Chapter 596 How much is a detective’s integrity worth?
“Have you had any commissions recently? What do you mean?”
After receiving the call, Conan stood at the window, looked down at the street below, and whispered doubt.
"If you don't have a commission, you can have any activity plans. Club activities, trips, even if a child asks you to go out to play." The voice from the joker on the other side of the receiver was rarely useful. That kind of speaking tone that can be called gorgeous, the tone of speaking is closer to the level of weakness than laziness and carelessness.
"...Are you sick? Your voice sounds very lethargic." It was such a rare situation. Conan raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm really well." Tang Ze stepped on the ground lightly, turned around in his office chair, looked at the miserable war room, and said with a helpless tone, "It's just that there have been too many things in the past two days. ”
After receiving an extremely large commission request, everyone in the Phantom Thieves responded to Karasawa’s call and tried their best to target small targets before finding a large enough target. , try hard to clear the many shadows of the subway, and first find a way to temporarily restore the blue sky to Mihua Town.
…Facing a front that has been stretched to the 100th floor, the results of this carpet strategy can be imagined.
Even with Karasawa fully supplying SP props and Qigong stickers and doing his best to participate, the entire Phantom Thieves group was quickly paralyzed.
The current war room can be said to be littered with corpses.
With coffee in his hand, Xingchuan Hui stared at the eyes with black circles. He sat in front of the keyboard and turned pages to check the new list. Judging from his expression, it was unclear whether he was really reading the text on the screen or reading the text on the screen. Now I'm acting entirely on muscle memory.
Narimi Asai propped up her head, and the notebook in her hand had slipped to the table. She was leaning there whether to sleep or not, moving her head little by little.
As for the remaining two ladies, they didn't even have time to release the Phantom Thief form, they had already leaned on the small sofa on the side, wrapped in blankets and slept together.
The whole room was filled with a turbulent atmosphere, and it looked like everyone would not be able to hold on unless there was some big work.
Looking helplessly at the first progress bar that only moved for a small section in the upper right corner, Karasawa also yawned and took out a cup of espresso made by Toru Amuro, sleepily Said: "Let's take a big case, Detective. You know our goal now. You can't correct the world just by endlessly correcting small problems."
Although he can't continue to take SP drugs like crazy, but since he is still a human being, he has limits, and people have to sleep...
Of course, after closing his eyes, he always looks like Leon, who was suppressing a smile, made Tangze even more unhappy.
“I don’t know anything about big cases, even if you ask me...” Conan patted his forehead and was speechless for a moment.
Although, well, he can probably accept that puzzles will always appear around detectives. In other words, it is these constant puzzles that make them, guys with slightly better brains, stand out. This is the case.
——There have been incredible incidents where an island can be directly sunk into the sea by relying on personal willpower. The physical condition of the incident seems to be just a small problem in comparison.
However, he is a detective, not a prisoner. Whether a case will arise, especially a case with a major social impact, is not something he can decide...
"No commission, just a schedule. Come on. Come on, come on." Tang Ze was very persistent.
If you don't wait for the plot refresh point and expect them to do the task of picking up wild animals outside, you will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.
"There is really no such thing as a commission. If you insist on asking me about my recent schedule..."
Facing this weird friend who has helped him a lot, even if it sounds like The request was a bit nonsensical. Conan scratched his head with a headache, but he still took out the ledger he carried with him and started counting items one by one.
"Um, oh, Uncle Maoli received an invitation from a famous celebrity. He may have some privacy issues that he wants to consult. You know, cheating, illegitimate children, etc., probably.
"Then, I myself Well, there will be a tea party invitation sent to Kudo Shinichi in two weeks. Anyway, I can't keep the appointment, so I can only take it casually. However, this inviter is indeed a famous character, at least that's what the doctor said. He is a professor of architecture at Tokyo University, and he seems to be a very famous architect?
"Finally, if the booked itinerary is taken into account, then Xiaolan did get a free meal coupon..."
As he muttered, he looked confused. Tangze became more and more energetic and his eyes regained their light.
Come, come, the detective is here, there is hope for Yoneka Town!
He just said that instead of relying on the detectives to complete the mission, he would go to the refresh point in the wild by himself and stay there for as long as he wanted.
Don’t these all sound promising!
"Come on, tell me more about it, Detective-kun, I'm very interested." Tangze turned over and sat up straight, while waving to the little stuffed animal charging at the socket.
Shocked by the sudden cheering voice on the other side, Conan turned around first, made sure that no one else had noticed him, and slowly and quietly walked out of the office door.
Joker was shocked today. In order to avoid accidentally saying something terrible, he had better go out and make a phone call.
"Does even winning a free meal count? Xiaolan's luck has always been very good, it's just an ordinary plan..."
You really can't think of how many cases were started in this way. It's your hand, right? I think you don't have any idea about your halo.
Tang Ze shook his head and said seriously: "Forget it, why don't you count it? Detective classmate, why not just do this and discuss it, if you have any schedule in the future, even if you are called by the children after school Can you let me know when you play football or something like that? No, it doesn’t seem safe. Do you mind if we arrange for someone to monitor your movements directly?”
Conan who just walked down the stairs was almost hit by what he said. He slipped, and his eyebrows jumped wildly: "Hey, are you really that exaggerated..."
"I'll give you 10 hours of experience in the holographic game!"
"...Is my personal privacy only worth this little price?"
"Every week!"
"Ha, let's not talk about whether I have time to play, what game, every day Are you tired of playing for 10 hours a week?"
"Let you take Holmes with you!"
"Can I have a little bit of sincerity when making outrageous conditions? I don’t have much interest at this age!”
"I'll give you an extra helmet. It's plug-and-play and uses a special signaling device. You don't need to come to our place to play!"
"...And Watson is still a Tang Ze in his 20s."< br>
"Noah is reading the original work of "Sherlock Holmes" and writing content related to the study of the word scarlet... Well, the game world is about to launch a new scene."
"Hmm..."
"Moriarty's model is almost ready..."
"Well, I..."
"Noah said that the next script writing may need the assistance of fans who are familiar with Sherlock Holmes plots. He has registered several forums and communicates with Sherlock fans every day. . ”
“That’s not okay, you can’t listen to those people’s nonsense! You wait at your house, I’ll come right away!”
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“So. ," He used concealer to cover the bruises under his eyes. Tang Ze, who looked normal, held the straw of the smoothie in his mouth and glanced at Conan sitting opposite, "You sold yourself just to play Sherlock Holmes. ”
"No, that's what you mean..." Conan, with wandering eyes, bit the edge of the glass and looked guiltily at the slightly hazy sky, "That's a holographic game made by Noah's Ark that spans the ages. You know? I have experienced it too..."
"But in the final analysis, you sold yourself out just to play games." Pointing to the watch in his hand, Tang Ze clicked his tongue, "It's so easy to be bribed. Ah you."
"No matter what, they won't harm me. If I really encounter an organization or something, I can have more helpers, right?" Conan touched the watch strap on his hand. He laughed twice and tried to explain.
"Forget it, you yourself like to install locators on people. Now that you are being installed with locators, it can only be said to be a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is not good." After taking the last sip of the smoothie, Tang Ze concluded.
Not to mention, the great detective’s personal privacy is indeed quite cheap. Tangze, a veteran player of various games and well versed in dog planning, also has a set of techniques for drawing cakes.
And in fact, no matter how you calculate it, Karasawa is not at a loss. After all, the stage of Noah's development and production originally requires testers, and Noah himself also needs more observation samples to improve his personality.
Using such a quota in exchange for a detective's dynamic sharing, it is a win-win situation no matter what, it is a win-win situation if he wins twice.
So even though it was Karasawa himself who made the offer, it didn't stop him from ridiculing Conan who couldn't walk when he saw Holmes.
"I, I am not using props blindly, it is all for the needs of the case..."
"Hey, you two brats, haven't you finished drinking yet?" Mouri Kogoro, who walked out of the detective office, looked at his watch and glanced at the fruit smoothie cup in front of Karasawa with colorful straws inserted, "Karasawa, you How come she tastes like a junior high school girl?”
“No way, fruit smoothie is also a very popular drink on the Polo menu, it’s expensive!” Watching Toru Amuro make desserts with his own eyes. Karasawa expressed solemn protest, "How can a junior high school student afford to drink it!"
He watched Toru Amuro select the fruits and made them with his own hands. He bought so many fruits in Japan and made them. Assorted smoothies are not cheap at all.
If it weren’t for the fact that it was really expensive and could issue a very high shopping receipt, Toru Amuro wouldn’t bother to make this kind of thing for him.
Mouri Kogoro glanced at the paper umbrella stuck on the side of the cup with disgust, shook his head, too lazy to argue with this sweet-loving boy: "Then you are a primary school student, okay? Hurry up and leave. , If you don’t leave, you will miss lunch time.”
At his urging, the two people finally left the table in front of the cafe and followed him into the car.
"By the way, Brother Karasawa, didn't you say you don't like Chinese food? Why did you come with me when Sister Xiaolan asked you?" Conan was worried about what happened in front of Maori and his daughter. He changed his name. At this point, he also imitated Karasawa's tone and said, "'I don't want to touch those unauthentic junk foods' or something like that..."
" I like to eat Chinese food, so I really don’t like to eat Chinese food." Tang Ze nodded.
"Ah? Is there any big difference in the meaning of these two words?" Conan glanced at him without understanding, "Didn't you also make Mapo Tofu."
" Chinese food and Chinese cuisine are two different things!" Tang Ze raised a finger and declared solemnly, "I especially don't like the so-called reformed Chinese cuisine, pure garbage!"
For people like Karasawa who stubbornly fabricate a background identity of growing up in a Chinese area even when he is working as an undercover agent so that he can eat Chinese food openly, Japanese Chinese food is really hard to taste.
If you want him to evaluate, he should send all those guys who have been beaten to death over the sweet and salty dispute to Japan to try their Chinese cuisine, and they will immediately return to the united front and share the same hatred.
"Then you still have to come along..." Mouri Kogoro, who opened the car door, rolled his eyelids at this picky guy.
When this kid was teaching cooking in the kitchen, he wasn't even allowed to use a thermometer or a kitchen scale. He was also inexplicably particular about taste, which made him not want to eat with Karaze anymore, and he easily lost his appetite.
"First of all, it was Mr. Lan who invited me to join him. Secondly, it doesn't cost money anyway." Tang Ze looked at him strangely and asked a question that hit his soul, "Isn't it because you don't want money?" Did you just go?”
Mouri Kogoro was stunned for a moment, and looked at Conan, looking at each other.
It makes sense and cannot be refuted.
If it weren’t for Xiaolan’s free coupon, it would indeed be more cost-effective to eat Tangze’s version at home.
“Asking Emperor Daigo... Ouch!” Mao Lilan, who was holding an exercise book and mumbling, hit her head on the back of Mouri Kogoro who was standing still, “What are you doing standing here? What about dad? You scared me."
"You too..." He glanced at the things in his daughter's hands speechlessly and sat in the driver's seat. "If you want to read a book or memorize questions, you have to be on the road. Carry it too?”
"It's too late!" Mao Lilan sighed and bit the end of the pencil in his hand angrily, "I have a history test in class tomorrow, but I haven't had any time to memorize it recently, so I haven't reviewed it properly."
"Then I can only blame you for just having fun, right?" Mouri Kogoro curled his lips, "You have been traveling during the holidays and have not stayed at home for a few days."
"I used to I’m also traveling during the holidays! It’s mainly because I’m too busy at school.” Mao Lilan protested, “There are a lot of club activities recently, and I have to prepare for the school festival, and the school’s psychology teacher is coming soon, I think. If you want to run for the committee, you have to take a special test..."
"Then you should learn from Tang Ze. I think he is quite idle. He runs around eating desserts all day long." I bumped into Tang Ze. Kogoro Mouri, who was standing on Shibuya Street eating a cone with Conan and braving the not-so-warm spring cold, cast a sidelong glance at Karasawa, who was leaning on the driver's seat and taking a nap.
It was not a fake sleep, but he was really sleepy. Tang Ze turned his head and said innocently: "I am indeed very free. I don't have a club, I don't need to participate in the program, and I have no interest in the psychological committee."
And for the exam...
Tang Ze turned his head and glanced at the exercise booklet that Mao Lilan held tightly in his hand.
Ahem, this book is not even in his inventory, it was entirely written by Hoshikawa.
I guess he can’t take the exams by himself...
The reason why Hoshikawa Teru is still more awake than the other members is entirely because he has to go to school for Karasawa. Compared to the members who work all the time and grind monsters on the subway passionately, whether men or women are a hundred levels below, he can still sleep in school.
"You..." Mouri Kogoro, who was choked, took advantage of the red light and glanced at Karasawa, "It's not good for you to be so withdrawn."
"There's no problem. I'm in my old school. , also belongs to the Home Department." Tang Ze waved his hand indifferently.
His energy has been completely absorbed by the life of Kaitou and fake liquor, leaving little time for campus life, and he really has too much contact with his classmates. Xingchuan Hui's pressure will only become greater.
Wakayama Junko's kind of oolong, once, is enough to make people's mentality, Karasawa is really grateful for his insensitivity.
"Forget it, my point is, since you are so busy, wouldn't it be better if you just endorse it at home?" Maori Xiaowu didn't want to compete with this weird-tempered family man, so he shifted the focus back to Maori Lan said, "Isn't it tiring to carry it in the car like this?"
"Hey dad, it's the tasting coupon I won. It would be too much not to bring me along!" Mao Lilan patted the pillow of his seat in protest.
"Then it's too late for you to memorize it when you get home!" Kogoro Mouri picked his ears and didn't really want to hear her continue chanting in the small space in the car.
"...The painting depicting the Buddha's arrival in the Pure Land is called 'The Saints Come to Welcome the Picture'." While writing, he persisted in reading the last sentence before Mao Lilan retorted, "There are still TV programs to watch in the evening. . And my cerebellum is very developed, so I won’t get car sick easily!”
“Squeak——”
As soon as she finished speaking, Mouri Kogoro stepped on the brakes, and she was so small. He exclaimed and the pen in his hand flew to the front seat.
——Karasawa raised his hand out of reflex and caught it accurately.
“Be careful.” Tangze turned the pen without opening his eyes, turned the tail of the pen outward, and handed it back to the second row.
"Why are you driving this guy!" Mouri Kogoro frowned and scolded him. After confirming that the children in the car were all fine, he restarted the vehicle, "He's so careless, he's new to the road. Young man...? "
He turned and passed the vehicle that braked suddenly in front of him. He turned around and glared at the driver sitting in the driver's seat.
Conan, who was sitting in the back seat, also leaned on the car window and looked in that direction.
——He ran into a pair of cold eyes.
Conan looked at the face of the man sitting in the back seat of the car and couldn't help but be stunned.
This man wearing a knitted hat looks inexplicably familiar...
(End of this chapter)