Chapter 60: The high school student who cheats on primary school students is despicable

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 60: The high school student who cheats on primary school students is despicable

"So you got the mailbox of the joker?" Sitting on the table and chair outside the Polo Cafe, Tang Ze yawned and asked Conan while flipping through the exercise book casually.

Fortunately, the math teacher didn't care much about handwriting. The handwriting differences in this exercise book that had been written by two people in succession were really big. However, Tang Ze didn't care at all and said that the experience was good and he would dare to do it next time.

Conan stared at the note with deep grudges, with the email address left by the copied Joker.

The trailer is really too distinctive, and he dare not take it out directly, which is too eye-catching.

"And I also got his reply." Conan was puzzled, "He said before that he knew the identity of the man in black, but he refused to explain it in the email, so he just asked me to attend the game conference on time...

Is there any reason to let me go?"

If you don’t go, what if the tequila doesn’t explode? Tang Ze is still waiting for the update of his achievements. He is almost tired of drinking whiskey.

"Is there a possibility?" Tang Ze misleaded seriously, "joker has reasons why he cannot show up, such as those who know him, those who may find him, or he has sun allergies, social phobia..."

As he spoke, Tang Ze was really moved.

Yes, he now has the skill of disguise, and Joker's gray hair image is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Can he create another realistic image for Joker? For example, albinism, so he cannot accept direct sunlight, and the eyes are also due to disease problems.

It shines directly on the sun, so it is like a blind man...

Good ideas, write them down.

What are the things and what? Conan's eyebrows are leaping straight.

The first two reasons are like some words. Maybe Joker has a certain relationship with those people, which prevents him from being present in person. You should know that this is also a guy who can disguise himself. If he is willing to sneak into the venue and investigate by himself, he doesn't need to borrow a detective at all.

What to check for...

What's the thing behind? Not to mention Joker, he will write his sexy slutty on his face and acts like a second-blower. Social phobia, you can't put small cards in your pockets everywhere! It's hard to refute sun allergies.

After all, you have never seen a joker during the day...

No, where to follow! Conan took back his divergent thoughts and looked at Tang Ze and curled his lips: "You told Mr. Amuro that you were going to the press conference, right?"

"Don't worry, he has agreed and will not come to scold you with a bad face." Tang Ze really sympathized with Conan. He didn't know whether the image he played was indeed successful or whether Conan's physical condition was really conspicuous, Anmuro

Toru always uses an attitude of "you are bringing bad kids" to prevent him from running around with Conan. "This time, Maori and Suzuki will come, and there is also Mr. Maori."

"Yes..." Thinking of this, Conan felt helpless, "Mantiantang made a detective game based on Uncle Maori, and invited him and Xiaolan to attend the press conference. Yuanzi heard that you were going to

, she immediately wanted to come together. Her family and Mantian have many cooperation projects, and it is very easy for her to want a ticket."

Really, since Joker would specifically ask him to participate, maybe something big will happen to this event, but Conan's current identity has no position to oppose their presence...

A headache.

Tang Ze photographed Conan sympathetically: "There is no way, so let's do it now. At least Mr. Maori and others have good physical skills. If a violent case occurs, it will be safer than you alone."

Conan nodded heavily, and followed the Amuro Toru that he had just mentioned, thinking about what was happening on the ship.

"...Dangze, do you know Mr. Amuro? He is your parents' friend?"

"No, but, well..." Tangze remembered the skin that Toru Amuro now put on himself, and said, "It's someone my parents will trust."

It’s not trustworthy, it’s from the Iron Blood Police.

Conan sighed: "So, is your parents in a bad situation? When I was on the boat, I saw him have a gun. Is their friends such a dangerous role?"

Tang Ze suddenly realized, yes, no wonder he always felt that something was missing. He had never played Conan in this wave, and only played Hideichi Akai and Toru Amuro that day. It was time to give Conan a knife.

"Actually..." Tang Ze put down the exercise book, stared at his fingers, and slowly entered his emotions. "I haven't told you yet. I got the news a few days ago that my parents and the others have passed away."

Conan's eyes widened for a moment: "Eh?"

"So there is really a big trick in my case." His eyes were slightly out of focus, and Tang Ze slowly curled up his hands, portraying the image of being depressed and trying to calmly analyze it, which was very layered. "It is impossible for them to entrust a lawyer to come.

Handle my case. They were gone at that time.”

Conan opened his lips and looked at the trance of Tang Ze, unable to speak.

"I should trust them more." Tang Ze's voice became lower and lower, but he couldn't stop talking. It seemed that if he didn't do this, he would be unable to control his emotions. "Even if he hadn't seen him again for many years, his parents wouldn't believe me.

It's a criminal. If they were fine at that time, they would come back to see me if they said anything... I was immersed in my emotions, complained about the world, and became dissatisfied with them... If I had thought about it earlier, if I had contacted them earlier...

…”

Conan was a little at a loss. He was not very comfortable, especially when it was so heavy, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He should say "sadness" first, or comfort Tang Ze first.

After a while of silence, he could only cover Tang Zejiao's fists, which had been smaller in size.

"Then you have to cheer up even more." He said clumsyly, trying to express his consolation, "The death of your parents may be related to your case. Leave it to me, let's investigate it together.

Find out the murderer who killed them.”

Conan only felt how pale his words were. This kind of encouragement sounded thin and powerless.

Tang Ze lowered his head, not knowing whether he was holding back his tears or suppressing his emotions, but just opened his palm and grabbed his small hand, holding it in his palm.

"I am a disciple of Sherlock Holmes, so you must have confidence in me." Conan did not break free from Tang Ze's tight grasp.

In the cafe, Amuro Tsuki, who had wiped the cup, couldn't help but sneeze twice and pinched his nose in confusion.

Is someone scolding him?

He followed the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe and looked at Conan and Tang Ze sitting on the outdoor sofa chair for some reason.

What are you talking about when a high school student shook hands with a serious face?
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