The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Tang Ze, who had become somewhat immune to it, picked out a piece of cake that was so choking that it could kill you. He looked at him twice but didn't feel anything.

Souji Okita is not so KY as to not pay attention to the atmosphere at all. He said this partly because he knew that Tang Ze didn't mind this topic.

To exaggerate a little, he had somewhat realized that Tang Ze not only didn't mind, but in this situation, he might even want to use the scenery to express his emotions and recall the past, so he decided to test Tang Ze's attitude.

His attitude towards Kyoto, his attitude towards the past, and, from which we can get a glimpse, his attitude towards his friend who represents the past.

"Don't worry, Okita. My memory has had some problems before, but not to the extent that I can't remember this." Karasawa, who saw through Okita Souji's intentions, took the initiative to say, "Although the angle is a little different, the atmosphere of the cherry blossoms at night is still very similar to the feeling of looking out from my house."

"Then just consider it my own imagination." Seeing that he had exposed the truth, Okita Souji admitted it generously. "Later, Hattori told me that it wasn't just the day of the incident that was affected. You might have misled your memories of the past as well. I couldn't help but feel scared."

Out of consideration for the fact that there were people around who didn't know much about the situation, Okita spoke vaguely, but the emotions he described were real.

Tang Ze is not very familiar with the people in his class, but just because of his hyperamnesia, he should have a deep-rooted impression of his classmates.

It was this guy who told Hattori Heiji that someone had posted stickers of his sentencing in the school and spread rumors that were unfavorable to him. This content was not correct in any way. This weird and perverse feeling made Okita Souji feel very uneasy.

Hyperthymesia patients have memory problems. The more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes. It may even make people wonder if the problem lies with their own memory.

"Ah, it did have an impact." Tang Ze nodded. "I should say that when I first arrived in Tokyo, my head was dizzy and I was quite confused. I was in a trance so bad that I even couldn't remember my own name."

"Has it reached this point?" Mao Lilan, who had never heard of this, was stunned and a little nervous.

The other two girls at the table also showed worried expressions. Toyama Kazuha, who was sitting closer, even reached out and tried to pat Tang Ze on the head to comfort him.

Tang Ze dodged the dark-skinned man above him without leaving a trace before he could look at him. He picked up his teacup and said, "Don't worry, I only hesitated for a short moment. I never doubted that I was Tang Ze. I have a very clear self-awareness. Of course, I know there's a conspiracy behind the case. The mastermind must have affected my mental state during my imprisonment. You all know this to some extent, right? I've fully recovered now, so don't worry."

What has been recovered cannot be recovered.

As for the memory trauma, the organization did it, and Tang Ze did it too - he was much more cruel to himself than the organization, so there is nothing to worry about.

The girls still looked worried, but Okita Souji seemed to have calmed down.

"I'm relieved when you say that." Okita Souji shook his teacup. "If possible, you should find a chance to go to the school. Others don't believe me just by listening to my story. You know, your style has changed so much."

The cool guy who lived like a hermit became healthy and lively after going to Tokyo, traveling with new friends all day long. No one believed this, and Souji Okita felt that it was definitely not his problem.

"If there is a chance, yes." Tang Ze curled his lips and said nothing more.

If appropriate, he might have individual contact with a few of his classmates from Kyoto Izumi High School, but he would try his best to avoid returning to that environment.

Who knows how many organizations have spies in such a large school?

Okita Souji's explanation of his drastic change in personality might even make the people in the dark feel more at ease.

Director General Okita sighed deeply, not knowing whether he understood Tang Ze's refusal. He held his chin and looked at the river outside the terrace, and calmed down for a short time.

The sounds of the geishas and guests singing and dancing along to the game upstairs could be heard downstairs. The full moon peeked out from the tops of the cherry trees, casting a cold night light, creating a quite tranquil atmosphere.

Suzuki Sonoko turned her head and looked at the box above her head with disdain: "These uncles are so energetic at this time... Forget it, ignore them. Xiaolan, come and take some pictures for me!"

This group of people won’t leave easily for a while, so they should just focus on their own experience, eat and drink well, and avoid any trouble!

"I've been listening for a long time, but I haven't heard any clues." Hattori Heiji, who was sitting in the box observing the group from Sannoji, rolled his eyes and stretched lazily. "This is the first time I've seen this uncle smile so happily."

Kogoro Mouri was sitting face to face with the geisha Chiga Suzu, playing the Konpira-sen, clap their wine glasses back and forth to the rhythm of the shamisen. He looked so focused, much more attentive than when he was solving a case.

"If you don't like it, you can take a few pictures and ask Xiaolan to send them to Aunt Kisaki Eri later." Conan was already used to Kogoro Mouri exuding the standard middle-aged temperament in many such places, so he suggested directly.

"...Although I don't mind doing this, if I get discovered afterwards, I will definitely be held accountable, right?" Hattori Heiji shook his head, refusing to get involved in this mess at this time.

No matter what they say, their relationship has not completely broken down, and they are still in a lingering relationship as ex-spouses. He is afraid that if he gets involved, he will end up being beaten up by a mixed couple.

"Uncle Mori is just like this, let him be..." Conan said, moving his eyes away from the figure standing on the river bank, who could be vaguely identified as Officer Ayanokouji, and looked at the few people talking and laughing below.

The three girls gathered together and talked and laughed. Tang Ze was pulling her bag back from Okita Souji's hand, and they looked very happy.

Never mind, there's nothing wrong with giving your brain a break and relaxing...

"He has entered an Interpol facility in the Pacific. Can this information be confirmed?"

Tang Ze, who had rescued his commuter bag, leaned against the railing, made a phone call gesture to them, fiddled with the headphones under his hair, and his voice was cold and indifferent to his expression.

If Binga had already entered the offshore facility, he would wait for indirect inquiries to confirm the newly built property of Suzuki Sonoko's family and their subsequent travel plans.

Having missed the opportunity to intercept him in advance, without Conan, a guy who could enter the whole world by showing his face, it would not be so easy to stop Binga.

"Yes." Ireland didn't react to Tang Ze's voice on the other end of the line and continued to report, "Curaçao has basically confirmed the location of several channels and cables, and there will be results soon."

He has long been accustomed to the fact that his current boss is in a constant state of transformation.

After Kumail told them directly that the communication method they were using now had the highest security factor in the world and could not be broken even if the organization intentionally eavesdropped, he didn't care what voice came from the other end of the phone as long as the number was correct.

If you discuss identity verification with a master of disguise, your boss might even think he's not smart enough and that it affects your efficiency.

"What about the range of the cameras they can control? Have you confirmed it?" Tang Ze smiled at Yuanshan Heye, took the small plate she handed over, and then confirmed it.

"According to current intelligence, these are basically police cameras that are part of the public agreement with ICPO. There are more than a hundred major cities, and each city can only cover a few core blocks and a few international airports with high throughput. Map markings are being made." Ireland answered simply.

He currently cannot confirm what Kumail's attitude is towards the so-called information platform that Binga is involved in, but no matter whether he intends to destroy it or hijack it, if the preliminary investigation is not thorough enough, and the boss regrets the decision in the future, he will be the one who gets in trouble.

In this kind of investigation, he will always strive for perfection even if no one challenges him.

Tang Ze picked up the tamagoyaki on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth while sneering: "I said, this plan of police around the world working together to improve public security is completely a pipe dream."

Tang Ze, due to his special experience in his previous life, had little direct contact with Interpol, but because the chairman of ICPO was still a Chinese until he left, he still roughly understood what was going on.

Setting up monitoring requires costs, and storing and verifying monitoring requires even more costs.

Interpol, an unofficial organization that can barely afford to spend a penny, wants to mobilize the enthusiasm of police forces around the world. It really thinks too highly of itself.

"That's true," Ireland agreed. "No matter how advanced the criminal investigation technology is, it's useless if it can't be put to use. Judging from the current progress, Boss, those things pose no threat to you."

Due to various issues such as network, cost, camera installation time, and operating background, it is good enough to find a surveillance camera that can clearly see the faces of everyone in the picture. Do you also want to monitor all the picture information in real time and capture international fugitives?

What a joke.

It's almost like a dream to bring back Noah's Ark that was taken away by the Phantom Thieves of Hearts and use it as a control for them.

"Who's worried about that?" Tang Ze ignored him. "Hurry up and confirm Binga's whereabouts and give me a plan. I don't want to see him return to the island alive. If he runs to the high seas to die, then he might as well die there."

"I will."

"Contact me if you have any questions about the implementation. I wouldn't mind giving him a personal ride."

"Understood, boss."

"Yeah. What about Rum? After Itakura Taku's things were delivered, is there any new movement?" After confirming part of the plan, he changed the subject and asked again.

Itakura Taku's surgery should have been completed. Now he has Noah's protection and the police's watch over him, so nothing will happen to him for a while.

Tang Ze planned to let him deal with the organization's contacts for a few days, and when the time was right, he would create some "accidents" in the hospital.

This was originally the "aftermath work" he took on as Kumail after the Haido Town Hospital incident, to give the organization the illusion that Kumail was not slacking off.

By then, his information and the group of people who need to be transferred will be processed together, and Itakura Taku will naturally "disappear".

Once Tang Ze's needs in the professional field are met, whether he wants to continue staying in Japan or grab his belongings and run away is no longer something Tang Ze needs to consider.

"Not yet. However, several secret sentries I left behind were alerted, and they did follow the channel to Northern Europe to search..." Ireland answered, and he couldn't help but admire his boss who was still very young on the other end of the phone.

He didn't understand the meaning of Kumail's order at first, but now he understands it a little.

The real place of death of the Tangze couple was in Northern Europe, and some people in the information organization knew this.

But only Kumail could have thought of using this information to guide Rum, who was greedy for cognitive science, to come to him.

Combined with the information handled by Kumail in the past, plus the actual warehouse and the deliberately arranged equipment, since Rum actively sought information throughout the process without any trace of guidance, Rum would definitely believe in those dangerous medical devices.

Suffering from eye problems and even more afraid of his own aging and decline, Rum is destined to fall into Kumail's trap with step-by-step hints.

As for the final results, it depends on whether Kumail can coordinate with Curacao and Vermouth to achieve a result.

However, looking at the plan that has been progressing smoothly step by step so far, Ireland can only say that the most trustworthy thing in the entire arrangement is that the person who formulated the plan is Kumail.

"Good. Well done. After you finish dealing with Binga, you can take a break for a while. The new account will be sent to you tomorrow, so hurry up and exchange the currency..." Tang Ze took over the conversation and rarely said a few words of praise.

Although they are free-range, since they are still useful now, we can't just watch them starve to death. We still have to give them the support they deserve.

The money laundered through the channels of other countries' intelligence agencies is clean and hygienic. If it is not used properly and problems arise, Ireland will be fully responsible.

Halfway through giving the order, a terrified scream pierced the peaceful night.

It came from the other side of Sakura House.

"...I won't say any more. I'm hanging up now. I'm busy here."

Tang Ze didn't explain any more, just said something perfunctory and hung up the call.

He stood up from the railing, caught up with Okita Souji, who had quick reflexes, and ran towards the source of the sound.

It’s a traditional skill. The restless murderer finally did what he was supposed to do. That’s great.

Ireland, who could clearly hear everything going on over there through the microphone, said: "..."

Slowly putting his phone away, Ireland crawled out of his sleeping bag and cleaned up his tracks, muttering to himself.

If he heard correctly, the boss was now using the disguised identity, the voice of Tang Ze Zhao, the son of the Tang Ze couple, which meant that he was still playing the role of the innocent and unlucky high school student.

Why does it feel like the boss in daily life in Japan sounds more dangerous than here?