The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Before answering, Tang Ze consciously raised his hand to block Conan's head.

With Gin's sharp five senses, the little stuffing in the bag is useless. Tang Ze has been trying to maintain a breathing pattern that is almost the same frequency, so that Gin will not notice that there is a fourth breathing sound in the car.

Conan was so excited that even if he tried to control himself consciously, there would inevitably be some noise, so he had to be on guard.

After adjusting his breathing rhythm, Tang Ze pretended that he was looking for something, opened the buckle of the suitcase, quickly pulled out two pieces of paper, and handed them to the co-pilot seat.

"'DNA test report'?" Gin took it and took a look at it, scoffing, "If Bourbon believed this, he wouldn't have come up with a plan."

In order to go undercover in the organization, Shuichi Akai handled his identity information very thoroughly. Even the FBI needed to use the items he had recently come into contact with to determine whether he was dead or not, not to mention the organization.

Toru Amuro also seized on this point, insisting that he could not conclude that Shuichi Akai was dead because he had not seen the complete body and witnessed the other party's death.

Before, Gin regarded his words as unreasonable.

Gin witnessed the execution, which was carried out by Kiel himself. If you disagree with it, who do you think you are?

What? Do you have to kill him yourself to prove that he is really dead?

However, after experiencing tonight, Gin's thoughts wavered slightly.

It's not that I'm hesitant to trust Toru Amuro, I just have a few doubts.

The doubt came from the fact that the other party was able to take care of so many people so quickly, but never showed up, as if worried about being exposed to them.

If we dig deeper, Gin would say that rather than Akai Shuichi coming back to life, it would be more accurate to suspect that an unidentified high-level fighter has emerged from somewhere and is trying to track down the organization.

The organization's enemies are not just the official departments of various countries. He has seen a lot of hounds from all sides.

Besides, it's a colleague's project and I don't have to spend my own money, so just agree to it and let Bourbon do whatever he wants.

"It sounds like he has more confidence in Akai Shuichi than in himself." Tang Ze laughed in agreement. "Can anyone really survive at that level?"

Gin, who was putting out the cigarette in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror calmly when he heard this: "Really? You can't do it?"

The carriage fell into silence for two or three seconds.

Conan, who had already sensed Goro Akechi's intentions from his actions, tried hard to suppress his emotions and maintain regular breathing, but he could feel his heart beating in his chest.

Sure enough, his idea was correct.

Kumail's ability is definitely related to "hallucinations", "illusions" or mental disorders.

In such a dead end, the charred corpse must be exposed at just the right moment. Conan, who participated in planning all of this, was very aware of the difficulty. Even someone as capable of execution as Shuichi Akai did not have the confidence to survive 100%. He even had a special conversation with Rena Mizunashi, asking her to do it with the goal of actually killing him.

Under such circumstances, the fact that Gin could ask back so confidently is enough to explain many problems.

"...Ah, I almost forgot. If it were me, maybe it would be possible." Tang Ze answered in a light tone.

To be honest, although Gin had some misunderstandings about him, he really didn't have any misunderstandings about him.

If Tang Ze were to come up and perform this act himself, he might actually die in front of Gin. Is it that difficult to hide the truth?

Gin took out another cigarette, turned his head, and pointed the unlit butt of the cigarette at Tang Ze, who was smiling businesslike. "Just so you know. The core members always carry those golden little things. If you have a very active mind, it's best to hide it carefully."

This suggests that the organization is well aware of his abilities and believes that the X-alloy has the ability to suppress his powers, just as it did with the Joker.

Tang Ze kept smiling, said nothing, and reached into his pocket.

When he pulled his hand out, his fingertips were already holding a lighter. Without saying anything, he silently lit the cigarette.

The lighter looked somewhat familiar to Gin. It was the one that Tang Ze used when he was taken to apply for the job.

Gin didn't avoid his approach, and lit the cigarette with the flame, just like he did before.

This is a kind of silence that expresses submission.

Turning back, Gin said nothing more but just raised his hand.

Vodka, who had been driving at a snail's pace for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the brakes completely, and stopped the car on the side of the road.

Tang Ze picked up his two heavy bags, carried them on his back without saying a word, got out of the car, and walked into the Amuro Detective Agency where the lights were still on with a relaxed gait.

Only after his figure disappeared behind the office door did the low-key black car finally drive away.

"……trouble."

After opening the blinds a little and watching the car leave, Tang Ze threw the bag containing Conan onto the single sofa next to him, adjusted his sitting position a little uncomfortably, and sat down on the leather sofa.

I'm used to sitting on bean bag sofas, but I always feel something is wrong when sitting on this expensive leather sofa.

"hiss--"

Conan was caught off guard and was hit out. He bounced in the bag, struggled for a moment, and finally got out of the zipper bag.

"Hey, there's someone in the bag, don't be so rude..." Conan climbed up from the bag with difficulty, pulled off the cotton wool stuck on his body, and complained, but he was actually secretly looking at Goro Akechi's expression.

Gin's words couldn't even be called a warning; they were almost like pointing at someone's nose and giving them a warning.

After being suppressed like this, I'm sure this person's mood will not improve for a while.

Noticing his actions, Tang Ze laughed and shook his head: "Don't be like that, I'm not that fragile. When Gin really wants to warn someone, he won't be so easy to talk to."

This level of effort is just a matter of convenience, just to prevent his subordinates from showing their teeth. It is not very strong, and Tang Ze is in a very calm mood.

Moreover, from his words, it can be seen that the organization is indeed showing signs of being fooled and is firmly convinced that the X-alloy can affect the ability of the mask user.

It’s good that you believe it. Only if you believe it can I sell all the wheelchairs, right?

However, he said it so easily that Conan began to feel heavy, and deep down in his heart he somewhat understood this guy's position.

Such unfriendly targeting has become commonplace. Isn't this similar to what happened to Haibara in the organization in the past?

Perhaps it is because these people, including Curacao, have been controlled by the organization since they were very young. The organization is like an extremely incompetent parent who assumes that all children are his or her property.

They know how to use intimidation and bribery to deal with other people, but they are already used to manipulating these children. If they cannot give them enough respect, they will not be able to win their hearts.

It's understandable that these people have no loyalty to the organization...

After a few seconds of sighing, Conan quickly returned his focus to the conversation that had just taken place: "The bourbon that Gin mentioned, is it...?"

Conan, who had heard similar naming methods from Shuichi Akai and Ireland, had realized that this name must also be a code name.

Bourbon whiskey, a very famous type of whiskey, is simply referred to as Bourbon, just like Irish and Rye.

Another code to be cracked...

"My supervisor." Tang Ze stood up to make tea without turning his head.

"Regulator?"

"Ah, that's pretty much what the jailer meant. As long as I don't lose control, we can live in peace. But if I do something out of line, he has the power to execute me first and then report me."

Tang Ze spoke part of the truth in a light tone.

This is not Tang Ze deliberately creating an atmosphere. The boss really set up the relationship between Bourbon and Kumail in this way.

Perhaps they predicted that Kumail's success was related to cognitive psychology, and knew that if Bourbon was not given higher authority, the suspicion would be unbalanced, so they added this clause of acting first and reporting later.

Seeing him say such a sentence nonchalantly, Conan widened his eyes slightly.

"No need for that expression." Tang Ze poured the boiling water into the teapot without looking back. "I just gave him a little more power, but I didn't say I couldn't fight back. If it really came to that, who knows who would be the one to die."

Closing the lid of the teapot, Tang Ze couldn't help but imagine what this sentence meant.

Suppose, he meant suppose, if he and Furuya Rei really had to perform a life-and-death show to the organization that they were mortal enemies and only one person could get out alive, who would be the one who "died"?

It's hard to say. Since they are clearly aware of each other's limits, they might be very serious and fight with real weapons with the determination to kill each other.

Whoever goes out upright will continue to act, and whoever lies down will pretend to be dead. That's about it.

After completing the plan, Tang Ze nodded with satisfaction, poured two cups of tea, and brought them back to the table.

Then he met Conan's eyes, which were wide open, and he looked as if he was about to be moved by the cruel scene he described.

"What's with that expression?" Tang Ze's mouth twitched, and he placed the teacup in front of Conan. "Stop looking at me. If you keep looking, I won't be able to tell you who Bourbon belongs to."

A detective should do his job as a detective and do his own homework.

"I'll figure it out." Blinking quickly, Conan picked up the teacup.

It wasn't that he was shocked by the scene Goro Akechi described; he just sensed a hint of cruelty in the other party's nonchalant tone.

Especially when Mingzhi turned around and revealed that young face, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

This is the child who grew up in the organization...

After adjusting his mood, Conan spoke again and asked, "So, you are a codenamed member named 'Kumair', not just an ordinary person associated with the organization as we thought before. Does Tang Ze know about this?"

Regardless of how Kumail acted or how he was described by the organization or others, as Conan said, his actions, in actual effect, have always achieved the effect of protecting him and Haibara Ai.

For example, in Osaka, or the call of Vermouth at the dock.

What Kumail did did not harm him. What really concerned Conan was Tang Ze's affairs.

When Akechi Goro's status was further improved, the truth pointed to by the previous statement that Akechi Goro was chosen to force and control Tang Ze became very intriguing.

This was Conan's only concern.

Tang Ze himself picked up the teacup, shook the clear tea inside, and shrugged his shoulders.

"know."

Conan raised his head.

"My connection to Tang Ze has always been deeper than you imagine. I've probably told you before that any speculation that Akechi Goro would harm Tang Ze is nonsense." Tang Ze still answered truthfully. "I can even tell you that I got my code name because of Tang Ze."

Conan, who was about to reach out and pick up the teacup again, with trembling fingertips, withdrew his hand: "...What do you mean?"

Although it is unclear how the organization's code name members obtained their code names, the information obtained from Shuichi Akai and Ai Haibara is sufficient to prove that not everyone can become a code name member.

The organization does not have particularly obvious distinctions between subordinates and ranks, but members with code names are basically equivalent to the organization's cadres and management, and have the authority to mobilize grassroots members. This is very clear.

So what did Tang Ze pay to allow a person with such an embarrassing identity to become a member of the organization?

Yes, it’s an awkward identity. This is how Conan defines Goro Akechi, who perhaps wasn’t called his current name yet.

Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi himself is not very deep in the organization, he is just a marginal figure. He is also Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi's illegitimate son, which makes him even more marginal among the marginals.

In addition, no matter how tactful Tang Ze was, it was not difficult to hear the fact that they had met during the organization's illegal human experiments. It was not easy for him to counterattack and become a code member.

Tang Ze took a sip of tea slowly, put down the cup again, and looked at Conan meaningfully.

"If Tang Ze hadn't used his own methods to resist the organization's invasion and had been completely controlled by the organization before coming to Tokyo, this code name would have belonged to him."

It is still the truth, the truest truth.

Tang Ze, who had somewhat glimpsed other possibilities, spoke very firmly.

Kumail, this is not a code name belonging to a specific person, but a vacancy left by the organization for the mask that they have always longed for but never got.

"Varied……"

"He's younger than me. No one expected him to be able to resist the organization's various tricks. They can control the genuine goods, so they will definitely not consider a second-rate product like me." Tang Ze observed Conan's stiff expression with his peripheral vision. "Without Tang Ze's active help, I will always be just an ordinary person. Do you understand what I mean?"

What Tang Ze said is very misleading, but from the perspective of Hoshikawa Teru, it is also the truth.

If Tang Ze had not discovered him, if Tang Ze had not taken him to travel through the other world and helped him to overcome his inner demons step by step, no matter what, Xingchuan Hui would at most be just an ordinary person who was hardworking and persevering.

Conan, who was understandably completely different from him, had his pupils shaking.