Chapter 23 How can a person with a conscience fight me!

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 23 How can a person with a conscience fight me!

Although the tarot cards given have a sense of imperial decree and the ability given is also very strange, no matter what, Tang Ze's plan this time was a great success.

Without further delaying, he packed two chiffon cakes for Conan, and just treated him as a plea for his own tricks, so he sent the detective back to the Maori Detective Office.

School was released at four o'clock, but was delayed by the murder in the art gallery until after five o'clock. If the primary school student was not sent home, it would be said that he would have taken care of the child.

"Tang Ze, can you call you like this?" Although the experience of these two hours was bumpy and shattering, the experience of the vest was broken and hit Conan a lot, now walking beside Tang Ze, he felt that it was also good to have a peer who knew his true nature.

I don't know why these days were inexplicably long, but it was not long since he was attacked by a man in black in the amusement park and became a child.

After a series of emergencies, they have to adapt to the changes in their identity and find ways to hide it from Xiaolan and Uncle Maori. He is really not a person who is good at lying. As Tang Ze said, his acting skills are not good at all, but he has to keep making up lies, which doubles the pressure on him, but he has no place to resolve it.

As at this moment, being able to speak in a real state makes Conan feel relaxed.

"Of course, Conan Jun." Tang Ze gave his newcomer's thigh, no, helping others to support the audience.

"Aren't you curious about why I got smaller? You haven't asked me."

"It's a very troublesome situation without asking. I'm not going to be able to protect myself now. Don't be curious about the part that can't help, as it will cause trouble for others." Tang Ze said this, but he thought to himself that there was no need to ask. When the omniscient detective classmate set out to investigate Tang Zeaki's case, he would naturally find traces of the black-clothed organization, and he couldn't escape the word he should say, "Compared to this, I'm more curious about why he ran to Maori's home. Suzuki said that you two are childhood sweethearts, so she and her father must know your appearance when you were a child, and she is also very familiar with you. Is it really okay to do this?"

Conan pushed his glasses and remembered the plan proposed by Dr. Agasa, and said with little confidence: "Well... someone suggested that I could make Uncle Maori a famous detective, and then when he was famous enough, he could use his channels to find the group of people who murdered me..."

Conan's voice became smaller and smaller in Tang Ze's silent and sympathetic eyes.

"No, this plan?" Conan asked quietly.

Tang Zegao said emotionally: "Imaginatively, it's a story that someone is willing to pay for money."

After being secretly yin and yang like this, Conan finally felt that Tang Ze was a Kyoto native. He scratched his temples awkwardly: "It's still feasible, right? Just like today...ah today was a mistake, but I successfully let Uncle Maori solve several cases and have begun to gain a certain reputation."

Tang Ze touched his right arm with lingering fear: "If you insist on trying this method, I have no objection. But next time, if you want me to cooperate, just say it directly, I don't want to get an anesthetic in no time."

"Ah hahaha..." A few dry laughs. Conan felt that Tang Ze's thoughts were definitely not polite in his mind now, so he changed the topic and said, "Uncle Maori has become a famous detective, is it a good thing for you? Your case also needs to be investigated through channels."

"It's hard to say." Tang Ze expressed his attitude tactfully, "If you insist on saying something has its advantages, it would be a good thing that I don't have to come forward. My identity is very embarrassing. If I participate in the case by showing off, the mastermind will not let it go. High-profile is very dangerous for me, and I am a juvenile offender. Once this is exposed, the media will pursue it again and again..."

Conan remembered the scene that Tang Ze approached Officer Megumi in the art gallery before, hoping that he would not mention it to the public, and nodded.

The sunset in the sky reflected the clouds red, and the afterglow of dusk spread on the two of them, reminding Conan of the day when he was led by Ran Maori and walked towards her house.

How was he feeling at that time?

"Don't be too pessimistic, Tang Ze." Conan raised his hand and could only reach Tang Ze's elbow, and patted him comfortably, "If you are still alive, you have hope. No matter how bad the situation is, don't give up."

Tang Ze lowered his head and looked at the child who tried hard to express his compassionate attitude, and patted his shoulder in response.

At this moment, Tang Ze was thinking, go quickly, and send him back quickly. This little kid has no sense of confidentiality. Do you know when he will refresh Akai Hideichi or Amuro, and you have to cover your fragile vest, Conan.

The two people who had no chance of meeting the radio waves walked in the orange sunset with a happy conversation, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

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Tang Ze, who was returning home late, walked into the cafe. Before he put down his bag, he was grabbed by his guardian. He walked around to check if he was injured.

"Mr. Amuro..." Tang Ze was amused and cried, and raised his hands to surrender, "I was just asked by my classmates to go to the art gallery after school and would not encounter any attacks."

Amuro Toru, who confirmed that Tang Ze did not have any new injuries, let go of the high school student who was being trampled around and walked back to the bar: "And then he encountered a murder?"

Tang Ze innocently spread his hands, "Yes, we were the first person to discover the scene. We were left by the police to assist in handling the case, so we came back late and we really didn't encounter any other troubles."

When Toro Amuro remembered this, he felt even more headache: "You don't know, you think detectives like Mr. Maori are cool, and you also want to be a detective and enjoy it?"

The intelligence officer Amuro, who has extensive information channels, naturally knew that Tang Ze played the real role in this case. The police were basically fooled by the murderer's tricks and were about to arrest the slandered scapegoat. Once the real murderer left the scene, he could deal with the pen hidden on his body. It would be difficult to find evidence to lock the murderer.

As Jiang Guling, he was very pleased to see Tang Ze, who was tortured by false accusations, chose to clear his guilt for others and become the role that would help others.

Tang Ze's disappointment with the judiciary was not catalyzed into indifference and hostility. He was soaked in the rain, and even now he was still in the heavy rain, he was willing to hold an umbrella for others. What a valuable quality.

But on the other hand, Toru Amuro also knew that Tangze was in danger.

If he appeared in the media like those detectives, in order to prevent Tang Ze from receiving more attention and causing a plan to change, Amuro Toru would not be sure what kind of treatment the organization would choose.

"Impossible? Detective or something." Tang Ze thought for a while, feeling that his words were more important than Gully Zero. Then he said, "My identity is not suitable for exposure. Let the public know that the key clues of the case were provided by a criminal, so they will question the correctness of the conclusion... I just want to help, not to cause trouble. Don't worry, Mr. Amuro, I have asked the police officer who handled the case to not disclose it."

As for the unjust case on him, it was a sharp knife, and he stabbed a conscientious person with a conscience. It was like a buff. Just stick it on your head and Tang Ze could stand on the moral high ground and urinate anywhere.

Just like Conan a few minutes ago, Amuro Toru was choked and had to reach out and pat Tang Ze on the shoulder comfortably.

It's so good. Tang Ze sighed, and his conscience did not hurt at all, saying that he would dare to do it next time.

When he participates in cases a few more times on the grounds of "not allowing others to suffer the same suffering as me", his character will be impeccable.

A young man who is hurt by violence and loses trust in society can extend his hand to everyone who is as unfortunate as himself out of a simple sense of justice and strong empathy. Whoever sees it can't say a saint!

It was another day when I didn’t have time to go to work, so I would like to try it out tonight.
Chapter completed!