The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Hearing his slightly deliberate turn, Tang Ze turned his eyes and glanced at him lightly.

It is certain that Mouri Kogoro likes to see beautiful women, but he mentioned it so deliberately because his relationship with Fei Yingli has obviously heated up recently and they are in good condition...

"What's the matter, Uncle Maori? Do you like that style?" Tangze tilted his head, deliberately steering the conversation in another direction.

"How could it be..." Mouri Kogoro immediately waved his hand, "I'm just surprised. Could it be that she is deterred by the price of 800 million and doesn't plan to participate in the competition?"

"It's unlikely. She might just be thinking of other ways." Karasawa shrugged, with a relaxed expression. "The gems that Kaito Kidd recently stole will be put back into their original places. Apart from the fact that he is a well-known Kaito thief, it is very important." As he is famous, he will not transfer the stolen goods to the black market, which is also the default situation. Maybe this cunning lady is considering trying to get it from Kidd? "

Regardless of whether it is Kuroba Kaito or Kuroba Toichi, they do not become Kaito out of desire for the value of their collections. Having fun and performing personality are part of it. On the other hand, Kuroba Toichi is considered a hobby, and Kuroba Kaito Then you have your own goals.

In short, no matter which generation of Kaito Kidd makes money by reselling stolen goods, those things that have not been returned to their original owners on the surface have either been returned to their original owners in fact, or they have taken them back to their personal belongings. Library.

Without secondary market circulation, it is difficult to trace the source along the chain. This is one of the important reasons why Kidd is so difficult to catch and the police have not yet left many clues.

"Your description is really exaggerated." Kogoro Mouri raised his eyebrows strangely, "The bounty price for Kaito Kidd in many countries is more than 800 million. If she has the ability to find Kidd, why should she worry about raising money? "

"I'm talking about why she didn't show up." Karasawa raised the glass in his hand, "After all, President Suzuki may not be willing to sell the memory egg, but Kidd will definitely steal it. This way is better than spending money to bid. Reliable. She's not here now. She's probably going to stay with Kidd like the police."

The police's interpretation of Kidd's warning letter was wrong. The Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters deployed a large number of police forces at the castle tower, and the Search Section 2, which had other agendas, protected the place where they secretly hid the Egg of Memory.

This is why Karasawa dared to let Kid come to the meeting in disguise. The top police officers and detectives who were particularly concerned about checking the disguise were all running around Osaka at the moment. Kuroba came to the art museum. Kaito was safe instead.

"It seems that you don't think highly of her." Mouri Kogoro observed Tang Ze's expression, "It's rare to see you dislike a stranger so much. What's the matter? Is there anything about her that makes you dissatisfied?"

"I just think she is dishonest and has some other evil intentions." Tang Ze did not shy away and said bluntly, "For example, why does she call herself Chinese."

"You don't think she is?" Moori Kogoro, who felt that he had touched the core issue a little, cheered up a little.

"Do you think she is?" Tang Ze asked, "Even people who don't know China should have basic common sense, that is, the vast majority of China's population is still Asian, and it is unlikely to have an appearance like hers. Characteristic.”

"Perhaps she is of mixed race, and the fact that she is so interested in Russian affairs may have something to do with blood..." Mouri Kogoro touched his chin, guessing uncertainly.

Tang Ze smiled and shook his head, but did not answer this time.

Of course there are Russians or people of mixed Slavic descent in China, but it is obviously impossible for Scobin to be one.

Tang Ze has no medical background, but after such a long detective career and being influenced by Haibara Ai, he still has some foundation in anthropology. Therefore, although there is no spoiler information to support this aspect, Tang Ze can still see many clues. .

It is true that Pu Siqinglan has Slavic ancestry, but the mixed Asian ancestry is not Chinese at all. She came from a standard training class and has not hone her Chinese in a Chinese context. She is obviously a pure language learner. result.

"I heard from Xiaolan that you met her before. From what you said to her at that time, you seemed to think that there was something wrong with her Chinese." Mouri Kogoro saw him smiling and said nothing, and didn't ask any more questions. , but changed the direction, "When did you learn Chinese? I've never heard you say it before."

Is Tangze a hardworking person? Of course it is. It didn't surprise Kogoro Mori that he secretly learned a foreign language.

The surprising thing about Mouri Kogoro is that his skill in foreign languages ​​has reached the point where he can see through pretenders with ulterior motives who try to pretend to be nationals.

You know, in the past, at least in his study and life since coming to Emperor Dan, Tang Ze did not show any obvious language talent.

Either the language itself is special enough to Tang Ze, or Tang Ze's life in Didan itself is special enough...

This is what Maori Kogoro heard Mao Lilan say yesterday. He felt that it was very subtle and he had to get the exact answer from Karasawa.

"This." Tang Ze turned his gaze away, thinking about how to describe this matter.

Mouri Kogoro is the one who knows the least about his true identity among his many co-ops.

Don't mention his deeply hidden identities. Maori Kogoro is a pure Muggle who doesn't even know the existence of the organization. He doesn't know much about Tang Ze's parents' research. Even if he wants to blame it on cognitive science experiments, he must first have an idea of ​​the organization's magical experiments...

After thinking for a few seconds, Tang Ze gave an explanation.

"This, you know, my illness is not completely unhelpful to me. A detailed memory may not play a big role in many subjects, but it is indeed helpful in language, but it may be limited in terms of exams. Xiaolan also said that I often read English literature."

"Oh, it means that oral and application are very good..." Maori Kogoro nodded, and I don't know if he accepted his explanation.

"As for other languages, it's enough for me to come into contact with some film and television works. In fact, it's not just Chinese..." Tang Ze shrugged, "I also know a little Russian. There are also Korean and German..."

What Tang Ze said was the truth, and he even said it with reservations.

He was able to join such a dangerous team as a police academy student who had not yet graduated. His language talent, which seemed to be born for disguise, was a very important part.

As long as he was given a week or two to be exposed to this kind of language environment, he could imitate the accent to 70% and play any role with ease.

Maori Kogoro showed a look of realization: "Just watching TV and movies, can you learn to the extent that the accent is very similar? Well, I didn't even know there were such works in Russia. Then you really watched a lot of them."

"It's all blindly watching..."

Karazawa was about to explain something, and on the other side, Suzuki Sonoko, who had greeted Kaito Kid himself, walked over excitedly and waved to them enthusiastically.

"Karazawa, Akechi-kun, this way! Let me introduce you!"

After Maori Kogoro spoke, he politely walked away a little. Hoshikawa Teru, who pretended to be watching the exhibits, turned his head reflexively and saw a very familiar figure, stepping on wooden clogs slowly, walking towards the entrance.

"The Sonoko called us." Tang Ze pointed in the direction of Suzuki Sonoko, indicating that the conversation needed to end.

Maori Kogoro looked at the blue-haired boy following Suzuki Sonoko inquiringly, curled his lips, and looked disapproving, but still nodded to show that he understood.

After Tang Ze led Xingchuan Teru away quickly, it was hard to say whether it was lucky or not, Maori Kogoro turned his head and looked at the things they had just gathered around to look at.

It was a small and exquisite porcelain, with the blue-green lines on it and the pure white porcelain as white as bone against each other. It was almost unnecessary to get up and carefully observe the description next to it to tell the origin of this cultural relic.

On the other side of the exhibition hall, a magnificent and emotional calligraphy was properly hung in the middle of the display cabinet after being framed.

China, something from China again.

Is it such a coincidence?

A child who is good at Chinese food and knows how to cook Chinese food in a very orthodox way, who happens to learn Chinese as a minor language and is exposed to related culture, can even stand in front of such a cultural relic, lower his eyes, and look at these treasures that have been lost overseas with a look of pity, as if he is looking at a wanderer who will never come back after a long journey...

"This kid..." Maori Kogoro sighed as he poured the bubbling wine into his mouth.

That expression does not look like a lie, but it is definitely not a frank attitude.

What secrets does this guy Tang Ze have? What are he and those little detectives who play house like playing house doing...

Reading the error-free version! 6=9+Shu_Bar first published this novel.

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"This is Yusuke Kitagawa! You should all know him. He is the last disciple of Mr. Kisaragi Minemizu and is now known as the 'most influential painter of the younger generation'..."

"Of course I know." Before she continued, Karasawa stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with the boy who was half a head taller than her. "'Genius of color and master of emotion', right? Everyone praises you for not only your unique and outstanding style, but also for your works that always express warm and restrained strong emotions, like surging waves under the calm sea, as if different souls are torn apart in it... It's amazing, Kitagawa-kun."

Kuroba Kaito, who completely heard his yin and yang, looked back silently with a dead fish eye.

Who should I blame, Karasawa, who should I blame? You can't blame me, that doesn't make sense.

So he tightened his grip and answered in a tone that fit the role: "You sound like those reporters. I don't think my work can get so many comments."

"That's natural. Because you are a painter and make a living by painting, while they are talkers, and writing these art reviews is the source of their salary." Xingchuan Hui, who followed him, glanced at him and also spoke back.

Tang Ze often dealt with media people, but Tang Ze didn't like them. He just understood the significance of the existence of these media from a macro perspective, and then despised every reporter equally from a micro perspective.

These words were meant to disgust Tang Ze, and Xingchuan Hui certainly couldn't fail to hear it.

"This is Karasawa Akira, my classmate. And this is Akechi Goro, a famous detective." I didn't hear the gun and stick in their words, so I took it as an introduction by Suzuki Sonoko, who was chatting happily. He said, "Speaking of which, you have never met before due to many reasons. Today's occasion is really a historic moment."

Kuroba Kaito and Hoshikawa Teru first glanced at Karasawa, and after noticing each other's movements, they passed the subtle glances to each other, and both saw the same sentence in their own eyes. .

Who is to blame, Tangze, who is to blame?

So Kuroba Kaito naturally took out the hand that had been fighting with Karasawa for a while, and shook Hoshikawa Teru's hand firmly, and an atmosphere that suddenly resonated with the workers was born.

"Nice to meet you, I have long admired your name."

"You too, thank you for your hard work."

Tangze didn't react to the resentment secretly sent by the two of them. He just blinked quickly, reached out and squeezed Noah who was stuffed in his pocket.

Shoot, shoot quickly, shoot from multiple cameras.

The historic meeting between the famous painter Yusuke Kitagawa and the famous detective Goro Akechi was wonderful, so wonderful. I have been playing cosplay for so long, and I have been waiting for today!

"Click".

Suzuki Sonoko next to her was much more straightforward. She took out her phone and took a group photo of them. She looked at the three smiling people in the photo and felt quite satisfied.

Being able to bring her friends together to witness her important moment, Suzuki Sonoko felt that the gathering at this moment was much more valuable than any memory egg.

"Okay, you can take a look around. I'm going to greet the other guests first. I'll show you around later -"

After taking a satisfactory picture, Suzuki Sonoko waved her hand and left in a hurry.

As the organizer of this exhibition, she had to stand beside Shiro Suzuki today and did not have much free time to take care of her friends.

Watching her go away, and waiting until her figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the business smiles on the faces of the three people disappeared.

"You're a little shorter than me. Is it tiring to stand at 185? How does it feel to walk on stilts?" Karasawa glanced down at Kuroba Kaito's feet and asked maliciously.

"In terms of disguise, I am definitely your senior. Don't question other people's professional abilities." Kuroba Kaito glanced sideways at him, "Didn't you already arrange the candidates for the performance? Why did you specially call me to the banquet? Create an 'alibi' for me. Thank you very much."

"Part of the reason." Tang Ze said implicitly, "The main reason is that I need you to help me distinguish between these 'candidates' who are passionately pursuing the egg of memories. Who values ​​it more and is more likely to use it?" Take it seriously, it’s important.”

Kuroba Kaito, who had guessed something, narrowed his eyes: "Why, are you going to 'make something out of nothing' again? Can you even do it to this extent?"

"You really like to peek at the screen." Tangze knew that his joking statement was imitated from his fabricated description of Conan, so he complained first, and then said, "The real authentic product belongs to the person who should own it. A flawless 'fake' created by a more dazzling desire is given to the Suzuki family to decorate this art museum... This is just right, and it won't embarrass me."