Chapter 60: High school students who deceive the feelings of elementary school students are scum
"So you got joker's mailbox?" Sitting on the table and chair outside the Polo Cafe, Karasawa yawned and said casually I asked Conan while flipping through the exercise book.
Fortunately, the math teacher doesn’t care much about handwriting issues. The handwriting difference in this exercise book that has been written by two ghostwriters is really not small. However, Karasawa didn't care at all and said that the experience was good and he would dare to do it next time.
Conan stared at the note with bitterness and hatred. It contained the transcribed mailbox left by joker.
The notice letter was so distinctive that he didn’t dare to just run out with it, it was too eye-catching.
"And I got a reply from him." Conan was puzzled. "He said before that he knew the identity of the man in black, but he refused to explain clearly in the email and only asked me to attend the game conference on time... Is there any reason why I have to go? "
What if the tequila doesn't explode if you don't go? Karasawa is still waiting for the achievement to be updated, and he is almost tired of drinking whiskey.
"Is there a possibility?" Tang Ze misled seriously, "Joker has reasons why he can't show up, such as those people who know him, those people who may discover him, or he has sun allergies, Social phobia..."
As he spoke, Tang Ze was really moved.
Yes, he now has the skill to disguise himself, and Joker’s white-haired image is deeply rooted in people’s hearts. Can he create another realistic image for Joker? For example, people with albinism cannot receive direct sunlight, and their eyes cannot be exposed to direct sunlight due to the disease, so they are like a blind man...
Great idea, write it down.
What and what. Conan's eyebrows twitched.
The first two reasons are still reasonable. Maybe joker has a certain connection with those people, which prevents him from being there in person. You must know that this is also a guy who can disguise himself. If he wants to sneak into the venue and investigate on his own , there is no need to use the hands of detectives to investigate anything...
What is that thing behind, let alone the handsome chuunibyou style and social anxiety that almost make Joker's face written with arrogance? First of all, you can’t put little cards in people’s pockets everywhere! It's hard to refute sun allergy. After all, everyone has never seen joker during the day...
No, it's not the same! Conan retracted his divergent thoughts and looked at Karasawa pouting: "Did you tell Mr. Amuro that you were going to the press conference?"
"Don't worry, he has already agreed, and he won't come here to scold you with a stern face." Karasawa really sympathized with Conan, and he didn't know whether it was because the image he played was really successful, or whether Conan's physique was really conspicuous in the incident, Amuro Tohru would always use an attitude of "You are leading a bad boy" to tell him to stop running around with Conan. "This time, Mori-san and Suzuki-san will also come, as well as Mr. Mori."
< br>"Yes..." Thinking of this, Conan felt helpless, "Mantiantian made a detective game based on Uncle Maori, and invited him and Xiaolan to attend the press conference. Yuanzi heard about you If she wants to go, she will come with her immediately. Her family has many cooperation projects with Mantiantian, and it is very simple for her to get a ticket.”
Really, since Joker will specifically ask him to participate, then. There might be something big going on at this event, but Conan's current status is in no position to object to their presence...
It's a headache.
Karasawa patted Conan sympathetically: "There is no other way, just make peace with it as it comes. At least Mr. Mori and the others are very good at physical skills. If there is a violent case, it is better than you being alone. Safe.”
Conan nodded heavily, and thought of everything that happened on the ship, following Toru Amuro just mentioned.
"...Karasawa, do you know Mr. Amuro? He is a friend of your parents?" "No, but, um..." Karasawa thought of the skin Toru Amuro was wearing for himself now, and added , "He's someone my parents would trust."
It's not like I have to trust him, he's from a tough policeman.
Conan sighed: "So, is your parents' situation very bad? When I was on the boat, I saw him with a gun. Are their friends such dangerous characters?"
Karasawa suddenly realized, yes, no wonder he always felt that something was missing. He hadn't played Conan yet this time. He only played Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro that day. It was time to give Conan a shot too.
"Actually..." Tangze put down the exercise book, stared at his fingers, and slowly entered the mood, "I haven't told you yet. I got the news a few days ago that my parents have passed away. "
Conan's eyes widened for a moment: "Huh?"
"So there is something really fishy about my case." His eyes were slightly out of focus, and Tang Ze slowly curled up his hands. , playing a very layered image of being depressed and still trying to analyze calmly, "It is impossible for them to entrust a lawyer to handle my case. They were already gone at that time."
Conan's lips opened and closed. After a moment, he looked at the entranced Tang Ze, speechless.
"I should trust them more." Tang Ze's voice became lower and lower, but he couldn't stop talking, as if he couldn't control his emotions otherwise, "Even if we haven't seen each other for many years, my parents won't believe me." It belongs to criminals. If they had been nice and said anything, they would have come back to see me... I was immersed in my own emotions, resentful and dissatisfied with them... If I had thought of it earlier, if I had contacted them earlier... ..."
Conan is a little at a loss. He is not the type who is very good at comforting people, especially when they are so heavy. He doesn't know where to put his hands and feet. Should he say "sorrow" first or comfort first? Tang Ze wants to be more open-minded.
After a moment of silence, he could only cover Tang Ze's clenched fists with his hand, which was a small circle.
"Then you should cheer up." He said awkwardly, trying to express comfort. "The death of your parents may be related to your case. Leave it to me and let's work together. Get to the bottom of it and find the murderer who killed them."
Conan only felt how pale his words were. This kind of encouragement sounded weak and weak when spoken.
Tang Ze lowered his head, not knowing whether he was holding back tears or suppressing his emotions. He just opened his palm, grabbed his small hand, and held it in his palm.
"I am a disciple of Sherlock Holmes, you have to have confidence in me." Conan did not break free from Tangze's tight grasp.
In the cafe, Toru Amuro sneezed twice involuntarily after wiping the cup, and pinched his nose in confusion.
Is someone scolding him?
He looked along the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe and looked at Conan and Tang Ze sitting on the outdoor sofa chairs, their hands inexplicably intertwined.
What are a high school student and an elementary school student talking about while shaking hands with serious faces?
(End of this chapter)