Chapter 29 The dump truck is coming
“Hey, Xiaolan, it’s me... Oops, I know it’s sudden, but there’s nothing I can do...”
Sitting Opposite him, Tang Ze was bored with a spoon, watching it get smaller in circles as it rose and fell in the coffee, and listened to Conan secretly making phone calls with a voice changer.
"Yes, there is no clue about the case yet, and the investigation will take a long time." Conan said, thinking of the two mysterious men in black, and sighed sincerely, "I'm not sure yet. "How long?"
I don't know what Mao Lilan asked on the phone. Conan was struggling to organize his words. Suddenly he looked up at Tang Ze who was playing with candy cubes. He had an idea and said to him. The receiver of the mobile phone said seriously: "It is a very difficult case... This is an urgent secret commission, and the relationship between it is very complicated. I can only conduct an independent investigation... Yes, it is very troublesome, because it may involve malfeasance in the police department. and other issues, which I must keep strictly confidential.”
Tang Ze listened and realized something was wrong. He put down his spoon and glared at the naughty kid sitting opposite.
"...It's very difficult. The whole case is now a mystery. I can't go back to Tokyo, otherwise I might alert the snake..." Conan looked away awkwardly, not daring to look at Karasawa, and coughed twice. "Ahem, anyway, I won't be able to come back for the time being. Don't worry, I'm doing very well now..."
"I can't make up a reason, so I'm going to copy a commission and use it to fool my classmates, right?" When Conan put down his phone, Karasawa rolled his eyes angrily.
Isn’t what Conan was describing the case of Karasawa? Along with a few classic lines such as “Everyone who understands understands, and those who don’t understand don’t understand even after being told”, the reason sounds quite legitimate, after all. It involves criminal police, malfeasance and even more power and money transactions. It is indeed an errand that needs to be carried out secretly. It can be regarded as Kudo Shinichi running to work as an agent.
"Ah hahaha, you said it anyway, you have to wait until I have channels to investigate your case. Isn't there any difference? Different paths lead to the same goal!" Conan smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, in front of the client. It's really a bit embarrassing to try to graft something into something new.
Tangze looked at him strangely and thought, he is quite talented as a prophet. If he investigates the details of the case, he will really reach the same goal through different paths. Gin may have been mixed in to solve the case. Model workers? It’s normal to have them everywhere.
"Why are you ordering coffee again?" Conan quickly changed the subject and pointed to the cup in front of Tangze, "You live in a cafe, why did you come out to drink it?"
It was almost lunch time after they finished buying books. Tangze, who was too lazy to rush back, took Conan to a nearby store for lunch.
Karasawa sighed deeply and pointed at Conan himself, who was suffering from the same problem: "Do you still have a chance to drink coffee now? Will Moori-san let you drink it?"
"I..." Conan was momentary. At a loss for words, he retracted his finger.
"I'm about the same." Tang Ze picked up the cup and took a sip. "Although I'm not a child anymore, I don't know if it's because of my appearance or something else. Everyone in the store doesn't treat me as an adult. It's terrible. , Mr. Amuro even refused to make cocoa yesterday and only gave me hot milk..."
Conan observed Karasawa's slightly rounded outline and nodded in agreement.
Karasawa's mixed-race appearance does not show deep facial features and bones, but is reflected in the swollen apple muscles. If he did not know in advance that this person was his new classmate, Conan would have thought that he was a national Central.
Junior high school students are only two or three years older than elementary school students.
"But it's strange, why do you live in a cafe?" Conan thought of the Polo Cafe and touched the book on the side of the table. "Although your parents are abroad, but Even if you need a supervisor to watch you go to school, you should find a formal host family, right?”
The essential question. Because the organization needs Bourbon to monitor him, but perhaps more importantly, the plot is force majeure.
Tangze thought so in his heart, and said: "I also feel very strange, it seems because the owner of the cafe is a friend of my parents. But I can't verify it, I haven't contacted him in two or three years My parents." Conan frowned: "Two or three years? That's too long."
His parents live in the United States and don't come to Japan many times a year, but he does it every day. Zhou would still call them to chat and ask about their current situation. At most, instant messaging was a bit inconvenient due to the time difference.
Tangze stirred the half-drunk coffee with a spoon and recalled: "They seem to be involved in a confidential project. The contact has been intermittent since a few years ago. The phone often cannot be reached. I don't know. Details. One day more than two years ago, I received a call from my mother. She said that she and my father were going to participate in a special scientific expedition project and it would be difficult to contact them. She asked me to take care of myself. That was the end of me and them. One call.”
Tang Ze slowly became trance-like, some fragmentary images came to light, and subtle sounds flowed through his ears like pillow whispers.
"akira——this name means brilliance and brightness..." "...baby, you will laugh, do it again..." "Mom and dad are leaving..." "... See you next time, Azhao will be a big boy..."
The messy fragments floated up and down, and the soft and warm memories made Tang Ze feel depressed. He took out his cell phone, reopened his mailbox, and pulled out the stern and cold-worded email. This is definitely not the way the original parents talk to their children. This couple, probably...
He closed his eyes gently.
"Are you okay?" Tang Ze was obviously distracted and lost. Conan could see clearly. He was not the type with high emotional intelligence, and he didn't know where to comfort people at the moment.
Before Tang Ze could speak, their conversation was interrupted by a dispute at the opposite table.
“Are you bored?” The unshaven young man pushed the paper away from the table with disdain, “I don’t want to spend my whole life drawing these flyers and then spend my time in your company. My inspiration It's about to be destroyed."
Across from him, a middle-aged man with white hair held down the flying blueprint and said with suppressed anger: "Aihara! Performance will not come in one day. Yes, if we don’t have these small orders, how can Party A notice us? Don’t we already have bigger orders?”
“Ha, are they here for your company or for me? , I think you know it very well, right?" The young man's attitude did not soften at all, "Can you handle this order without me? They have already contacted me directly, just consider this order as my resignation compensation."
"You...!" The middle-aged man ignored the paper in front of him and slapped the table angrily. The pencil in his hand flew out and fell on Tangze's table.
Karasawa, Conan, and two or three other customers in the store were attracted by the movement here, and they all looked at the two of them.
Realizing that he had disturbed the other guests, the middle-aged man suppressed his anger, apologized to the others, said "I'm going to the bathroom" and left his seat, apparently preparing to calm down.
"What a strange person, why do you come to the store to talk about work..." Conan looked at the design drawings on their table in confusion. Are you really not worried about leaking the content of the project?
Tang Ze glanced at the young man who had his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at his cell phone impatiently, and then looked at the long and steep slope outside the shop.
Because he is planning to kill disobedient employees with dump trucks... Tangze looked at Conan meaningfully.
When the god of death comes, the people of Mihua, with their simple folk customs, will have a judge...
(End of this chapter)