The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"So you got Joker's mailbox?" Sitting on a table and chair outside the Polo Cafe, Tang Ze yawned and asked Conan while casually flipping through the exercise book.

Fortunately, the math teacher doesn't care much about handwriting problems. The handwriting difference in this exercise book that has been written by two ghostwriters is really not small. However, Karasawa didn't care at all and said that the experience was good and he would dare to do it next time.

Conan stared at the note with bitterness and hatred. On it was the transcribed email address left by joker.

The notice letter was so distinctive that he didn't dare to just run out with it, it was too eye-catching.

"And I got a reply from him." Conan was puzzled. "He said before that he knew the identity of the man in black, but he refused to explain clearly in the email and only asked me to attend the game conference on time... Is there any reason why I have to go?"

If you don't go, what if the tequila doesn't explode? Karasawa is still waiting for the achievement update, and he's almost tired of drinking whiskey.

"Is there a possibility?" Tang Ze misled seriously, "Joker has reasons why he can't show up. For example, those people know him, those people may discover him, or he has sun allergy, social phobia..."

As he talked, Tang Ze was really moved.

Yes, he now has the skill to disguise himself, and Joker's white-haired image is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Can he create another realistic image for Joker? For example, people with albinism cannot receive direct sunlight, and their eyes cannot be exposed to direct sunlight due to the disease, so they are like a blind man...

Great idea, write it down.

What and what. Conan's eyebrows twitched.

The first two reasons are reasonable. Maybe Joker has a certain relationship with those people, which prevents him from being there in person. You must know that this is also a guy who can disguise himself. If he wants to sneak into the venue and investigate on his own, there is no need to use a detective. Hands to check something...

What's that thing behind? Let's not talk about the joker's chuunibyou style of being cool and having a lot of anger written on his face. First of all, if you have social phobia, you can't put little cards in people's pockets everywhere! It’s hard to refute sun allergy. After all, everyone has never seen joker in the daytime...

No, where are you? Conan retracted his divergent thoughts and looked at Karasawa pouting: "Did you tell Mr. Amuro that you are going to the press conference?"

"Don't worry, he has already agreed, and he won't come here to scold you with a stern face." Karasawa really sympathized with Conan, and he didn't know whether it was because the image he played was really successful, or whether Conan's physique was really conspicuous in the incident, Amuro Tohru would always use an attitude of "you are leading a bad boy" to tell him to stop running around with Conan. "Moori-san and Suzuki-san will also come this time, as well as Mr. Mori."

"Yeah..." Thinking of this, Conan felt helpless. "Mantiantian made a detective game based on Uncle Maori, and invited him and Xiaolan to attend the press conference. As soon as Yuanzi heard that you were going , she immediately wanted to come with her, her family has many cooperative projects with Mantiantian, and it is very simple for her to get a ticket."

Really, since Joker will specifically ask him to participate, then maybe something big will happen to this event, but Conan's current status has no position to object to their presence...

I have a headache.

Karasawa patted Conan sympathetically: "There is no other way, just make peace with it now. At least Mr. Mori and the others are very good in physical skills. If there is a violent case, it will be safer than you alone."

Conan nodded heavily, and thought of everything that happened on the ship, following Toru Amuro just mentioned.

"...Karasawa, do you know Mr. Amuro? He is a friend of your parents?"

"No, but, um..." Karasawa thought of the skin that Toru Amuro had given him now, and added, "He is someone my parents can trust."

You don't have to trust him, he's from the iron-blooded police.

Conan sighed: "So, is your parents' situation very bad? When I was on the boat, I saw him with a gun. Is their friend such a dangerous character?"

Karasawa suddenly realized, yes, no wonder he always felt that something was missing. He had not played Conan yet this time. He only played Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro that day. It was time to give Conan a shot too.

"Actually..." Tang Ze put down the exercise book, stared at his fingers, and slowly entered into the mood, "I haven't told you yet. I got the news a few days ago that my parents have passed away."

Conan's eyes widened for a moment: "Eh?"

"So there is indeed something very fishy about my case." His eyes were slightly out of focus, and Tangze slowly curled up his hands, portraying a very layered image of being depressed and still trying to analyze calmly, "It is impossible for them to entrust a lawyer to come. Handling my case. They were gone by then."

Conan opened and closed his lips, looking at Tang Ze who was in a trance, speechless.

"I should trust them more." Tang Ze's voice became lower and lower, but he couldn't stop talking, as if he couldn't control his emotions otherwise, "Even if we haven't seen each other for many years, my parents won't believe me." They belong to criminals. If they had been nice and said nothing, they would have come back to see me... I was immersed in my own emotions, resentful and dissatisfied with them... If I had thought of it earlier, if I had contacted them earlier... …”

Conan was a little at a loss. He was not the type who was very good at comforting people, especially when it was so heavy. He didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Should he say "I'm sorry" first, or should he comfort Tangze first and be more open-minded.

After a moment of silence, he could only cover Tang Ze's clenched fists with a large circle of his hands.

"Then you should cheer up." He said awkwardly, trying to express comfort, "The death of your parents may be related to your case, leave it to me, and we will get to the bottom of it together. Find their killer."

Conan only felt how pale his words were. This kind of encouragement sounded thin and weak when spoken out.

Tang Ze lowered his head, not knowing whether he was holding back tears or suppressing his emotions. He just opened his palm, grabbed his small hand, and held it in his palm.

"I am a disciple of Sherlock Holmes. You must have confidence in me." Conan did not break away from Tangze's tight grasp.

In the cafe, Toru Amuro sneezed twice involuntarily after wiping the cup, and pinched his nose in confusion.

Is someone scolding him?

He looked along the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe and looked at Conan and Tang Ze who were sitting on the outdoor sofa chairs, holding hands inexplicably.

What are a high school student and an elementary school student talking about while shaking hands with serious faces?