Chapter 875 Childhood Shadow Series
Tangze’s emotions? His mood was certainly not high.
No matter who it is, facing a job that has been held for 6 years, they must have entered a period of burnout with little passion.
If he showed enthusiasm and interest in this job at the beginning, it was mainly because, right, just, the inertia of his previous life, he understood everything. On the other hand, he also understood In this world and this cultural background, I am slightly curious about what form these familiar strangers will have.
After the actual contact, his mood began to drop sharply.
There is nothing to be curious about. There is nothing new under the sun. It is just that the degree of lawless fanatics is slightly different depending on the relevant laws and enforcement efforts of each country. Otherwise, it is really the same familiar set of things.
It only took less than a week for Karasawa to find out the situation surrounding rice flowers while walking in the citywalk. Not only did he successfully create an image of a boss with extraordinary background for Toru Amuro, he also found out The next step is to determine the scope and areas that need to be cleared...
How should I put it, six years of undercover career, plus related investigations and reviews, etc., his time as a senior executive in certain organizations It was the longest career he had ever had in his life. Some things were really engraved into his DNA. He knew the slang, the location of underground channels, how to hand over and communicate, and how to fabricate an identity for himself. He knew these things at his fingertips.
It's not that challenging, so it's normal for him to be less interested.
"Speaking of this, there are indeed some things that need to be paid attention to recently." Toru Amuro withdrew his gaze, placed the baked bread one by one among the oil-absorbing paper and the tray, arranged them neatly, and said casually, "Recently, rice krispies have been There’s a bit of agitation here. It doesn’t look like the organization’s channel. There may be some unsighted guy trying to develop his power here.”
Karasawa raised his eyelids: "Oh? Is someone here to sell his goods? You are very courageous."
The fake gangster created by Bourbon and Kumail borrowed the resources and power of the organization Although the Internet is fake, even though Ma Zai who works for them has no idea what he is responsible for. In a state of being fooled by the Riddler, the dog is slyly engaged in transporting the two undercover agents. The carefully packaged rock candy seems to be selling information, but it actually does the work of passing messages to police informants for them, but at least to the outside world, this is quite bluffing.
Two guys who are very rich and have black channels have used various means to control the underground industry in such a large area. Anyone with a discerning eye will not know unless the background is really deep. He came to Miwa Town by developing his power without a long-sighted plan.
Such quick movements and such vicious eyes are the reasons why Tangze will set the direction of his work in this area. Compared with being a killer in an organization or playing a star detective on TV, this is That's his real comfort zone.
"It's not clear yet." In contrast, Toru Amuro is indeed a novice in this field, "You probably need to find a way to investigate."
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Karasawa gestured, picked up the plate and walked out of the kitchen without paying much attention, and went to put it in the cupboard for Toru Amuro.
Focusing on this aspect, in addition to Tang Ze's own familiarity and comfort with this, his familiarity with the plot also played a big role.
In Conan, there are actually many cases related to these illegal drugs, some of which are fragmentary. For example, the doctor who was killed by Fuudo Kyosuke in Fuudo Kyosuke’s case involved some illegal drugs. The issue of the transaction, as well as the original Moon Shadow Island, and the famous scene where Conan dipped his hand into powder and put it in his mouth...
As for the organization, it seems to have nothing to do with these things, but Karasawa did not Forget, in the Twilight House case, that false version of the night of the Twilight Annex tragedy.
The real murderer of the case is Renya Karasuma himself, but according to rumors from the outside world, there is a more mysterious version of this case. Karasawa secretly investigated it with the convenience of the Zero Team and the First Investigation Division. The police's statement is similar, believing that methamphetamine played a very important role in this case.
It is better to believe what is there than what is not. Tangze combined this aspect of work with Bourbon's power, and he also wanted to see the organization's reaction.
Of course, he has not forgotten the famous childhood shadow, the demon curator Hideharu Tsugawa from the Rice Flower Library.
The elevator door slowly opened, revealing a twisted face in the darkness. This image should be an important source of nightmares for many people when they were children.
Oddly enough, his investigations surrounding this man came to nothing.
The current director of the Mihua Library is not named by this name, and the name Tsugawa Hideji has never caused any movement in the different world navigation.
Is this the power of the butterfly effect? Or is it that his work has weakened the influence of the network to some extent, and the original director has left his original position because of this?
I hope so...
He placed the white disk in his hand lightly into the glass display cabinet, making a crisp and sweet sound.
“Ding dong——”
As the elevator door opened, Conan, who was yawning profusely, was pulled by several children and was forced to quickly keep up with their pace and rushed towards Children's reading area.
"Hurry up, Conan!" Ayumi pushed him from behind, "You must finish your homework carefully, don't be lazy!"
"Yes, yes--" He dragged his voice, not sleeping very well. Enough, Conan yawned again.
It’s not that he didn’t want to do his homework on purpose. Homework for primary school students is such a relaxing thing. It’s actually that his life was so busy during this holiday, running around and ups and downs. He had almost forgotten that he still had a life. A first grade holiday homework was not completed.
When he came back this time, he sneaked over to the doctor's house, hoping to take the opportunity to find out what his next door neighbor was doing, but he was blocked by the young detective team who came to his door.
After discovering that he had not done his homework, the group of children said very loyally that they could not let him lag behind alone and decided to accompany him to the library to do his homework.
"Guys, don't run in the corridor, be careful not to fall." A passing library staff stopped the restless children and gently reminded, "Don't worry, there are not many people in the reading room, so there is no need to fight. ”
The few people who were caught red-handed stopped the car, responded honestly, and resumed their normal walking speed.
"Why do you have to go to the library to do your homework..." Conan, who was finally able to stop, pressed the corners of his eyes where tears welled up due to sleepiness, "Can't you do it at the doctor's house?"
"Isn't the most important homework of this vacation the reading experience?" Ayumi looked back with a surprised look, "I have to write 800 words, but it's difficult. You haven't written a word yet. ."
A mere 800 words...
Conan pursed his lips helplessly, but it was hard to refute his friends.
Although, he felt that this group of people said they wanted to help him with his homework, but in fact they just came to the library to read comic books. After all, most primary school students could not afford comics with their little pocket money, but They do have some good intentions.
Going to the library is better than going to the park or going to the arcade, right?
Conan comforted himself in his heart, and followed a few people into the children's reading room.
Conan did not check the classification of the bookshelf carefully, but casually picked up a book that was placed diagonally on the bookshelf.
According to common placement habits in libraries, if there are more than one set of the same book in the library, they will basically be placed next to each other. Books with relatively large spaces can be regarded as "best-selling books" in this reading room.
Turn it over and look at the cover. Sure enough, it is a comic.
It’s a comic book in which the main character is a phantom thief. On the cover, there is a figure with his top hat lowered and covered with a black cloak. A mustache is exposed on the edge of the top hat. And the smiling mouth, which made the corners of Conan's mouth twitch for a while.
The Phantom Thief, the Phantom Thief again...
I always feel that after Kaito Kidd became active again, coupled with the influence of Joker's frequent activities, the image of the Phantom Thief became inexplicably popular among children. Damn it, in the past, no matter whether it was a creative subject or a news page, the detective was the absolute protagonist... Oh, it's not entirely true, there are exceptions...
Wiping Goro Akechi’s face that flashed in his mind, Conan tiredly stuffed the book back and walked to the next bookshelf.
Forget it, the school definitely doesn’t expect them to write about their experiences after studying this kind of entertainment works. He’d better read the literature books seriously.
The other members of the Young Detective Team pretended to rummage for a while, and soon each picked up a hardcover comic with a bright and beautiful cover, and sat down at the table to read it with relish.
Conan, who was not surprised, shook his head and walked deeper into the bookshelf alone.
Perhaps because there are other specialized student libraries in the town, the children's reading area of Mihua Library is not very large. At least in his impression, their ordinary lending room for adults is much larger than this. The number of books in the collection is also visibly different. The books that can be seen on the bookshelves, apart from comics and impurities that children will like, are mainly popular science books with colorful covers that are easy to attract children.
At a glance, you can guess that none of them are suitable for writing reviews without taking them off the bookshelf one by one.
Conan does not hate reading. A large part of his rich knowledge reserve as a detective comes from the various miscellaneous books provided by his father's three-story circular library. However, he believes that reading is It is a very personal matter. What you like to read and what you gain after reading it should belong to you personally. It is very annoying to have to write down your thoughts after reading a book.
... In other words, when Karasawa asked Hamano Toshiya to write a review yesterday at the villa, he always felt his eyelids twitching. At that time, Conan thought this was some kind of ominous signal, but now Thinking back carefully, this might be because he had completely forgotten about this assignment, and his subconscious was reminding him.
Hey, even for an adult like that, it is so painful to write down your thoughts after participating in an event...
"It's still a bit crooked..." Conan muttered softly, stood up on tiptoes and reached it twice. He couldn't reach it, so he had to apologize in his heart, climbed up a little on the bookshelf below, and took down a book. .
A children's version of a world famous book, with a cute pencil drawing of a dancing girl in red on the cover, which has an exquisite flavor like a fairy tale book.
That's it, it's easier to do homework than comics...
Conan, who took the book, walked out of the gap between the bookshelves and looked at the other three people who couldn't stop laughing. As he walked in the direction, he bumped into a man.
This man has a very standard image of a young and middle-aged office worker. His hair is meticulously combed, his figure is slightly stout, and he is wearing a wrinkled suit.
Although the urban area is not as snowy as it was in the villa, the weather is cold enough at this time, but this man is sweating all over his head and his face is a little stiff.
He was holding a cardboard box in his arms with old book labels on it. He seemed to be a staff member who came to sort out and replace books. He seemed to be frightened when he was bumped into by Conan who suddenly came out from behind the bookshelf. As if in a jump, the cardboard box in his hand almost fell out of his hand.
"Hey, uncle, be careful-" Conan raised his hand without thinking and helped him hold the box in his arms.
"Thank you, thank you..." The man couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he found out that it was a short child, and quickly hugged the cardboard box again.
With this action, Conan glanced at the box in his arms and couldn't help but wonder.
Don’t these boxes all have old books written on them? Why are they not only original English books that should not appear in the children’s reading area, but they are also wrapped in plastic and look completely brand new.
Conan raised his head and examined the man for two seconds, silently using his reasoning to judge his situation.
Two seconds later, he said in his usual childish voice, pretending to be innocent: "Uncle, are you very hot? There is sweat on your head."
" I..." After hearing what he said, the man was instinctively startled. After regaining his composure, he quickly raised one sleeve and wiped his face randomly.
He has not yet grasped the decisive evidence, and if he acts rashly and is discovered by the curator...
"Why don't you put the box down?" Conan looked at him holding the heavy book box with one hand and tidying up his appearance, and kindly reminded him, "It's inconvenient to wipe sweat with one hand, right?"
"Oh, oh, right..." The man seemed to finally break free from some tense emotions, regained control of his expression, put down the carton, and took a deep breath.
Although he did not dare to call the police for fear that it would attract the attention of the curator in advance, the curator has not become suspicious after all.
You can't show anything strange, and you can't let the curator notice.
He still has his own family to take care of. He has a wife and children. He is not alone and cannot be so aggressive...
Thinking like this, he quickly tidied up his situation, not forgetting to carefully adjust the position of the books in the carton so that it still looked like it had not been touched, and then put the half-covered seal on Close again.
In this way, it will be exactly the same as when it was not opened.
Almost as soon as he finished packing his things, a voice came from the aisle outside the bookshelf.
"Tamatian, what are you doing here?"
Conan, who was watching the whole process of the man sorting out his emotions, turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with deeply sunken nasolabial folds and a mean face, who was frowning. He walked toward them with frowning eyebrows.
"Oh, I'm..." The man known as Tamada was about to reply when Conan raised his volume and interrupted him with a sharp, harsh childish voice.
"This uncle is helping me find books!" Conan raised the book in his hand, "I can't reach the bookshelf, please help me get it down!"
Director I glanced at the book cover in his hand, then looked at the empty space on the shelf next to the height of an adult's neck, and then my expression eased.
"So that's it. Just don't be lazy, Tamada, don't let me live up to my expectations."
"Yes, curator!" He stood up instinctively and bowed in a standard manner. Bowing, Yutian couldn't help but show a slightly frightened look on his downturned face.
What does he mean by this? Is he really just beating himself because he thinks the employees are lazy, or has he noticed something?
I haven’t told anyone about this yet, but with some unrealistic expectations, I went to publish the commission on that strange website.
It should be, it won’t be discovered, it won’t be, don’t scare yourself, don’t expose your flaws...
Conan, standing on the side, carefully observed the interaction between the two people, and couldn’t help but squint. Squint your eyes.
Something weird...
(End of this chapter)