Chapter 460 Riddle Tournament
Tangze raised his eyebrows, brought the warm tea to his lips, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "What do you think, have I lost my memory, or not? ”
Belmod also raised his eyebrows. This playful look on Xinchu Zhiming’s bookish handsome face brought a strange sense of frivolity, and he immediately connected with Xinchu, the conscientious school doctor. A distinction was made.
“No wonder Bourbon was in that state when he called me.” Belmode also picked up an inverted water glass and poured some tea into the middle, “It’s so good, you’re pretending to have amnesia. What to do? Why, Bourbon has given you too much work recently, are you pretending to be sick? "Why should I pretend...don't you know it very well, Belmod?" While drinking tea, Tangze adjusted the speed of his speech. In Belmode's ears, it was closer to the tone he used to use when talking to him, "For no reason, I went to the hospital to deal with so many people. It was very interesting. ”
Shrugging, he put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at the steam in the tea, and sighed in a long tone: "Hey, but you are right, I can't see Bourbon's annoying smiling face, and I am really in a happy mood." Less.”
Belmode shook his head and made no comment on their tit-for-tat.
Bourbon, considered a member of the organization who had a good relationship with her, why on earth had so much ill will towards Kumel? She had tried it, but Bourbon cleverly avoided it.
Before she figures out the whole story, it is not appropriate for her to get involved in their disputes... She has enough troubles already.
"Is it for angel? Pretending to have amnesia is such a passive thing. I really don't see what you can gain from this matter. Don't do stupid things, Kumail." Shaking his head, Belmod She skipped the topic of bourbon and transitioned to the focus of her visit today.
When she heard that in addition to Tang Zezhao, Mao Lilan was also attacked, and she lost all her life memories, her mood was simply...
Coolguy and angel are both good, that's it. The physique and personality that are always involved in various dangers...
"No matter how many times I hear you call it that, I always feel that the name angel is too disgusting." Tang Ze issued. A scoff.
"I call her that, of course, because... I really think of her that way." Belmod also understood the language style of his co-conspirator, and he didn't feel dissatisfied. "You spend all day by yourself. With 'collar' and 'darkness' on his lips, there's no reason to laugh at my words."
"Isn't what I said the truth?" Tangze asked in response. Teacup shook his head, "I know very well who the attacker is... His target is another policeman present, and 'Karasawa Akira'. This is the best choice I can make, or the only way to be passive. A proactive approach.”
"...To draw his attention away from Angel?" Belmod frowned, "Is the identity of the attacker important enough that you need to risk your life?"
"Calling No, just a little guy." There was a glint of thought in his lowered eyes, and Tang Ze quickly came up with some guesses and said casually, "But the reason why he would target 'Tang Ze Akira' is one. A good target. I woke up one step behind classmate Mao Lilan because I was worried that his attack would have some unforeseen consequences. "
"He caused angel. Amnesia?" Belmod's thoughts changed quickly, and combined with the other keywords in front, some bad memories came up, making it almost impossible for her to maintain the gentle mask of Xinde Zhiming, "He also mastered it. ,'those techniques'?"
"That's pretty much it." Tang Ze, who was hit by the blow, closed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth.
Looking at the expression of ridicule and disgust on the face of the young man in front of him, Belmod couldn't help but closed his eyes.
Part of Kumail's previous statement is very accurate, that is, there is a subtle similarity and reflection between the two of them in the organization.
Presumably, this child's current thoughts coincide with hers.
Some things are undoubtedly of great significance to the organization, but to them, they are Shura purgatory.
Belmode was caught up in past emotions, and Tang Ze waited for her response in silence.
A brief silence spread in the ward, and only the sound of the white porcelain cup in Tang Ze's hand clinking lightly with the bottom plate could be heard.
"I understand what you mean." Bellmode reopened his eyes and adjusted himself, showing a warm smile belonging to Tomoaki Shinde. The eyes behind the glasses curved into a soft arc, completely hiding the hidden inside. Rage, "Some things that shouldn't see the light of day should just hide in the corner and never see the light of day."
"People with similar stances are the real collaborators." Likewise. Showing a warm and sunny smile, Tang Ze picked up the tea cup again, "Over there in the organization, just tell Bourbon that you can't tell whether my amnesia has healed or not. Oh, by the way, I still need some additional information. After all, the real purpose of the attacker may be 'Aki Akira before coming to Tokyo'. Regarding this part, I may not be able to fool him for long."
"Is he still contacting you?" I thought of a certain person. Seeing this possibility, Belmode put away his smile slightly, "...contact angel?"
"Yes, he is our current 'attending physician', Fudo Kyosuke." He drank up the tea cup. Tea, Tang Ze sighed comfortably, his tone was soft and casual, really like talking homely, he said in an unhurried tone, "I have to put some more bait before I can figure out what he has in his hands." Something."
"Do you need information about Tangze's previous life?" Belmode quickly grasped the key points from his convoluted words.
Theoretically, Kumail, who killed Karasawa, only had brief contact with him after he came to Tokyo.
As for the Karasawa couple's research data itself, Kumail may have had some private manipulations, but that is a large amount of information that should not be revealed. He must be cautious and treat it completely as his own. Not understanding anything to deal with.
Tang Ze nodded, and in a naturally relaxed tone, as if he didn't know what he was asking for, he answered innocently: "Exactly. How can we do this without giving the actors a detailed script?" How about letting the character impress the audience? You know this better than anyone else." Hearing this, Belmod narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the expression on his face that was very suitable for Tang Zezhao's appearance. This innocent, slightly confused look looks particularly aggrieved on this baby face with soft contours.
Is this really the case...
He clearly played Tang Zezhao's identity very well, so well that Coolguy, who was famous for his insight and fakery, was completely unaware of his existence, so well that Bourbon was so disgusted with his mask that he couldn't be more disgusted, so well that it really seemed like As the organization expected, it attracted the attention of the psychology community.
A little monster who plays with people's hearts to this extent, does he need other materials to assist his performance?
Belmode didn’t quite believe it.
"Is it really for this purpose? You are a genius who can break away from the script and improvise. Do you urgently need those supporting materials, Mr. Accomplice?" Half serious, half tentative, Belmode Said so.
Tangze placed the drained tea cup on the table and tapped the wall of the cup twice with his fingertips. The clear resonance echoed in the pure white porcelain cup.
Belmod's eyes involuntarily fell on the cup in his hand, thinking about what the secret code was, so he missed the flash of frustration on Karasawa's face.
Tsk, miscalculation, the topic should have been slower. It is too hasty to raise this question now.
But it doesn't matter...
Tangze turned his wrist and showed her the empty cup in his hand, with a few remaining drops of black tea swirling at the bottom of the cup.
Taking a more casual tone, Tang Ze said: "Who knows... maybe I have selfish motives. But this is indeed a good excuse and a good time, isn't it? The accomplices should give The most basic humanitarian aid.”
Staring at the tea gently rolling in the cup, the red liquid is particularly dazzling in the pure white empty cup, making people involuntarily think of ominous words such as "danger" and "residue".
Belmod raised his eyebrows and understood a little bit what he meant.
Take this opportunity to find out what the organization has learned about Tang Zezhao. This may be a way to further deal with the difficult information he has.
Bourbon is still watching eagerly from the sidelines. Once there is any change, Kumail will be unable to protect himself...
The more he learns about the research status of cognitive histology, the more important it is for him. That is to say, the greater the space and opportunity for operation.
Bourbon was always sharp and acerbic, but he had a big disadvantage. He is the person who delivers intelligence to the organization, and the organization in turn gives him not much - Rum is a very suspicious guy, occasionally more exaggerated than Gin, cautious to the point of cowardice, and behaves conservatively and cautiously. Even though Bourbon has worked for the organization for many years, he will not let down his guard...
So Bourbon's biggest disadvantage is that he does not really understand cognitive psychology. I have never been exposed to such core organizational secrets.
Unlike him, Kumail's code name is exactly part of the plan. Kumail is one of the important formulas for silver bullets.
If gin is the sharpest spear, then the branches growing on Kumail’s body are the toughest shield. The organization has high hopes for him and uses his sudden situation as a cover to win over Support for exceeding permissions...
As expected of this cunning boy.
She didn’t believe it. When he rushed out to protect Angel, he had thought carefully about so many messy things. However, when the situation changed, it seemed that everything was under his control and he was able to do it with ease...
What a great guy.
Belmode shook his head slowly, took off the gold-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose, wiped them slowly, and chuckled helplessly.
"Okay, your turn. However, no matter how much preparation you make, you must remember that Bourbon is a hound with a sharp nose... Be careful with your movements, accomplice."
Tang Ze's answer was to lift the empty porcelain cup.
"I've always been like this."
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"...How is it?" Miyano pushed up the big sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, a little nervous Akemi cleared her throat.
She doesn’t have many identities that she can use to move around in society. Tang Ze mentioned before that a reasonable new identity will be designed for her, but so far, she can easily use it to disguise herself. Identity is only...
"Is it too exaggerated for me to be like this in the hospital?" Miyano Akemi uneasily tugged on her too-bright coat, but she endured it, looked at Asai Narumi, and asked in a low voice.
"No, don't worry Akemi." Asai Narimi shook the high ponytail behind her head and said with a smile, "This is a psychotherapy department, and it is the best among several nearby towns and cities. The famous psychotherapy department... You are definitely not very conspicuous like this. "
... What does he mean by this, that he seems to be mentally abnormal here?
Brows twitching twice, Miyano Akemi shook her exaggerated short short pink hair, and for a moment she didn’t know whether she should talk back.
Karasawa is right, this guy Narumi is a little bit, what is that called? Natural black?
In short, it is a black heart without knowing it.
"Mr. Mori and the others have seen 'Makeup Artist May' and 'Akechi Goro' act together. It's harder for us to reveal our secrets like this." He straightened the cuffs and smoothed out the last wrinkle. Ping, using the mirror at the corner of the emergency staircase, Xingchuan Hui looked at himself in the perfect appearance and took a deep breath.
"This identity is indeed more suitable for contacting Karasawa after his amnesia. However, if the people organized bump into 'Akechi Goro' visiting 'Karasawa Akira'..." Miyano Akemi said with worry. explain.
"So you have to pay attention to the timing." Taking out his mobile phone, Hoshikawa Teru called directly and softly, "Noah, how is the situation over at Karasawa?"
"I think the leader should be I really have lost my memory." A small head popped out of his phone screen, and Noah made a helpless half-closed expression with his fluffy green eyes, "He has a lot of free time today. , I also tentatively looked through the screen when he was holding the phone...but he didn't respond at all."
Now, although Noah's Ark can exist in two worlds in material form, his essence has not changed, and he is still a pure electronic life.
So if Karasawa really does not have amnesia, it would be very convenient to secretly contact Noah when he is not being monitored and allow Noah to communicate with other people in the group.
If he didn't even do this, or even just turned Noah passing by the screen into some kind of pop-up advertisement or APP function, it means that he really doesn't remember Noah.
Exchanging unsurprised looks, the other three people shook their heads.
Karasawa may have many different styles of behavior, but he never lies when faced with the members of the Phantom Thieves who are absolutely consistent with him and cannot harm any of his interests.
He said he would lose his memory for a day, so he would actually lose his memory for a day...
Being able to keep his word no matter how outrageous it is, can be regarded as one of the superpowers of the leader of the Phantom Thieves of the Heart.
"Is there anyone else on his side now?" Xingchuan Hui asked Noah.
In fact, Noah, whose source code is located on Karasawa's brooch, is the most convenient "sensor" for them to detect Karasawa's status.
As long as Noah wanted to, he would be able to locate Tang Ze as quickly as possible and find his location.
"Well...Belmod just left." Noah, who had opened his field of vision and observed for a long time, replied, "Leader, he is quite powerful. He may have really lost his memory, but he successfully used a bunch of guiding words to deceive him. Belmod, and without being exposed, he in turn made her agree to obtain more information about 'Karasawa Akira' from the organization..."
"He just lost his memory, it's not like he became a You're stupid." Not surprised by Karasawa's shrewdness, Asai Naomi straightened her clothes, held her head high, and returned to her female posture, "Let's go, if we meet Fudo on the way. Kyosuke, I will find a way to stop him."
With Noah as a frontline scout, the members of the Phantom Thieves approached Karasawa very quickly and effectively. Within a few minutes, they appeared in front of Karasawa. In the ward.
When they walked into the room, they saw Tang Ze with his head raised, slumped on the small sofa beside the tea table, staring blankly at the ceiling with a tired and empty expression.
As they were worrying about how to talk to Karasawa, Miyano Akemi and Hoshikawa Teru suddenly felt familiar: "..."
So, this unique boneless slumping posture is some kind of stunt of Karasawa, right? He can spread himself out flat regardless of whether there is a beanbag sofa or not.
"...Who are you?" Finding another group of people appeared in front of him, Tang Ze opened his eyes wide, immediately tensed his muscles and sat up straight, switching to an alert state, his scrutinizing eyes on the faces of the three people. Sweep it.
It is absolutely impossible for Belmod to appear in the form of more than one person. This is what Karasawa told Toru Amuro.
It is absolutely impossible for a mystic to allow a third person outside his control to appear on the scene and witness a highly private conversation. This was the first time Tang Ze judged Judy, who was the first to leave the room. It couldn't be Belmode's fault.
"...Are you tired?" Rather than answer his question, Miyano Akemi endured it and said with concern immediately, "After losing memory, it is very troublesome to deal with all those messy things. ?”
"We are your teammates." Xingchuan Hui sighed, crossed his arms, and said helplessly, "Before I lost my memory, I didn't order any plan, and I just fell into a coma... You are really willful, leader. "
"It's not bad that I'm tired..." Tangze, whose head was filled with smoke from the Riddler's dialogue, sat up straight and looked at them strangely.
The brown-haired peer looks like a detective...?
A fashionable girl who is avant-garde and trendy, and a delicate and gentle female doctor...
Teammates?
"...leader?" He repeated the title in a weird voice. Tangze touched his forehead and whispered, "Holy shit, it's not just an undercover thing? It's only been a few months." , right, my God, how many things have you done, me in a few months?"
(End of this chapter)