The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Tang Ze was silent for a moment.

Although I don’t know how much difference there is between Conan’s understanding of “deception” and the actual situation, this statement is indeed correct.

It was just a matter of having some fun deceiving his detective friends, and also to make it easier for him to act. From the beginning to the end, his real enemies never changed, and they were never the ones Tang Ze deceived the most.

Conan stared at him closely and saw that he did not refute him immediately. He knew that his words did hit the point, and the last bit of his tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

Conan has always had complicated feelings about Goro Akechi.

Even though he didn't like this person's handling style from the moment they met, he still initially expected him to be an excellent colleague, until he learned that his true identity was the illegitimate son of Shigehiko Tōguchi.

When Conan learned the news, he had already heard from the police that after Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi died tragically in the venue, before they could continue to investigate the bribery case that had not yet been dealt with, Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi's mansion was engulfed in flames. All of Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi's immediate family members were killed in the fire, making it completely impossible to investigate the case.

The investigation was forced to terminate, the organization's goal had been achieved, and the identity of Goro Akechi, the only surviving survivor, became increasingly intriguing.

Afterwards, Conan, who had had several confrontations with Kumail, had already vaguely realized some problems.

When this identity completely coincided with Goro Akechi, those subtle premonitions were confirmed to a certain extent.

"You trust your brain as much as ever." Tang Ze, who had come back to his senses, finally sighed.

Regardless of what magical inferences Conan used to draw this conclusion, the fact that his reasoning was completely wrong but the conclusion was completely right really made Conan understand the situation.

Recalling that this wasn't the first time, Tang Ze was a little skeptical, wondering if this was some kind of built-in buff, and was once again thankful that he hadn't revealed much to Conan.

The concept is amazing, but if the questions are more detailed, won't it become an open-book exam?

"I don't trust my head." Conan shook his head. "I trust the evidence."

As he said, this is a guy who is naturally good at using words to change his own image, which means that everyone's impression of Goro Akechi, including Conan, actually comes from the attitude expressed by Goro Akechi's words.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with it. Everyone's impression of others comes from their words and actions, but this is actually also a way to take advantage of inertia.

That is, people always care more about what people say than what they observe. When a person speaks very unpleasantly, few people will think about what he does and whether it is right or wrong.

Most people are dominated by emotions, and preconceived emotions will take over their thinking first. Only a few people can see through people's appearances and think about their essence.

When Goro Akechi expressed ideas that were completely different from most detectives, acting like a profit-seeking lawyer who did things for money and had no concept of justice, naturally, those who disliked him would not analyze the final consequences of his actions.

Tang Ze, who had probably heard a little of his thoughts, was a little amused and said, "Do you think that my behavior so far has not really hurt you?"

The path is a bit wrong, but you know what, the conclusion is really not wrong.

He and Toru Amuro take care of each other. Although they sometimes have to break the law, they have already minimized the damage. Issues involving Conan and others have long been covered up by layers of protection, and the risks have been greatly reduced.

It should be said that this is the most convenient thing about having a well-informed person acting as an undercover agent.

Conan clearly understood his half-smile in a different way, and even spoke with a comforting tone: "You were born into an organization and have been controlled by it since you were very young. You have no choice. Your way of doing things is destined to be different from ours. It is unreasonable to hold you to the same standards as detectives and police officers."

People who grow up in an environment controlled by an organization are inherently different from ordinary children.

Just like Shiho Miyano in the past, her parents were killed when she was one year old. She was a scientific researcher trained by the organization. The APTX4869 she participated in the research and development has killed many people. Her only relative has been controlled by the organization for a long time and has no right to control her own destiny.

Without discussing right or wrong, and just talking about this matter, did Shiho Miyano have any choice?

Similarly, what about Hayato Tsuchiguchi who grew up in such an environment?

"Hehe, you are quite flexible." Tang Ze looked at Conan's expression subtly and found that he was very serious, so he felt even more subtly.

Of course, Conan is not so powerful as to deduce his undercover identity.

In fact, Conan was able to see through the true identities of all the undercover agents he had come into contact with, all by chance.

Shuichi Akai was able to understand the situation because he had previous contact with them, Rena Mizunashi was more or less reminded by the existence of Eisuke Hondou, and Toru Amuro was even more so, as he relied entirely on the other party's corresponding background to notice clues and then understand something.

Tang Ze, who has never received any systematic training - at least not in this life, and whose previous training was not very professional, is unreasonable and is here to be an undercover agent. If it were Goro Akechi, Conan would be even less likely to tell.

What Conan means now is that even if he committed the same crime, his situation of being forced to do so must be considered as a mitigating circumstance when sentencing.

"We can think about the details later. Now you want to deal with the organization, and I want to, too. That's enough." Conan's reaction to this question was very calm. "After we deal with them, there will be plenty of room for discussion."

The Black Organization is a group that includes many people and many forces, but they are not united.

It should be said that this is true for any organization: the more people there are and the greater the interests, the looser the relationships between individuals in each link will naturally be.

Everyone has selfish desires and their own ideas, so it is natural for factions and tendencies to emerge.

According to the information Conan has collected from various sources, the people in the Black Organization can actually be divided into three categories.

Undercover agents with different backgrounds, represented by Rena Mizunashi and the former Shuichi Akai.

They joined the organization with a mission and purpose, and some of them are even more trustworthy than those official personnel. However, the situation of the organization is complicated, and whether they are undercover agents or whether former undercover agents are still trustworthy requires careful judgment.

The real criminals, represented by Gin, Vodka and others.

No matter what channels these people use to join the organization, they are already part of this huge machine, maintaining a mafia-like order, abiding by the rules of the organization, and existing hidden in the shadows.

There is almost no possibility of subversion. If we can find out the whereabouts and information of any one of them, we should find a way to take him down directly.

And finally, there are members of the organization with rebellious hearts, represented by Vermouth and Kumail.

Their past has destined them to be unable to break away from the organization, and it will be difficult for them to find a place to stay if they leave the organization. However, this does not prevent them from standing in opposition to the organization for various purposes.

Undercover agents do not need to be persuaded, criminals cannot be persuaded, and only the last type of people, no matter what they think, have the conditions and basis to be persuaded.

This group of people may not seem like a large number, but in fact, the number of people that Conan has contacted and won over by himself is already quite a few.

Haibara Ai, once codenamed Shirley, Miyano Akemi, who was rescued by the Phantom Thieves, Vermouth, whose attitude towards them was surprisingly good despite unknown reasons, and Curacao, who broke free from her shackles and wanted to experience freedom even if she was destined to fall...

Tang Ze looked at Conan for a while, making sure that he would not show any more signs of hesitation, and couldn't help but want to imitate Hoshikawa Teru.

He was very determined, with no internal friction at all, and he seemed to have made his own logic self-consistent.

He is very confident, but because his confidence is actually somewhat justified, he seems quite annoying.

Tang Ze thought so, so he did it.

"Tsk, conceited detective." Tang Ze rolled his eyes and stopped leaning against the wall. He bent down and picked up the bag at his feet.

Conan, whose attention was always focused on the other person's face, was stunned for a moment, and then noticed that at Goro Akechi's feet was not only his suitcase that he never left behind, but also a very long golf bag.

Considering Kumail's identity and the size of the bag, it's easy to imagine its purpose.

Under Conan's gaze, the other party quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out a sniper rifle.

Even though it was pitch black all around, Conan, whose eyes had adapted to the darkness, was able to quickly identify its model.

This looks like a Remington M700 bolt-action sniper rifle...? Hmm?

Before Conan could think about it, the spear had been disassembled by the other party and quickly turned into parts on the ground, and then stuffed into the suitcase. It didn't look like they were storing gun accessories, but just stuffing everything in as if they didn't care whether the things would be bumped or damaged.

After disassembling the spear, Tang Ze simply sorted out the things in the golf bag, then opened the zipper and gestured to Conan.

The parameters of the gun once again entered Conan's mind at an inappropriate time.

This high-precision sniper rifle, including the buttstock and handguard, is almost 1.2 meters long...

"What are you standing there for? Do you want me to stuff you back into the cabinet and go upstairs myself?" Tang Ze urged.

"Uh, go up..." Conan instinctively touched the phone in his pocket when he heard him say that, and was too embarrassed to speak.

In fact, even if I didn't find him a way to cover myself and just walked up to him, I guess Gin wouldn't have time to care.

Judging from Vodka's reaction, the helper Conan brought in probably succeeded...

Conan, who knew the answer well, thought about it and pretended to be ignorant. He thanked him sincerely and then climbed into the cushioned golf bag.

Probably for the sake of lightness, the mesh of this bag is quite large, so there is no need to worry about breathability, and you can even vaguely see a little bit outside.

Feeling the zipper of the bag closing and someone lifting him up, Conan began to move quickly and couldn't help but estimate.

Conan is not considered fat among boys of seven or eight years old, but he still weighs almost twenty kilograms.

The original rifle, including accessories, bullets, etc., weighs about ten kilograms.

Adding his already heavy suitcase, Goro Akechi was now carrying about 50 to 60 kilograms of stuff, yet he walked out briskly without revealing anything...

How is this any different from just carrying another living person? Should I say this is truly the quality cultivated by the organization?

Tang Ze, who put Conan in his bag and carried him on his back, didn't feel anything. He just adjusted his expression as he walked up the stairs.

This kind of weight might have been a bit stressful for him when he had just recovered, but for Tang Ze now, it's just a piece of cake.

In fact, Tang Ze had a rough guess about what happened on the ground.

Since it is related to the organization and may face a threat of a huge disparity in strength, there are not many people Conan would choose to ask for help, and his cousin Shuichi Akai is one of them.

Nowadays, Shuichi Akai, who has changed his identity and started pretending to be a college student, can be regarded as a solid part of Conan's network. At this time, there is no reason for Conan to go alone.

The strongest fighter Gin and himself were both at the station. Those guys outside were left to Shuichi Akai. They were just like side dishes, and they could be picked up in a few chopsticks. It was normal that no one answered Vodka's phone call.

As expected, when he walked out of the station, Vodka's car drove over and stopped in front of him.

"Get in the car." Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was obviously not in a good mood and spoke very briefly, "Let's go first."

"What's wrong?" Tang Ze asked, but he had already opened the back door and got in. "What's going on?"

The three of them arrived at this place separately, and theoretically there was no need for them to leave together. Their behavior was probably because they had discovered Akai Shuichi's Ip Man-like record.

"Someone was attacked." Gin, who was smoking a cigarette, frowned and didn't notice the golf bag that Tang Ze had casually thrown on the empty seat in the back seat.

Even though the original target was the weak Itakura Taku, Vodka, worried that the other party would call the police, still called over more than 20 people.

These twenty or so people are not novices. The ambush points and hiding places they found are standard and concealed enough. But now they have all been disconnected. The attackers are definitely not ordinary policemen.

With an unknown attacker nearby, Itakura Taku could call the police at any time. Given Gin's level of alertness, it is normal for him to decide to evacuate without being exposed.

"Who didn't find it?" Tang Ze held down the bag with one hand to prevent Conan from moving nervously, and asked casually, "It's impossible for Itakura Taku to find help of this level, right?"

"That's not necessarily true." Gin sneered, "I'll find out."

Hearing the warning in his words that he didn't want others to interfere, Tang Ze made a gesture of surrender: "Okay, you are the senior, you have the final say. Take me back to the office, I still need to pack my things."

Gin exhaled a puff of cigarette and didn't give any orders. Vodka, who thought he had agreed, silently turned the steering wheel and adjusted the route.

"You, go back and inform Bourbon." Gin, who had smoked half a cigarette, suddenly said, "I agree with his plan."

He smelled a familiar scent from the fact that they were able to deal with so many people and accurately locate this place in such a short time at the station.

Bourbon's statement, although absurd, may not be without basis.

Conan, who was lying straight in the bag and didn't dare to move, pricked up his ears.