threat to him.

No, it should be said that after Ireland saved his life from his gun at the East Capital Tower, the initiative was in his hands. Ireland was no longer qualified to bargain, and he had no obligation to help the other party solve his doubts.

"Look up, Oliver Schneider, and look at me." Tang Ze crossed his legs and posed in a leisurely boss posture and gave a direct order.

Ireland was a little frightened when his real name was called out directly, and he couldn't help but obey his request and suddenly raised his head.

Kumail sat on a high stool, crossed his legs, his toes swinging rhythmically, his posture extremely relaxed, as if he did not regard the tall and strong adult male as a threat at all.

He didn't know when he changed his appearance. Although he was still wearing the double-breasted jacket that he often wore when he was Akechi Goro, his face had changed back to that of Tang Ze Zhao.

Looking at this face, Ireland was in a trance for a moment, and then he discovered with even greater horror...

He actually felt that at this moment, the expression and temperament were exactly the same as Kumail himself. This fake Tang Ze Zhao, who didn't even pretend, made him feel close to and trust him uncontrollably, and he couldn't generate the slightest hostility.

Tang Ze, with his hands crossed on his knees, sensed this emotion from his face and smiled with confidence as if it was natural.

Even though Goro Akechi was just a phantom and Kumail was an illusion created by everyone, what he had told Conan before was not false at all.

The underlying logic of the mental soothing medical devices created by the Tangze couple is to treat Tangze. People who have been brainwashed by the organization in this way will not be able to harm Tangze.

With the right timing and the use of certain techniques and drugs - such as Ireland, who is now sitting in front of him - one can directly reach the point where he has no intention of resisting his words and will obey them obediently.

Therefore, the gloom and fear on Ireland's face are not groundless. This feeling of being clearly aware of being controlled and bound must be terrifying.

At this moment, Tang Ze is indeed doing something more organized than the organization.

"It seems that you have already felt it. Very good, Oliver. I don't like to waste words on meaningless things." Thinking about these things in his mind, Tang Ze still maintained the state of Kumail, "I don't need to lobby you to accept my request, nor do I need to negotiate any conditions with you. You are a dead man now. Strictly speaking, you are my personal property just like 'him'."

After saying that, he turned his head and raised his chin towards another corner of the laboratory.

Ireland belatedly realized that his hands and feet were not restrained in any way, so he sat up stiffly and looked in the direction he was pointing.

Zhu Fujing, wearing a black sweatshirt, leaned there with his head down and remained silent, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep, as if he had not heard their conversation at all.

In fact, whether Zhu Fu Jingguang came or not, the play could still be performed. The main reason was that Tang Ze felt that the undercover's acting skills were even better than those of Jiang Gu Ling after the impromptu performance last night, so he simply pulled him over to try out his flexibility.

Tang Ze let Ireland stare at Zhu Fu Jingguang, his tone still relaxed: "You may want to ask me how I did it, and whether there is anyone behind me, but you probably know that I have no obligation to answer you now. I came to see you now just to clarify a few things and to inform you of the next task you will do."

Ireland barely retracted his shocked gaze and looked back at Tang Ze who was sitting in front of him.

From the moment he opened his eyes until now, Kumail seemed to be talking to himself, announcing the facts in a flat, level tone, as if reading from a script, with no intention of listening to his answer or reaction.

Ireland knows it really has no choice.

His past life was too deeply tied to the organization.

Similar to Kumail, he joined the organization's violent gang as a teenager. His identity, his wealth and status in the secular society, and the resources he had accumulated in the past were all destroyed when he was listed as a target to be eliminated by the organization.

He has nothing, and once exposed, he will be hunted relentlessly by the organization. He has no other choice but to join Kumail's team like Shirley did.

Seeing that he was still calm, Tang Ze nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand and snapped his fingers ceremoniously.

Zhu Fujing, who had been waiting for a long time, just looked at him twice before silently taking out the bag he had prepared.

He understood the truth. Seeing Tang Ze showing off, he empathized with Zero for a rare moment and felt that their leader really deserved a beating.

The quiet Zhu Fu Jingguang, like a robot that only follows orders, put a blindfold on Ireland's head and then put a bag directly over his head.

Then he operated the examination bed twice to lay it flat completely, and then he pushed Ireland and the bed out of the laboratory as if he was pushing a surgical flat bed and pushed them to the garage.

The garage, which is also half buried underground, is not far from the laboratory, and a spacious SUV is already waiting there.

"…I feel like something is wrong." Jinpei Matsuda, who was watching with his arms folded, waited until all the doors of the SUV were closed before he vented his complaints, "What kind of transportation method is this? An ambulance?"

"You could be more direct, like a hearse." Asai Narimi, who was standing next to him, responded mercilessly.

There are many ways to get Ireland to put on the hood and climb into the car, but why do we have to use this method to transport it...

Only Tang Ze could do such a shady thing.

"I just feel that there is usually no one accompanying a hearse in the back," said Matsuda Jinping, who spread his hands as he watched Zhu Fu Jingguang get in through the back door along with the bed.

Asai Narimi, who had worked as a doctor for many years, endured it.

In fact, when he was working part-time as a forensic doctor, this was how he helped transport corpses.

Considering that everyone had been busy all night, and taking into account that the location was at the Touto Tower, which was so high that they had to pass through the hall of the bomber Yoji Motobashi to get there quickly, Asai Narimi at least did not utter this even more sinister complaint.

Although it seems ordinary and there seems to be no appearance in the scene, but behind the scenes tonight, the Phantom Thieves worked diligently to clear the main and tree halls all night, and then quickly moved to the East Capital Tower to work overtime to rescue the leader.

Everyone is very busy and is probably very tired now. Jinpei Matsuda, who is forced to face Motobashi Yoji's even more insane and malicious behavior again, will not be in a very good mood either.

"After the leader arrives and gives us specific requirements, we'll have new work to do in the afternoon." Asai Narimi patted Matsuda Jinpei's shoulder, "Take advantage of this time to get a few hours of sleep."

The work status of the Phantom Thieves is already very competitive, but the most competitive person in their group is actually the leader of the thieves, Tang Ze himself.

If Tang Ze takes the lead in rolling up, he will be really inhumane.

Matsuda Jinpei rubbed his temples twice, did not object to Asai Narimi's persuasion, took the medicine handed to him, and turned back to the house.

Chengshi is right, there is another tough battle coming up.

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"Mr. Schneider, it's you. Long time no see."

Ireland had just stepped out of the car and was getting used to the light that suddenly illuminated his vision through the morning mist when he heard a shout filled with surprise and astonishment.

He was not unfamiliar with this voice.

Turning around, he saw a familiar face at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Ms. Misaki..." He called out the young girl's name softly, then turned his head and glanced at Kumail, who was leaning against the car door and yawning out of boredom.

Of course he knew this girl; she was the granddaughter of Kenzo Masuyama, slightly younger than Ireland, and the only unmarried direct relative of the Masuyama family.

He has followed Pisco for several years, and it may be a bit of an exaggeration to say that he and Pisco are as close as father and son. He is not sure how Pisco considers their identities, but to Ireland, this insidious yet kind old man is someone he respects and admires like a father.

This is also the root of the conflict between him and Kumail.

Pisco was killed by Gin, but Kumail took over all the subsequent cleanup work related to Pisco. According to the widely circulated rumor in the organization, it was Kumail who took the initiative to do it. When Ireland wanted to stop it, the Masuyama family and even his in-laws who had close social relations with him had been killed without a trace.

It was indeed difficult for some of them to survive at the hands of the organization, but those who were unaware of the organization's existence had a chance to survive.

It is a well-known secret that Kumail hates his own parents. Many people believe that it is because the organization refused to assist him in killing his father and instead handed over the life of Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi to Pisco, which made Kumail resentful of Pisco and led him to take such extreme revenge that harmed his family.

After coming into contact with Kumail and feeling his bad character, Ireland believed it without a doubt. At this moment, he suddenly saw the person he believed should have died long ago appear in front of him, and his fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

The truth is not only far from the rumors, it can even be said to be the exact opposite.

"Mr. Schneider, I'm relieved to see that you're safe." Misaki patted her chest and laughed happily. "After Grandpa's accident, there was no news from you. I thought you..."

While she was speaking, two more people came out of the house and were equally delighted to see Ireland.

In the eyes of the Masuyama family who are unaware of the affairs of the organization, Ireland is Kenzo Masuyama's bodyguard. Because they have been through life and death together and have done many things for Kenzo Masuyama, he has a deep relationship with Kenzo Masuyama.

Now that Kenzo Masuyama is dead, the chances of the bodyguard surviving have suddenly become very small. Now that they see that Ireland is safe and sound, the Masuyama family relatives who got along well with him are very happy.