Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

"You are indeed Kaitou Kidd."

Looking at Dean in front of her, Cassandra didn't show much surprise.

That means her eyes didn't miss it from the start.

"Can you tell me why you do these things?"

Cassandra gestured with her hands in mid-air.

"You're just a thief, aren't you? What does saving this city have to do with you?"

"Because a qualified performer needs to protect his audience."

Dean smiled slightly and replied.

"There are many people in this city who cheered and cheered for my performance. If I obviously can do something but do nothing, I would be really sorry for these audiences."

"More importantly," Dean paused at this point and continued: "Don't you think that a very absurd plot like a thief saving the city can make more people marvel?"

Cassandra didn't quite understand what Dean said. It wasn't that she couldn't understand what Dean said, but that she didn't understand what Dean wanted to express.

"So... whether you save the city or become Kaitou Kidd, it's all for the sake of people's admiration?"

Cassandra frowned, "Is it so important to you to be amazed? Does it make you feel satisfied?"

"Although the details are somewhat different, in general, it is true."

Dean nodded honestly.

He did not try to give some great and upright reasons to give himself a more glorious image, making it seem like he was a good person who broke the law on the surface but was actually kind-hearted.

Dean's night of running for Gotham was not out of pure kindness, and certainly not completely self-interested.

What's more, the behavior of finding reasons is meaningless in front of Cassandra.

After the words fell, Cassandra was silent for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Do you... know what kind of abilities I have?"

Suddenly, Cassandra gestured with her hands and asked.

"Absolutely. I know that there is a skill in the world that can give people the magical ability to see through body information. People with this ability can understand what others say even if they don't understand the language. They can easily do what linguists dream of. The thing is to understand all the known and unknown languages ​​of the world.”

At this time, Dean took two steps closer, came to Cassandra, and looked into her eyes.

"Do you remember, when we first met in the Gotham Library, you said, 'You can understand what I say'? That sentence can reveal the skills you have mastered."

"Last time at your house, you swore that you were not Kaitou Kidd, but I didn't tell that you were lying. Obviously you can use the same method to deceive me now, but you are honest with me and are calm. Answered my question, why?"

Kassandra continued to ask, her attitude being very serious when she said this.

Why did Dean's attitude change so dramatically?

"Sit down."

Dean said coldly.

"?"

Cassandra blinked. The topic changed so much that she couldn't react for a while.

Dean, who was opposite her, had found a clean place to sit cross-legged and was now waving to her.

"I think we have a lot to talk about. You haven't rested all night, have you, Cassandra? Sit down and talk. No one will disturb this place for a while."

Dean patted the floor beside him and motioned for Cassandra to sit over.

Cassandra hesitated for a moment. She felt that she was not obviously tired. It would be okay to run around for a few more days and nights, but she finally sat next to Dean.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, Cassandra. Last time I had to hide my identity from you no matter what. Actually, it was because I was afraid. I was worried that you were sent by Batman to test me. After all, you and Barbara The relationship is so good.”

Dean smiled softly and said, that was indeed what he thought when Cassandra first came to the door.

"If Batman finds out that Kidd is Dean Thaston, then my life in Gotham will become very troublesome, but now..."

"I have fully believed that you are not a member of the Bat Family, so there is no need to force you to continue to hide my identity when you have already figured out my identity, and I can't hide it even if I want to."

Cassandra held her chin in her hands, her eyes lost in thought.

Dean revealed these secrets to her without any scruples. Wasn't he afraid that he would turn around and report to Batman or the GCPD?

Although Cassandra knew it was impossible for her to do such a thing, why did Dean give her so much trust?

"I know you are asking me so many questions. What you really want to ask is whether I regret my criminal behavior. If I do, how can I remedy it?"

"At least until now, I have never regretted my actions. I have never deliberately hurt anyone, nor have I done even one unforgivable evil act. Kaitou Kidd is indeed a criminal who deserves to be sentenced. , even I agree with this, but I still have a clear conscience.”

At this point, Dean shook his head slightly and said, "I can give you my answer, but that's just my answer. You may not get the answer you want."

Cassandra looked at Dean blankly, not knowing what she should "say".

At this moment, Dean suddenly looked solemn and said meaningfully: "Speaking of which, you left something very important in my house last time."

"?"

Cassandra was shocked when she heard this. Did she leave something behind at Dean's house?

How is this possible? There is absolutely nothing she can "miss"!

Suddenly, Cassandra's pupils shrank instantly.

Dean took out a slender black hair from nowhere, looked at her calmly and said, "You left a hair on the sofa."

"Cassandra, you don't know much about modern knowledge, but I think you should know what DNA testing is, right?"

Dean raised his hair, put it in front of Cassandra and looked at it carefully.

"You can find out a lot of information through a small hair. I'm sorry for prying into your privacy, but I already know your past."

Cassandra was shocked. She could see that Dean's implication was that he already knew his secret!

Dean already knows all about her past training under her father, David Cain, and the fact that she killed a man out of ignorance when she was nine years old.

Recalling the scene when Fazul's carotid artery was easily cut open with a knife of hers, and blood spattered on her face, regret, guilt, fear, worry... countless negative emotions filled her heart.

Cassandra's little face suddenly turned pale and messy.

With a flick of the brush, Cassandra stood up from the ground and was about to escape from here without any explanation.

However, before she could take a few steps, Dean grabbed her.