The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Excuse me, Detective Maori, could you please give us your opinion on this murder case?"

"I'm sorry, the details of the case are still under investigation, so I can't reveal too many details."

"Mr. Nanyun, who was arrested, claimed that his crime was justifiable because the deceased had abused his son for a long time and he made an extreme choice when he could no longer tolerate it. Is this the truth as he described?"

"Whatever he says."

"You think he's making excuses, then?"

"I'm a detective, and a detective can only prove objective things. I just exposed his trick of making the murder weapon disappear, and advised him to surrender before things get out of hand. As for what he thinks in his heart, why don't you ask those Phantom Thieves of Hearts?"

"Oh, you mean..."

"That's it. That's it."

"Ah, Mr. Maori, Mr. Maori!"

Kogoro Mouri touched his chin, staring at the figure on the news screen who broke through the encirclement of the microphones, waved his hand in a chic manner and walked out of the screen, nodding with great satisfaction.

"Tsk, the silent back of the man says it all... So handsome, I'm so cool!"

"dad……"

This was the scene Conan saw when he pushed open the door of the detective agency.

Kogoro Mouri was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, watching the news replay with a serious look. Ran Mouri and Karasawa were standing on either side of the sofa, looking very supportive of him.

"So it's recorded, right?" Maori Kogoro checked the device under the TV and asked uncertainly. He came forward and carefully pushed the disc out of the optical drive. "As long as there is a computer or DVD player with an optical drive, you can see this footage, right?"

"Yes, this piece of news is now well preserved." Tang Ze, with his arms folded, gave an affirmative answer.

"This is much smaller than a video cassette. That's great. Technology is advancing so fast."

Conan looked at Mouri Kogoro with a puzzled look on his face as he solemnly put the disc into a transparent CD case, then under the guidance of Karasawa he clumsily tied the bow for packaging, tugged at the hem of Mouri Ran's skirt, and pointed in confusion.

"This is a commission that Dad completed independently while you were away these two days." Mao Lilan squatted down and explained in a low voice, "He wanted to record it as a gift for Mom. It seems that he has a date tomorrow..."

"...Aunt Kisaki Eri doesn't know about his situation, right?" Conan's mouth twitched twice, "Wouldn't it be strange to suddenly send her a video of an interview in which she solved a case?"

For those of them who already know Kogoro Mori's abilities, his ability to independently solve a murder case with a certain threshold is indeed a big improvement. However, in the eyes of those who still firmly believe in his attributes as a famous detective, it is a bit of a show-off to specially record an interview on a case that is not very sensational.

"There's nothing I can do. Normally, even when he's being interviewed, he's always in a daze. It's a rare opportunity for him to show off, so it's understandable that he wants to show it to his mother..." Mao Lilan shook her head and went back to the kitchen to prepare the dishes. "How about you? Did you have fun playing with the kids?"

She said this in an equally teasing tone, with some intention of making fun of a high school student accompanying elementary school students camping. Her original intention was to tease Conan who was forced to be a first-grade student, but Conan suddenly recalled the feeling of the cold liquid sliding down his esophagus into his stomach, and he shuddered violently.

According to Haibara, he is just an ordinary person, and the Mamiya family's castle is a place with strong malicious intent. Without the help of those potions, it would be almost impossible for him to walk out intact. The Phantom Thieves wanted to protect his health, and as for the problem with the potion raw materials, it was purely accidental.

But whenever he thought about what he was drinking, Conan couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine. He completely gave up the desire to go play with them next time, and he even couldn't help feeling a little guilty towards that guy.

He knew that Joker had special abilities and that even if he was stabbed in the aorta, it would not cause any harm to his body, but this did not prevent him from feeling reluctant about using this guy's body as experimental material.

Originally, he was a little envious of Joker's super self-healing ability, and felt that without the assistance of this ability, Joker would probably find it difficult to freely enter and exit such dangerous places and complete such dangerous actions - such as jumping out of the Shinkansen holding a bomb.

But comparing it with Haibara's experiment, and then thinking about why Joker was developed to have this ability, it makes people not happy at all.

The inexhaustible supply of blood and even human tissues seemed like "fast-growing wood" grown specifically for experiments...

"Don't mention it." Conan waved his hands tiredly, trying to wave away the nausea, the fatigue from lack of sleep, and the dizziness from the over-working brain. "We didn't make it to camp."

"Another case?" Mao Lilan raised her eyebrows, not surprised.

"Well, I guess I'll have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to give a statement later..." Conan pressed his temple.

After all, this is not a recent homicide case, but an old case from four years ago. In addition to on-site reconnaissance, they, the first discoverers, must also add some details of their own discoveries, as well as provide fingerprints and footprints to avoid interfering with other people's investigation work.

Speaking of the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan couldn't help but look at Tang Ze.

With his back to them, Karasawa was bending down and pointing at the card, instructing Kogoro Mouri how to firmly fix it in the ribbon so that the greeting card he wrote on could be beautifully pinned on the gift. He was so skilled that he didn't look like he had never been in love before.

"By the way, how has Tang Ze been these past two days?" Conan hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "It seems that he has a regular review to attend..."

"Yes, I heard from Mr. Amuro that he has been accompanying Tang Ze to run around for materials these two days and he is very busy." Mao Lilan is of course always aware of the movements of the neighbors downstairs, and answered one by one, "Mr. Amuro is quite thoughtful. He even came to ask us neighbors for some signatures. He said that although it doesn't play a big role, it can also show that Tang Ze has been studying and living well during this period, and he is law-abiding. This is somewhat helpful."

Be law-abiding?

After organizing the words in his mind for a while, Conan couldn't help but reveal his crescent eyes as he couldn't equate this adjective with Tang Ze's face.

He didn't believe that the Metropolitan Police Department was unaware of Tang Ze's frequent acts of bravery, and it was just a formality.

Then again, from top to bottom in the entire Investigation Division, who still thinks that Tang Ze is really a juvenile delinquent? At this point, is there no way to reopen the investigation of Tang Ze's case and clear his name...

Conan couldn't help but shake his head at this so-called observation that focused too much on formality, and the few doubts in his mind were put to rest.

Tang Ze was indeed busy with personal matters these two days, so the one who appeared in the castle was definitely not him.

It can't be that even the police from the Metropolitan Police Department are cooperating with Tang Ze in lying, right?

"Is it done now? Hmm, isn't it a little informal..." Kogoro Mouri finally finished working on the gift box. He straightened up and looked at the wrapped gift hesitantly.

It's not that he couldn't give her more expensive gifts, but Tang Ze suggested that, after all, he and Kisaki Eri were no longer young people in the passionate love period. They had already reached a stage where they had enough food and clothing and were not in a difficult situation. They had also formed their own aesthetics and tendencies. Unless he could grasp the other party's intentions very accurately, a purely extravagant gift without any thought would seem insincere.

So apart from a bottle of perfume, he only prepared this CD as a return gift for the cufflinks that Kisaki Eri gave him on their last date.

"It's fine like this. More formal gifts can be prepared later." Tang Ze pulled the white gauze underneath and deftly tied an extra flower-shaped decoration on the gift box. He then placed it on the table and nodded with satisfaction. "Although your situation is different from a simple love relationship, the sentiment of gradual progress is the same. On ordinary dates, you can give some thoughtful but not expensive gifts. When you reach a certain stage and have a suitable reason, you will need a more formal gift. This way the progress will be more solid, right?"

Maori Kogoro thought about it and felt that he had no way to refute it. Thinking of this boy's overly experienced and skilled gift suggestion, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "It's hard to imagine that you have lived until now without causing trouble to a few young girls."

"Don't make me sound like a smooth-talking playboy. I'm just good at pleasing others." Tang Ze shrugged, turned back to look at Conan's strange gaze, and blinked twice quickly.

Conan quickly received his hint and understood what Tang Ze wanted to express.

Ha, so your ability to understand other people's desires is part of your power? Is this what the power of wish fulfillment allows you to do...

"Conan-kun, you're back just in time." Tang Ze walked back to the table, looked at Conan with dark circles under his eyes, and said in high spirits, "Sonoko-san asked Xiaolan and me to accompany her to the party. Do you want to come?"

Look, same journey, same sleepless night, he managed to get enough sleep on the road because he was driving an RV, but Conan was so sleepy because he was squeezed in a Beetle with a bunch of kids. It seems that it is better to have money.

"Hmm? Party, what party?" Conan thought for a moment and became confused.

"It was a gathering of netizens," Mao Lilan replied. "It seemed like a group of enthusiasts she met on an online forum. It was a rare offline gathering, and she wanted to meet some netizens she could chat with."

"Another handsome guy, huh?" Without the need for Mao Lilan to continue to explain, Conan rolled his eyelids in understanding, "She already has Kyogoku-kun..."

"Well, their relationship is developing pretty well, but hasn't Kyogoku gone abroad? The next time we meet will be in a few months. It's normal for her to be bored being alone and want to find some handsome guys to feast her eyes on." Mao Li Ran spread her hands, and she actually understood her best friend's thoughts.

"I thought that she liked looking at handsome guys mainly because she wanted to fall in love..." Conan's eyebrows twitched, and he couldn't understand Suzuki Sonoko's relapse.

Didn't she always talk about wonderful encounters and the atmosphere of love? Now that she has a definite lover, why is she still staring at the wild handsome guy...

"You misunderstood her." Tang Ze put the last dish on the table for Maori Kogoro and took over the conversation, "Sonoko's appreciation of handsome men and beautiful women comes from the heart, and it has nothing to do with hormones. It is purely a personal interest and hobby."

Whether a person who loves looks is in a relationship or not does not affect his desire to watch and appreciate handsome men and beautiful women. The only role of this attribute in love is that he will definitely want to find a partner of the opposite sex whose appearance meets his or her expectations.

Anyway, Suzuki Sonoko didn't even touch the handsome guy, probably just out of the mood of collecting stamps and refreshing her eyes.

"Is that how you understand it..." Conan's mouth twitched again, feeling that Tang Ze had quite a lot of twisted ideas.

Maori Kogoro's focus was not on this at all: "The eldest daughter of a consortium and an ordinary fan can become friends because of the Internet. This is the magic of the Internet. Although you are not going alone, you still have to pay attention to safety. You are all strangers. Who knows if there will be guys with bad intentions?"

"Don't worry, with me and Karasawa here, Sonoko will be fine." Ran Mouri clenched her fists energetically and kicked Conan in time, successfully shutting him up.

Conan looked back in confusion.

Mao Lilan picked up the dishes and chopsticks without saying anything. She just gestured with her eyes at the gift box on the TV table.

Conan suddenly realized it belatedly.

After all this time, the invitation from Suzuki Sonoko, the party and safety precautions were all excuses. The main purpose was to send the children who would get in the way to daycare so that they could have some adult dates...

"I specially asked Mr. Amuro to give us a ride." Tang Ze picked up the bowl and said at the right time, "We will set off in the afternoon when Sonoko-san comes."

"You've even thought of this. You're really well prepared..."

"Ok?"

"No, I mean, this is good. If Mr. Amuro is responsible for sending us, we will definitely not be late."

Tang Ze listened to Conan's twisted words, hiding the smile on his lips with the bowl, and glanced down through the office window with the advertising letter on it.

He agreed to this sudden invitation, not only because he knew what would happen next, but also because he wanted to take the opportunity to bring his teammates to the cafe.

After all, right? That’s the process everyone has to go through…

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"Ha, this is too... I have reason to suspect that Kougu has really been thinking about having us work for him for a long time."

Standing in front of a busy movie theater, Kenji Hagiwara looked at those excessive faces, covered his face, and sighed deeply.

"Not really. I think Ling just simply misses the atmosphere of being together..." Zhu Fu Jingguang dryly made up for his childhood friend.

"Then why is it that we are all in the cinema, but he, the owner, is a leisurely tourist, while the rest of us are working non-stop?" Hagiwara Kenji complained, "Especially, why am I arranged like a tour guide? I thought I was supposed to be a lobby manager or something..."

"Is there a possibility that you were put in charge of the display case because you died the earliest and most carelessly?" Matsuda Jinpei analyzed calmly, "Think about it carefully, you were the first one to guard the tomb, right? If someone else took over, the order would be a bit wrong."

"Hey, you're even worse than him..."

"Well, look at the squad leader and his girlfriend, they are busy running around, and they also have to pack popcorn and serve drinks. At least your job is easier, right?"

"Xiao Zhuo Fu, you didn't let him go either."

Standing in front of the movie poster and looking up at the shadow of the movie promotional picture, Rei Furuya seemed to realize something. He turned his head and looked at the three people who pushed and shoved into the cinema hall, and blinked slightly.

The few people in uniforms who continued their work in an orderly manner and scattered in different places, and the three people who were noisy and disorderly but gathered together, stood in completely different places, like a control group.

Life and death, noise and silence, joy and depression, seem to have formed a clear distinction at this moment.

A dreamlike, exaggerated scene that was beyond reality was vividly playing out before his eyes.

The shadow Furuya Zero stared at them in a trance until his peripheral vision caught sight of the cleaner Gin walking out of the darkness, whose style was completely different from the ones around him. Only then did he control his expression, slowly turned his head, and continued to look at the huge poster.

The poster shows a counter filled with different types of drinks, with the name of the movie written in bold letters below.

"Drunken Dream: A Night of Light and Shadow".

Below the name is a handwritten subtitle of the poster.

It houses rare and fine wines from all over the world, and is also a stage for the intersection of various emotions.

- If this is really a dream, don't wake me up before it ends.