The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"It's a little difficult to identify Nishikawa Mutsumi as the person responsible for the fire four years ago. The police may need to make some more efforts, but it is a fact that she locked Mamiya Masuyo in a secret room and starved her to death, and took her identity, and illegally occupied many properties of the Mamiya family. In short, she has been taken away by the police, and we don't need to worry about what happens next."

While driving and talking, Dr. Agasa glanced at the children in the rearview mirror.

Camping turned into a thrilling castle adventure. Although it seemed to be a good deal in the end, it was contrary to his original intention.

Fortunately, although the children found the secret passage, because Mutsumi Nishikawa had been trying to hunt down Conan and those young people, she never met the children and did not experience any terrifying scenes. It was a good situation.

"But, the old lady is so pitiful..." Chewing the bread she brought back from the Mamiya family, Yoshida Ayumi couldn't help but tear up. She didn't know if it was out of pure sympathy or because she was choking on the bread. "Why does this fake grandma like to starve others to death so much?"

"Because she's too cowardly and too selfish." Huihara Ai didn't even raise her head as she flipped through a fashion magazine. "Whether it was setting the tower on fire four years ago, or killing the old lady and the male servant who tried to explore the secrets of the tower in the past few years, she chose to kill people without facing death. She set a fire and ran away, or locked people in a secret room and left. This way, she couldn't hear the victims' miserable screams before they died, and she didn't have to feel the guilt of taking others' lives up close."

"This is too abominable." Kojima Genta snorted twice, "Since she is so timid, why not just stop harming others? What's the point of this?"

"Maybe it's because she really doesn't have much strength, and there's no other way to kill people except by using despicable means and secret passages." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya swallowed the bread hard and breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, we caught her this time. It's time for her to pay the price for what she did. She deserves it."

"Of course..." When Haibara Ai heard him say that, a smile appeared on her lips.

After finding a handbag she liked in a magazine, she took a photo of it with her mobile phone and sent it to Tang Ze's email without saying a word.

She said that it was fine as long as the girl went out to have fun, but in the end she found so much more work for her. She has no conscience at all for blackmailing such a despicable person.

As for Mutsumi Nishikawa...

Even if the law cannot give her the punishment she deserves, the methods used by the Phantom Thieves are deterrent enough.

Even without considering how much effort the Mamiya family will put into seeking revenge against her in this trial, this woman will regret the big mistake she made due to her greed for the rest of her life.

I don't know what the Phantom Thieves and Kudo put that woman through. Why does it feel like she has a serious mental problem...

Thinking of this, Haibara Ai turned her gaze to Conan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, remained silent and did not join in their conversation.

Having witnessed the miraculous power of the Phantom Thieves and seen such a mysterious scene, how is Kudo's worldview now?

Conan, who was writing and drawing on the notebook, naturally could not feel the pitying gaze behind him. He was staring at the mind map he had drawn on the notebook and brainstorming.

He gained a lot from this trip. The door to another world opened for him by the Phantom Thieves through this case gave him a lot of inspiration.

Nowadays, the number of people related to the organization that he has come into contact with is quite considerable.

In addition to the gin and vodka that he had poisoned at the beginning, he had already come into contact with Tequila who was killed in the explosion at the game exhibition, Pisco who was silenced at the director's memorial service, Vermouth who impersonated Dr. Shinde and thus came into contact with him, and Ireland who sneaked into the Metropolitan Police Department...

Of course, there is also Haibara Ai, who was once codenamed Shirley, and the code member Kumail, whose true identity is still unknown.

In addition to these people, there are also many other people who are confirmed to be connected with the organization. Some of these people are consciously working for the organization, such as the former Miyano Akemi and the current Akechi Goro. Most of them are guys who were killed by the organization after being exposed to their sight...

With the intelligence he currently has, he can only be sure that this organization is assassinating people everywhere, engaging in illegal transactions for various considerations and their own interests, raising a large amount of funds, promoting many radical scientific research projects, and actively recruiting many computer programmers with excellent technical skills...

Having written this, Conan's mind couldn't help but briefly pause from sorting out the clues.

If we take away their shady ways of killing people and making money, why do they sound more like some weird organization or religion than a criminal group or a terrorist organization...

After all, why do they recruit programmers? Is it for Noah's Ark?

However, the underlying program of Noah's Ark was basically independently developed by the talented young man Hiroki Sawada, and most of the subsequent game design and construction were completed independently by Noah himself after learning. It can be calculated that the organization not only did not spend too much energy in this process, but also had negative effects.

——It refers to the aspect that using Noah's Ark as a smart office assistant is entirely the customer's rather than the developer's.

The Phantom Thieves had already fully demonstrated to him what kind of terrifying power Noah could exert when he played the role of an intelligent assistant. No matter how you think about it, this should not be the credit of the programmers hired by the organization. Instead, it was the organization that lost Noah's excellent wheelchair and didn't know whether it could still walk independently in the paperless office.

Oh, yes, there are also engineers like Yuan Jiaming who are developing other projects...

"So, why is the organization looking for so many excellent programmers? It can't be that they want to develop a revolutionary game project... Hasn't that project been completed by Noah's Ark..."

Muttering to himself, Conan raised his head and cast an inquiring look at the large RV that was driving behind them on the road, keeping a distance neither too far nor too close.

There was no way; their car and the doctor's car were going the same way, and it was impossible for them not to be heading in the same direction.

So, does delving into program development have anything to do with that world?

That world that transcends reality, as if standing outside of time and space, and can reveal the true nature of reality...

"Um, so, this is your current boss?"

Kenji Hagiwara moved a little closer and looked at Karasawa, who was curled up on the sofa with a quilt to catch up on his sleep.

The Phantom Thieves who stayed with Conan all night were very tired, but during the day, Karasawa was still responsible for all social interactions with the Mamiya family, inquiring about the news of the Dusk Mansion, communicating with the police who arrived, etc. While others still had time to rest, Karasawa had really been working non-stop for more than 30 hours, so it was very normal for him to fall asleep without saying a word after getting in the car.

"To be more precise, I will be your boss from now on." Jinpei Matsuda nodded and lowered his voice involuntarily.

Not only him, but everyone in the car, including Noah who was still running the program, consciously controlled the volume.

Even though they knew that Tang Ze's sleep quality has always been very good, and that he could lie down and enter a deep sleep anytime and anywhere as long as he wanted, and that his efficiency in replenishing energy was incredibly high, everyone still hoped to give him a good resting environment.

Even though this guy won't admit it, everyone can see how he doesn't care about his own life or death when he does things.

Kenji Hagiwara looked up and down at Tang Ze, who looked too young no matter how he looked at him. He lowered his head and looked at the monitoring instrument on his wrist, then looked at the screen that was automatically running many incomprehensible programs. He couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Children nowadays are really amazing..."

The person who examined him was an elementary school student whose head reached his thighs, the person who developed this sci-fi-like artificial intelligence was a ten-year-old kid who couldn't even go to school, and his future boss was a minor...

Everyone likes to say that the future belongs to children, but this is a bit too much.

"Hey..." Matsuda Jinpei patted his friend who was younger than him but spoke like an old man. "Tang Ze is not an ordinary child. If he hears you talking like this, he will hold a grudge against you."

Although Tang Ze himself is very young and his face looks younger than his age, the way he does things does not look like a child who has just reached adulthood, whose mind has been confused for ten years and who has actually only received eight years of education.

This is not referring to ability. Of course, Tang Ze's ability is indeed very strong.

However, according to him, most of his abilities are gifts from his parents and the other part comes from the special power he awakened. This is the extraordinary part bestowed upon him by talent and opportunity and has nothing to do with age and experience.

What is truly surprising is what lies beyond these terrifying forces.

Occasionally, in certain environments with increasing pressure, at moments of important decision-making, Matsuda Jinpei would feel that this guy's overly stable inner driving force and behavioral concepts were not like those of an 18-year-old boy, and he would even have the illusion that this guy might be older than himself.

If you treat him as an ordinary child, you will definitely suffer a great loss.

"I didn't expect you to think so highly of him. You don't really like being managed." Hagiwara Kenji turned around and looked at his friend's face, which had matured a lot. "Jinping has really grown up..."

"You guy..."

"Hiss, let go, pinching here is too vicious, how can you treat an old friend who finally survived like this!"

"It's obviously not easy for us to survive, okay?"

"Hey, hey, you two, keep your voices down. If you keep making noise, Miss Mingmei will kick you out of the car one by one..."

Zhu Fujingguang threw away the file in his hand, shook his head to get rid of too many names from his messy mind, stood up, controlled the two people who were wrestling with each other with one hand, and pulled them away from the sofa to prevent Miyano Akemi's death gaze from being cast on them.

When passing by Tangze, he looked down at the other's sleeping face.

Tang Ze, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, had a calm and peaceful expression, and he didn't seem to be worried at all, which was really in line with his age.

I always feel that Tang Ze seems to be in a low mood today, I don’t know why.

Did the news from the Mansion of Dusk cause him some kind of pressure, or was it that Hagiwara finally woke up, allowing him to temporarily let go of the temporary pressure, so that the accumulated fatigue exploded?

Forget it. If Tang Ze doesn't want to say it, there's no point in thinking about it. As teammates, all they can do is support him with actions and let him have a good sleep...

Tang Ze, who was in a deep sleep, was now sitting in the Velvet Bar, holding a glass of whiskey, and sitting opposite Leon in silence.

He slowly drank the wine in the glass, and when he put the empty glass on the bar, he glanced at the highball glass that was placed in a conspicuous position.

Golden sand overflowing from his body kept flowing into the cup and quickly dissipated. The golden dots looked like tiny fireworks under the warm yellow light of the bar.

Tang Ze knew that this was the progress bar of the task that was still in operation. After completing Kenji Hagiwara's part, his task would soon reach the final stage.

The biggest regret in Furuya Rei's career as a policeman was about to be made up by him using unreasonable means and his own way. He had to admire how Furuya Rei could digest the fact that there was a necromancer who was bringing his dead friend back to life.

The technique is light and dreamy, as if there is some mysterious force that is determined to pursue a perfect ending.

Thinking of this, Tang Ze turned back and watched Leon silently refill his empty glass. He suddenly asked, "Since drinking doesn't affect it, do you have any cigarettes here?"

Leon raised his eyes, looked at his inexplicably depressed guest today, and said lightly: "You only have one task left, why are you so worried? Are you thinking about the past?"

Having received a lot of new information, Tang Ze should have a lot to ask Leon.

The light of the Twilight Pavilion, the special space of the enclosed environment, illusions and visions...

Tang Ze actually has a lot to ask about this world and himself.

But it doesn't matter when you ask these questions, Lyon won't change his answers to these questions just because he asked them two days late, and at this moment, he has more thoughts than that.

“Just a little bit.” Seeing that Leon ignored his request for a cigarette, Tang Ze did not mention it again. He just tapped his fingers, which felt particularly empty, on the table and silently pulled the wine glass back in front of him. “You can see all my past, including, you know, then you must also know Zhang Zhengqing.”

Leon raised his golden eyes and looked at Tangze, who had a dull expression. He also poured himself a glass of wine and took the initiative to pick up the glass and clink it with Tangze's.

"Oh, of course I know. You're his special agent."

Special service, also known as special police, is a type of police force that is responsible for certain special tasks.

Simply put, he can be understood as the contact person of Tang Ze, the deep undercover agent. He is the one who receives his information, takes the initiative to contact when necessary, and is responsible for transmitting and receiving information.

"Thinking carefully, I should have scolded this bastard. Damn it, I've already sent the message back. If he had been less arrogant and hadn't come looking for me for no reason, I might have returned home intact."

Tang Ze paused for a moment, spilling some of the wine from his glass. He suddenly returned to his former undercover state for a short while, and began to curse in Chinese with a slight Malaysian Chinese accent.

"It's already such a critical moment. Even if I die there, what does it matter? Why the hell did they send a spike to find me? What would happen if they found me? You've been doing this job for so long, don't you have this judgment ability? Wasn't it me who needed protection at that time? I was undercover for six years without being exposed, but because of this guy's confusion, I was caught as a dog of other forces. It's really fucking embarrassing..."

Leon picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass quietly, listening to him repeating the complaint that he had said in his mind more than once, without any intention of interrupting.

It was not until Tang Ze finished his rant, exhaled a breath, grabbed the cup on the table and drank it all that he shrugged and said softly, "You are right. But Zhang Zhengqing is gone, so there is no point in you saying these things."

Tang Ze paused and put the empty wine glass back on the table.

"Yeah, not anymore."

None of them are here anymore.

In this kind of work, reviewing and nitpicking are certainly things that only those who survived have the right to discuss, and more often than not, no one would nitpick in that kind of situation.

It is something to be proud of to be able to receive the award while still alive.

And it wasn't just his contact who fell on this road.

"I was asked to leave my unit before I officially graduated. Later I heard that there were more than 30 people from our class who joined our unit. Some of them ran away to the brigades in other provinces, and some went to the lower-level cities and counties..." Tang Ze took a breath and did not finish the rest of his words.

He is a special agent with a sensitive identity, so it is impossible for him to attend someone else's memorial service.

But after being settled, sometimes, the old leader would suddenly come to his place to sit with him.

At that time, he had recovered from his most decadent state. He could take care of himself and found some things to pass the time. In fact, he no longer needed more care from the organization. So every time this moment came, he knew that perhaps someone had quietly fallen down again. The old leader, who had nowhere to talk, could only make an excuse to come and see him, come to his place to have a drink and sit for a while.

Tang Ze couldn't say what caused this moment of sentimentality.

Perhaps it was the resurrection of Kenji Hagiwara that finally gave him the time to think about these things, or perhaps it was the castle's special space and strange illusions that stirred his emotions...

"Fill it up." Without talking about those long-ago past events that could no longer be returned to, Tang Ze pushed the cup in front of Leon.

In short, he also wanted to drink some wine and sit for a while.