The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 942 Why does Tang Ze hate her so much

In order to take care of this fake Chinese, Tang Ze did not choose the cursive script which was particularly difficult to recognize, but chose the relatively neat regular script. So after studying it for half a minute, Pu Siqinglan finally understood the two lines of words, and then could not help showing a look of confusion.

How should I put it? It seemed like there was nothing wrong with it. She could understand every word, and even if she read it carefully, she could feel a sense of picture in it, which was consistent with her simple impression of the so-called couplets.

But the gentle and soft smile on Tang Ze's face made her instinctively feel a chill.

How to say it, ever since witnessing how this man survived under her gun, even though he seemed to be unaware of his true identity, Pu Si Qinglan subconsciously regarded him as an enemy, thinking that every move he made was ill-intentioned.

She wanted to observe for a while and confirm the situation before continuing, but the looks from Tang Ze and the people around her made it difficult for her to remain silent.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my handwriting that you don't like?" Tang Ze shook the two strips of red paper in his hand. "I spent a long time looking for this suitable paper. It's a bit difficult to find such long strips of writing paper in Japan..."

Pu Siqinglan's eyelids twitched. When she met the gazes of several people, she reluctantly began to praise them: "Your handwriting is very good. Your Chinese characters are very beautiful, much better than most Japanese people I know. The paper is also very beautiful. I was almost stunned for a moment."

Before she understood the other person's deeper meaning, she had no choice but to start by praising the external form.

As if he had seen through her purpose of stalling for time, Tang Ze did not let it go, but continued to expand on the content of the text: "This is the couplet I chose specifically for you. It suits you very well and matches your name even better."

"Oh, right, 'Pusi Qinglan', it's exactly four Chinese characters." Suzuki Sonoko hammered her palm, "I asked Miss Pu Si before, your name means blue orchid, right?"

"...Well, you're right. My parents like orchids very much." Pu Si Qinglan felt that the topic had returned to a controllable level and smiled calmly.

"What a nice name..." Tang Ze nodded and raised the red paper in her hand again, as if the matter would never be resolved if she didn't give an answer today.

Pu Siqinglan closed her eyes with difficulty, finally raised her hand and began to try to explain this slightly strange couplet.

"This is a description of the scene of sunset and sunrise. It is a very beautiful picture. It is like this..."

Tang Ze took great effort to control his expression, and with a smile that said "You continue talking, I'm listening", he quietly watched Pu Siqinglan pretending.

However, the members of the Phantom Thieves who were gathered in a cabin somewhere were already laughing.

"She really is translating, she really is translating word for word—" Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was rarely able to hold back, wiped the tears from his eyes, "Tang Ze really doesn't intend to let her go."

Originally, the members of the Phantom Thieves were not supposed to know such an outrageous pun story. At least when Tang Ze asked them to help prepare the materials and write, he had no intention of explaining.

Zhu Fu Jingguang asked a few more questions out of curiosity.

It's not that he is curious about Chinese, or the fact that Tang Ze knows Chinese - Tang Ze has so many outrageous and inexplicable skills, and even though he has just started painting, his learning speed is amazing enough - he is mainly curious about Chinese itself.

His brother Zhufu Gaoming's most famous character to the outside world is "Kong Ming". His brother himself is an absolute fan of the Three Kingdoms and likes to quote Chinese proverbs from time to time. Zhufu Jingguang, who has not been able to live with his brother for a long time in all these years, still hopes to understand something about this culture. It would be nice to have more topics to talk about in the future.

When facing the Phantom Thieves, Tang Ze's principle is basically to either not answer or tell the truth, so when he wrote these words and hung them up to dry, he heard Zhu Fu Jingguang's question and explained to him in detail the story of homophones, as well as the incoherent name of Pu Siqinglan, who was obviously a Slav but insisted on fitting himself into the stereotype of a Chinese.

Feeling deeply this pure and sincere malice, Zhu Fu Jingguang found it difficult not to laugh.

Miyano Akemi rubbed her smiling face and defended Tang Ze: "She was the first one who didn't let go of the Memory Egg and Kid. And why did she insist on calling herself Chinese? Was it to completely distance herself from the Memory Egg and lower the defense of Mr. Suzuki and others? It's really an overreaction."

"The more you lack something, the more you emphasize it. She wants to hide her identity too much." Asai Narimi shook his head, wondering why he had any sympathy for this guy who was in a dilemma and was tortured in public by Tang Ze. "On the one hand, she is so proud of her so-called bloodline, so proud that she committed countless crimes for this purpose, but on the other hand, she is ashamed to say her true identity openly. Like a rat that cannot stand the light, she hides her real name and origin so deeply... It's really weird."

"This is probably one of the reasons why Tang Ze hates her so much that he wants to torment her like this." Matsuda Jinpei looked at Tang Ze, who was always smiling kindly as if he was looking at a fool, and suddenly said, "He will sympathize with some criminals. When they commit crimes because of hatred, grudges, or greater right and wrong, Tang Ze will sympathize with their plight, sometimes condone them, and sometimes simply stop them. But he doesn't have that much patience for those guys who are too shrewd and selfish."

Several criminals who were more or less condoned by Tang Ze turned their heads and looked at him at the same time.

"Why are you looking at me? Did I say something wrong?" Jinpei Matsuda shrank his neck back.

Because these guys were saved by Tang Ze, their worldviews have changed as well. Sometimes, if you think carefully about their backgrounds, they are quite creepy.

"No, I think what you said is right." Retracting his gaze, Asai Narimi brushed his long hair and smiled, "No wonder Tang Ze accepted you."

Yes, Tang Ze hated greed, selfishness and even meanness more than evil. He felt the same way.

Tang Ze on the screen listened to Pu Siqinglan's difficult nonsense with a smile on his face, nodded slowly, as if he was finally satisfied with the response, and handed two couplets with elegant handwriting to Pu Siqinglan.

"I'm so glad you like it. I was worried that you might not be satisfied with it." Tang Ze said with a smile, and then took out his cell phone, "Can you please hold it up? I want to take a picture as a souvenir."

Having already said so many compliments to Tang Ze, Pu Siqinglan couldn't refuse now.

She had no choice but to put on a stiff smile, grabbing the red paper in each hand, and letting Tang Ze raise his mobile phone to take a picture.

Everyone around was watching this scene with a smile on their face; Suzuki Sonoko even clapped her hands gently, creating a warm and harmonious scene.

The only thing was that the protagonist of the photo had blood vessels throbbing on his forehead, and he inexplicably felt as if a terrible dark history of his had been captured on camera.

Satisfied, Tang Ze put away his phone and stopped looking for trouble with Pu Siqinglan.

Suzuki Sonoko, who loves to stick to all handsome men and beautiful women, quickly started interacting with Urashi Seiran and Kosaka Natsumi and began asking about their personal situations.

Tang Ze looked at them, slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"...What are you keeping in suspense?" Conan waited until no one was paying attention to this side before approaching Tang Ze and squeezed out a word from the corner of his mouth.

Having been with Tang Ze for such a long time, how could he not know this guy's mischievous nature?

Tang Ze is indeed a good man, a kind-hearted man, but his kindness basically only appears at important moments of life and death, and comes from an empathy that cannot sit idly by and watch others suffer. It does not mean that he is a very easy-to-get-along-with guy.

Even if he turned back into Kudo Shinichi and returned to Group B of the second grade, and helped to reconcile some of the conflicts between Tang Ze and other people in the class, Tang Ze did not become much more hospitable after the relationship was eased. He just no longer rejected other people's friendly contact, and could greet them gently like ordinary classmates, and even make the occasional joke, but there was nothing more.

To a certain extent, Karasawa did not lie. He was indeed accustomed to keeping a distance from everyone and not letting people see his true nature. Even Conan suspected that if Suzuki Sonoko had not been too familiar and had not dragged Xiaolan after Karasawa regardless of the consequences and insisted on getting familiar with him, and if there was no aura of the famous detective Kudo Shinichi here, even if they lived on upper and lower floors, they and Karasawa would have been just strangers.

A guy with high emotional intelligence and sufficient social skills, but who consciously avoids getting close to anyone, suddenly shows excessive enthusiasm towards someone, even making the other person uncomfortable. This means that this is not real enthusiasm, but Tang Ze really wants to make the other person uncomfortable.

"I remember you can speak a little Chinese." Tang Ze picked up the stirring spoon and stirred the tea in the cup calmly, saying lightly, "Anyway, I didn't say anything good to her."

"You hate her so much?" Conan blinked, somewhat puzzled.

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This time, Tang Ze tilted his head, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't say anything more.

Everything from his previous life has long become a thing of the past with the passing of the undercover policeman who retired from blood and fire, but his deep-rooted instincts, his already formed personality, and his almost inertial nature have been deeply imprinted on him over time.

Pain is still pain, and the trauma left behind is difficult to heal, but Tang Ze himself knows that it is the difficult and painful past that has truly made him who he is today and given him the opportunity to survive.

The people are gone, the homeland is gone, and he is no longer the same person as he was in the past, but that does not stop him from missing them.

Therefore, he became more and more disgusted with those who tried to use this identity to make profits for themselves.

"She is not Chinese." Tang Ze answered slowly in a low voice, "Absolutely not."

"…Why do you say that?"

After an afternoon tea with a weird atmosphere, when Hattori Heiji was dragged to the deck by Conan, his expression became subtle when he heard Karasawa's retelling.

This bunch of profit-seeking antiquities dealers were very suspicious, because their reluctance to leave after seeing the value of the treasures was indeed despicable. But from what Tang Ze said, it was not just Pu Si Qinglan that he disliked as a person, he had reached the point of being somewhat hostile to this woman.

This made Hattori Heiji very puzzled.

Tang Ze is a kind person most of the time. It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that he has central air conditioning, but he is really the kind of person who is not stingy about handing ice cream to a crying kid on the street. It is very rare to see his emotions so obvious.

Looking at Hattori Heiji's face, Tang Ze considered for a moment and changed his words: "I have said before that I have a special ability to identify those who stand on the 'edge'."

"Ah, I have indeed seen it." Hattori Heiji followed his words and naturally recalled the first time he saw him. He crossed his arms and nodded, "Do you think Pu Siqinglan is suspicious?"

"More than suspicious." Tang Ze leaned on the railing, looking at the setting sun outside, "She is definitely a Slav, and a Slav who has nothing to do with the Chinese cultural circle. It is natural for such a person to pay attention to the Romanov dynasty itself. It is not surprising for a Russian, or someone from a former Soviet country, to be concerned about the story of the last tsar. But she insisted on calling herself Chinese, as if she wanted to draw a clear line between herself and these..."

"That means she has to conceal this connection." Conan stroked his chin thoughtfully. "She doesn't want others to know about her concern for this? Even though she is already an expert on the Romanov dynasty?"

"That's about it..." Tang Ze said, signaling them with his eyes to look forward.

After finishing afternoon tea, many people who had been free for a long time gathered on the deck one after another.

Some came to take a walk and see the beautiful scenery, some came out to take a breath after being bored in the room, and some had other thoughts, wanting to take the opportunity to meet more people, form alliances, and discuss the next content about the Emperor's Easter Egg...

In short, the deck ahead is now somewhat lively.

Following Tang Ze's gaze, the two of them immediately saw Ryu Kankawa, who was holding a camera and filming a flying seagull.

After he got on board, his attitude was far less positive than before, and he seemed a little invisible among the crowd. Pu Siqinglan, who was wearing a high-slit cheongsam, crossing her legs, and leaning against the table in a charming manner, was completely attracted to him.

But she was not looking at Hanchuan Long's face and appearance, but was staring at the silver light flashing around his neck.

"Mr. Hanchuan, this thing on your neck, this is..."