Chapter 144 Emotional Mentor Tang Ze Version 2.0
“Here you come, do you want to ask me something?”
Tang Ze took out the key and opened the door of Polo Cafe, and asked without any surprise road.
"...Hmm." Conan put his hands in his pockets and responded dully.
"Wouldn't Mr. Maori and the others have any objections to running down so late?" Tang Ze opened the door and made a gesture to invite him in.
"Uncle Maoli and Xiaolan rushed to the police station." Conan shook his head. "They left not long after they brought me back. They probably wanted their cooperation to search for something in Section 4."
" You should go to bed early, it’s almost 11 o’clock... Although I don’t know if you should be considered a child like this.”
Tangze took him around the tables and chairs skillfully, feeling in the dark. When I reached the attic stairs, I turned on the light.
Conan walked into this low mezzanine loft, looked left and right, and was surprised by its changes.
The small attic, which has always been only used as a temporary rest room, is undoubtedly relatively simple, with only a bed, a chair and a table, highlighting the respect for the P5 setting.
As for Tangze himself, he didn't really regard this as his own territory for a long time and didn't add anything to it.
It wasn’t until he and Tohru Amuro reached a certain tacit understanding that the residences of his three identities were clearly separated, did Karasawa feel a little like his own home, and slowly made arrangements and renovations to make this place feel like home. Breath of life.
"...Is this newly bought just for me?" Conan patted the small bean bag sofa and sat on it, moved by this down-to-earth experience - after becoming smaller, He had to climb up on any stool he sat on, always with his feet dangling in the air. "The height is just right."
Tang Ze glanced at him strangely, sat down on the taller one, and said euphemistically: "Well... …This sofa is a set.”
After a few seconds of reaction, Conan’s face turned dark.
What, is this a leg rest? !
"Since you like it, I'll leave it to you from now on. I won't use it much anyway." Karasawa suppressed a smile, "Okay, what do you want to ask me?"
Conan took the photo Patting the soft bean bag sofa, he hesitated for a while, and then said, "About that medicine..."
"Medicine? I thought you would ask about classmate Maori first." Karasawa picked Raised eyebrows.
Conan laughed twice and grinned awkwardly: "...I was a little overreacted, right?"
After leaving the villa rented by Uchida Asami and the others, his mood had calmed down a lot.
If you think about it seriously, his hostility is quite unreasonable.
Tang Ze has been with them for a while, and it is not difficult to see that what Tang Ze said before is true.
Although he is a bit thoughtful and likes to tease people a bit, he is indeed a very reliable friend.
Since he said frankly that he had no such thoughts about Xiaolan, his repeated suspicions made it seem like Conan didn't trust what he said.
"Hmm~" Karasawa crossed his legs, put his elbows on his knees to support his cheeks, and waved carelessly, "I understand that you are just anxious and can't control your stress. In fact, what I said to classmate Maori , I should give it to you first... Don’t be so worried about gains and losses, kid.”
Although Conan’s character has never collapsed, he rarely radiates this kind of emotion to the friends he has become familiar with. Regarding them, Tang Ze has been in his social circle for several months and should have been eliminated from the ranks of his love rivals long ago. There is no reason for a few simple jokes to cause him so much uneasiness.
The root cause? Tang Ze has thought about it quite clearly in the past few hours.
In fact, Conan is too anxious. There is little hope for him to change back to his original state. If he cannot change back, he will not be able to tell Mao Lilan the truth. After so many months, his mentality became somewhat pessimistic and unbalanced. Regarding this... Tang Ze is really not to blame.
Conan also has a reason to say, what kind of strength was the original Conan, what kind of strength are you giving now, who are your people, you ask me to resist!
At this moment, the main storyline has actually only advanced to the death of Miyano Akemi. Shirley has not yet defected from the organization. However, due to Karasawa's variable, there are now two bottles of fake wine, Tequila, living downstairs in his house. It has been transformed into tequila sauce, and the big fried chicken has also exploded through the Shinkansen.
Not to mention that in the original work, he actually didn’t realize Miyano Akemi’s identity until Haibara Ai appeared; Karasawa’s commission has also had a relationship with the organization, and there is a dark cloud in the police system Generally hanging over his head; today's case has revealed that the organization may also have a strong influence in the medical field...
The organization seems to be everywhere, but so far, he seems to have done nothing When we arrive, we are weak and unable to do anything.
Joker has always been doing the damage, and he has suffered from exhaust gas all the way until today.
It is said that ignorance is bliss. The fundamental reason for his reckless performance in the early stage of the original work is his lack of understanding of the true size of the organization.
Tangze wanted to cure his headache, so he simply started training with weights.
Now it seems that the intensity was too harsh and it was a bit overkill. Although Lao Baigan allowed Conan to change back for a short time, the greater impression left on him was the pain and pain rather than solving the problem. The embarrassment of fleeing in front of Mao Lilan.
In other words, Conan was so beaten that he became autistic and began to doubt whether he could recover.
Due to the well-known science of time, it is still a question whether the victims who have become smaller after taking drug A can grow up normally.
If he can't change back, he can't let Xiaolan wait for him to grow up again, right?
Conan, who has subconsciously begun to doubt himself, is like a cat guarding its food, baring its teeth around Mao Lilan, trying to drive away all possible threats. It is not impossible for Tang Ze to understand.
"Are you scared, Kudo?" Karasawa rarely called him by his real name - after all, he was not Hattori Heiji, and his name was smooth. He spent the whole day interpreting a hundred homophonic sounds of Kudo - one Face said solemnly, "Are you worried that 'Kudo Shinichi' will never come back and that you will never be able to stand in front of her with your true identity?"
Conan lowered his head. He turned his head and looked at his open palm. He saw that the hand of a child was round and tender.
His own hands are as big as Mao Lilan's. If they are stacked together, they can completely cover her soft palms.
But now, he spread his fingers with all his strength and could only touch her second knuckle...
After becoming "Edogawa Conan", he could often hold Mao Lilan's hand. Before The coveted intimate contact, holding hands, hugging, and sleeping head to head, can be easily achieved as a child...
He was secretly happy about this at first, but soon it turned into A greater panic and helplessness.
"Can I really do it?" He tightened his fingers and couldn't hide his confusion in his tone. "At that time, I insisted on staying and not leaving with my parents. I felt that there was a reason why I couldn't leave. , I want..."
I want to stay by her side, protect her, watch her...
"Why can't it be done?" Tang Ze stretched out his other hand and covered Conan's raised hair. "Having lived in this country for more than ten years, have you ever noticed the existence of this organization in the past? Do you believe that such an organization exists? With this force, you weave a huge web, quietly hiding in the shadow of the world, using every twitch of the spider thread to sense and even control the world. In just a few months, you have grabbed their tail. Can you? Distinguishing their code words...isn't that something to be proud of?"
"But..." Conan did not raise his head and buried his head deeper under the cover of Tang Ze's palm, "The more I discovered them, , the more doubtful I become, can I really compete with them with just a little bit of momentum? No matter it’s your case, I’ve found nothing so far.”
I’m really autistic... Tangze blinked and changed his mind.
"You are a detective, right? Then let me ask you, why doesn't there be a perfect crime in the world?"
Back to Chi Li, I'm afraid I can't add more today
But there is another rich brother who beats me and QAQ owes 2 more chapters
(End of this chapter)