Chapter 243 All this is operation

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 243 All this is operation

"I know you are a guy who is good at picking up people. He pulled Xingkawa and me back in a few words," Miyano Akimi picked up his arm and took a deep breath, "But you really just went upstairs and made a phone call and slept for a while? He is..."

If a man with no blonde hair looks like a normal human being - probably? - Akimi Miyano was simply suspicious. Just like he could create a 28-inch gun with his bare hands, he might have also been transformed from where Tang Ze was.

Otherwise, it would take only more than an hour before and after, how did this turn into a living person?

Akimi Miyano, who didn't know the truth in a certain sense, sighed out the breath he had sucked in and turned his head helplessly to make tea for Lyon.

What else can you do? People are standing here, so you can't be too rude.

If you can be taken directly to the base, you must be someone trusted by Tang Ze, so... if you have any questions, please ask later.

"Do you get along well with your family?" Lyon smiled as he watched Miyano Akimi pull Hoshikawa and walk away with a whisper.

"You look very familiar with me. You really sit in the room every day to peek at the screen?" Tang Ze walked to the sofa and sat down, tentatively threw an apple over. Seeing that it was naturally caught by Lyon, he shook his head, "It's really physical... Although I know that this world is strange, others can really see you. This is a little weird. Oh, or are you essentially like Mary, not a serious velvet assistant?"

As long as he thinks about it, he can not only pull out all kinds of things from the prop bar anytime and anywhere, but also pull out a living person... and it feels strange everywhere.

He picked up the apple and took a bite. Lyon shrugged his shoulders: "Isn't this a great thing for you? Every day, I'm busy with makeup and remove makeup, and I'll take someone to wear onion skin with you... Is it a great time to have fun?"

"It's interesting, it's really interesting." Thinking of this, Tang Ze sighed a little annoyed, "It's a pity that it seems that it's not easy to teach others the technology of disguise. My energy alone is still a little limited, otherwise I can play some more operations..."

As he was talking, Tang Ze's cell phone rang twice. Judging from the sound effects, someone should be sending a message to the joker.

"The protagonist is coming." Tang Ze stopped chatting and took out his cell phone helplessly.

There are only a few people who have obtained the Joker email address. This point will contact him. You don’t need to use your brain to know that it must be Conan.

But just got a wave of rank rewards, Tang Ze, who felt that he was short of his staff, still worked hard to do customer service.

This is a long email, with a small opening and dense black characters occupying the entire mobile phone screen.

Tang Ze dragged the page and read it little by little. The further down, he couldn't help but shrink his head back, and his chin was almost squeezed out.

Leon, who had no longer had Tang Ze's vision, looked at his expression curiously, walked around behind him and looked at him, and immediately laughed.

"Don't you like to operate, Master Micro-Fucking?" He patted Tang Ze on the shoulder twice, "I'm happy now?"

———

"Ding Dong--"

The sound was harsh and sharp, and the doorbell of Kudo House, which had not yet been well repaired, made a miserable scream, revealing the tragic feeling of not paying wages and working overtime.

Tang Ze stood in front of the neighbor's door and felt that he had briefly empathized with the doorbell at this moment.

Not long after, the door was opened, and Conan sneakily poked his head out, and then met-

——A face belonging to Shinichi Kudo.

"Isn't this your own family? Why do you look like a thief?" Tang Ze said expressionlessly.

He was wearing Joker's uniform that showed off the school. He just took a look at the dressing mirror before going out. It was weird, it was so weird.

Kudo Shinichi was wearing all the school uniforms, and he really had the beauty of a joint-fighter. It would be better to open the door quickly and let him change his clothes.

Conan was also very anxious. He stretched out his hand and pulled him into the door without saying a word, and said, "Come in quickly, don't see it for Haibara or the doctor. I didn't tell them about this."

"After all, your plan is too strange. You will be regarded as a freak if you tell me." Tang Ze stepped into the door.

The last time Ran Maori's cleaning ended, Conan, who was guilty, called her as Shinichi Kudo. After that, the housekeeper would come to clean the house regularly, so even if it was always vacant, the environment was still pretty neat.

After closing the door, Conan breathed a sigh of relief before he was in a mood to refute him: "You asked me to find a suitable identity. The wine roll director is a world-class director. His memorial service is not so easy to enter. There is no suitable way. How easy is it to ask for a temporary invitation? I have no better way in such a short time."

Why don't you? You can still just get in because you are a naughty child...

Tang Ze restrained his impulse to use the original plot to complain about him, and followed him upstairs with his fate.

If you agree, what else can you do?

He originally wanted to go to this memorial service, but now he only has a few more procedures to bring the idle detectives in with him. It's a small problem.

When he persuaded himself like this, Tang Ze still complained to him: "Just ask me to bring it in, and then let me leave as soon as possible... I'm just a disguise to take you for a while?"

"I don't mean that." Looking out the key and tiptoe to open his bedroom, Conan called it wronged, "It was you who said before that the members of the organization are baits used to attract you to take the bait. You must hide your identity well... I also said that if you don't want to go or it's inconvenient, I will ask Tang Ze to come over and you can disguise him."

Tang Ze sighed deeply and said vicissitudes: "Forget it, no need. I'll do it."

After all, he is the one who is unlucky.

Anyway, you have to be a tool person. If he takes another move, he will disguise himself?

He is not sick.

"I don't have any more suitable methods," Conan shook his head, "Please give me a doctor, but it's still very dangerous to have so many members of the organization on the scene. It's better not to involve the doctor. I know men of the same age who know me, and you are currently the two of you."

Tang Ze choked for a moment, and was helpless.

Who is this blame? It seems that he should blame himself who showed too many vests to Conan.

Suddenly I missed his chariot brothers.

If it hadn't been involved in the main line too early, this positioning should belong to Hattori Heiji.

This kind of thing should be done by him. It’s so easy to solve it with just a fan...

I have a lot of complaints in my mind, but since I have agreed to work overtime, I will accept it.

Tang Ze, who was hardworking, searched in the closet for a while, found a dark black formal outfit, and gestured in front of the mirror.

"Well, change another one? I don't like to wear this set, and I always feel that my pants are a bit long." Conan, who was standing by and watching him search, was in a mood to comment.

"That's right, you will think it's because you're shorter than me." Tang Ze vetoed him mercilessly, suppressed his protest with one hand, unfolded his clothes and prepared to change it. "Okay, hurry up, it's too eye-catching to be there too late."
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