The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

As for what cognitive science is, after such a long period of exposure, Conan has almost caught up on it.

It’s not that I understand it more, but at least I have a general understanding of the many theories proposed by the Tang Ze couple, and how the corresponding medical research work was carried out.

However, this doesn't actually solve much of Conan's confusion, because it still doesn't explain what Joker is like.

With the guidance of Karasawa and Haibara Ai, Conan, who got the first-hand information, was scratching his head. Organizations that did not get so much information might not understand it as well as Conan does now.

Therefore, the situation of Goro Akechi is even more puzzling.

But now, no matter which side it is, they all use various methods to express that their abilities are inseparable from Tang Ze...

Conan couldn't help but think of his own assumption that Joker's ability might have been grafted from Karasawa, and that Karasawa and Haibara Ai always avoided the subject when talking about the power of cognitive Joker and rarely stated the truth. He couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted.

Trying hard to suppress his nervous energy, Conan asked calmly, "I understand that if Tang Ze is controlled by the organization, this code name will belong to him, but you said that your code name was obtained with Tang Ze's help..."

"It's better if you don't let your imagination run wild." Tang Ze shook his head, interrupting Conan's speculation that was about to become darker and darker, and continued to answer him with the truth, "Don't have any strange thoughts like 'Tang Ze is being oppressed by the organization behind your back'... I said, my connection with him is much deeper than you think."

Conan lowered his brows, not quite trusting him: "...What this means is that the organization has been using you to get what it needs from him?"

"How could that be?" Tang Ze smiled, his face revealing some of his own emotions, "You got it wrong."

Tang Ze, who had not been using cosmetic contact lenses, blinked his eyes. The bright gold completely occupied his pupils. The power from the coop placed those entry modules in front of him.

Tang Ze reached out and readjusted his team list which had been too bloated in the past few days, then casually took a piece from it.

He pinched his fingertips and, under Conan's shocked gaze, pressed them directly into the table.

"It was Tang Ze who, through me, made the organization believe that they had obtained what they needed. This was the real way to ensure Tang Zezhao's safety. I made the organization believe that Tang Zezhao was just an ordinary child who was lucky and unlucky to be born into the Tang Ze family, and that I was the one who was favored by fate."

Tang Ze was not performing magic, he was simply pressing his fingers into the shadow cast by his palm on the table.

——This actually comes from Teru Hoshikawa’s special ability, that is, his special buff related to shadows.

This is also the best way to completely connect Kumail's identity with the real Hoshikawa Teru. This special ability BD self-selection editor, which was recently introduced, is hard to say whether it can increase the interaction and feel in a fight, but it is really useful for deceiving people.

"In the eyes of the organization, strictly speaking, everything that belonged to Tang Zezhao has been plundered by Kumail. Since the organization only needs this one person, it doesn't matter who it is. What difference does it make whether it's me or him?"

This is a completely true statement that cannot be faulted. Anyone who comes here will have to praise Tang Ze for his sincerity.

But Conan's eyes were almost popping out of his frame as he was shocked by the underlying logic he expressed one after another.

"You, you mean, you took on the pressure of the organization for Tang Ze..."

"No, no, don't package this behavior so friendly. For Tang Ze, this is pressure, but for someone like me who came from an organization, this is obviously a great fortune. I was chosen from the obscure cannon fodder and made a big splash. I gained power that I could never have in the past, and I gradually became a lucky person who can control my own destiny..."

Tang Ze said this half in a performance and half seriously, his eyes no longer fixed on Conan.

Although the naked eye couldn't tell where Xingchuan Hui was, Tarot and the team list told him that Xingchuan Hui was hiding in some corner like a mushroom.

Tang Ze then said sincerely, "Tang Ze has long been tied to all of this, and so have I. Do not test me or try to sow discord between us... I repeat, my connection with him is much deeper than you think."

No matter how much Hoshikawa Teru despises himself, the unavoidable fact is that Hoshikawa Teru is the springboard for the success of Tang Ze's plan.

He was able to get along with everyone, make a living in the cracks, and finally break free from that desperate situation, which was definitely inseparable from the help of Xingchuan Hui.

Conan finally got over his shock and looked at Goro Akechi, who didn't seem to have any intention of joking or exaggerating. He fell into silence again, trying to reorganize his words and logic.

Tang Ze also had no time to care about the detective's feelings.

Hearing the expected shattering sound beside his ears, Tang Ze closed his eyes.

More importantly, this completely unexpected Moon Tarot from Hoshikawa Teru is one of the prerequisites for Tang Ze to face up to his own identity and the world.

Toru Amuro brought Tang Ze down from his condescending super-game perspective, and Teru Hoshikawa made him deeply understand that this period of life cannot be squandered and manipulated at will by relying on some advanced information and cognition.

Being reborn is a miracle in itself. If you waste it, even God will not tolerate it.

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"...You are really brave."

Tang Ze, who had also not slept all night, was expressing his feelings while drinking coffee about the little detective who had just returned from his adventure and was brought to him by Haibara Ai by the ear.

"Well, uh, I can't help it..." Conan smiled awkwardly, "I still have to thank Noah for what happened yesterday."

Conan doesn't know any computer experts. Dr. Agasa is mainly an inventor, and Haibara Ai is mainly a drug developer. They are both the type who can use computers and have good skills, but they can basically only use vertical field software.

It goes without saying who was helping him when he was in Itakura Taku's villa and when he was trying to crack the key left by Itakura Taku.

That's not just helping him in secret, it's almost like he's openly using hacking tools to piss off all the hackers in the world.

"It's difficult for you, but for Noah, it's a piece of cake." Tang Ze yawned as he leaned lazily against the coffee table. "But I'll accept this thank you on his behalf."

With Noah's protection, your information security can be guaranteed no matter where you go or what you do.

It should be said that Noah's Ark can do much more than this. The reason why strong artificial intelligence is the crown jewel in the computer field is that its significance is probably more powerful than everyone present understands.

Nowadays, the way all of them use it can be described as a cow chewing a peony, which is a complete waste.

"Without him, I might have been able to handle the previous problems, but it would have been more complicated." Conan once again emphasized the timeliness and necessity of assistance, then turned his head furtively to observe, "Where's Noah, is he there? So, the previous tracking procedure..."

He came to find the Phantom Thieves before he even finished his sleep. Thanking them was just a side note, but he had two main purposes.

One, of course, is the tampering of Noah's Ark on the CD of Itakura Taku.

Itakura Taku was not killed by Soma Ryusuke. He is still alive and may be found by the organization.

In order to protect him, even if Conan wanted to destroy the key directly to prevent the software from falling into the hands of the organization, he could not do so.

The organization will only think that it was Taku Itakura who broke the contract, and the subsequent retaliation will inevitably fall on him who is innocent.

Only with Noah's Ark as a backup could he safely hand the things over to Gin. He believed that in this regard, Itakura himself was not as accurate in his judgment as Noah.

Whether it can fall into the hands of the organization, whether it will interfere with the program function, whether it can track the location of the core of the organization's computer room, etc., all depends on Noah's arrangements.

Conan mainly came to ask this.

“It’s already taken effect.”

As Conan's eyes swept over, the TV in the living room, which had been turned off all year round, turned on by itself.

Noah put his face so close that all that could be seen on the big screen was a pair of green eyes with constantly scrolling data streams, and a voice came faintly from the speakers.

"I've been controlled by them for a long time, and I'm familiar with their style. The tracking program has already started working. When they bring the key to the effective location and try to unlock the program, I'll know their location."

"That's great!" Conan clapped his hands and continued to think along this line of thought, "Well, in this case, if I call the police, what reason should I use..."

"Why call the police?" Noah tilted his head, his large green eyes shifting on the screen. "There's no need to go through so much trouble."

"Eh?"

"Don't they do this all the time themselves? 'Night Baron' and all that. I only need to imitate it a little bit and I can destroy all their computers. But before that, I will find out what they want with Itakura Taku's program."

Noah's tone was still flat, but one could sense his confidence tinged with a hint of pride.

With the increase in computing power and the use of the guise of holographic games to contact humans and understand the online world, Noah's humanization program is still improving. Although his body shape has not changed much, Tang Ze estimates that it is almost the same as the state set by Hiroki Sawada as if he were one year older.

"That's what I really want to ask." Conan said seriously, looking at the TV—although he wasn't sure if Noah could see it. "What exactly is that program Itakura Taku used for? He described it as if the world would be destroyed if it were developed."

Speaking of this, I have to say that I don't know if it's because Takuna Itakura has developed too many games, read too many Chuunibyou copywriting, and has symptoms of persecution delusions, so the content of his diary is extremely exaggerated.

What do you mean by not continuing to develop it for the good of human civilization? Do you think so highly of yourself?

"Then he really thought too much."

Noah's Ark snorted and moved the camera a little further away so that his entire face appeared in the picture.

Then he raised his finger, where the screws and joints on the side could be seen, and pointed at himself.

"The program that can truly destroy human civilization has long been developed."

Noah was indeed very dissatisfied with the fact that Taku Itakura took over some of the data and source code that once belonged to Hiroki.

On the one hand, he felt that this was a blasphemy to Hongshu's development achievements and development goals. On the other hand, he also scoffed at the organization's complete operation of buying the box and returning the pearl.

A genius like Hiroki cannot be created by just spending money or piling up production.

Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang, but thirty thousand research laboratories cannot win a Nobel Prize. When it comes to development and academia, how can the genius's inspiration be covered up and replaced by simply outsourcing?

Hiroki Sawada is the world's number one programmer, as Noah's Ark said!

After thinking carefully about what Noah's Ark had done, and how he was now even more powerful with the help of the Phantom Thieves, Conan couldn't refute it: "..."

It’s true, Noah’s Ark is a strong artificial intelligence.

This is not a problem of the Omnic Crisis anymore. If we give Noah some time, it is indeed possible to make human civilization regress.

We can only be thankful that even though Hiroki Sawada was not able to adapt to the educational environment and faced so many hardships and pains, he did not grow up astray and is still a kind and pure child.

Any other developer, even an adult with good intentions, who has been tortured by complex energy and conflicts of interest, would not be able to create such a pure and benevolent artificial intelligence.

"As for that program, you can think of it as..." Noah's gaze shifted noticeably as he spoke, "...they belatedly realized that the holographic game cocoon might be another way to connect to the essence of the human mind, and they're trying to remedy the situation."

The organization believes that the cognitive world exists, but lacks understanding of the concept of the temple and how the mind truly manifests itself.

So, even if they have received the correct answer before, they don’t know that it is the answer.

It was only with the activeness of the Phantom Thief of Heart and the small-scale "screening" in the amphitheater of Noah's Ark that they finally realized that Noah could, to some extent, do things that had the same effect as the Phantom Thieves.

It is not too late to mend the situation. They did not pursue the goal of building another Noah's Ark, but instead began to focus on this one direction, wanting to create another disguised brain-computer interface.

If they were allowed to succeed, they might actually find something, a method of transmitting consciousness or mechanical ascension. However, no matter how hard they tried, they would not succeed, and Noah would not let them succeed.

"Hmm, Noah has answered your first question." Seeing that Conan had no more questions, Noah turned off the TV. Tang Ze put down his empty coffee cup and took over the conversation again, "Tell me, what else do you want to ask today?"

"Eh, is it obvious?"

Tang Ze controlled the urge to roll his eyes.

God knows what settings the detective's clever brain has added without permission since the conversation ended yesterday. It's written all over his face like he got a martial arts secret book and wants to sell it.