Chapter 61 Tang Ze's mouth, a lie

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 61 Tang Ze's mouth, a lie

"Mr. Amuro, do you have any wishes?"

Amuro paused and looked at Tang Ze for no reason: "Hmm? What's the strange problem?"

Tang Ze leaned his head closer and asked persistently: "So, is there any?"

"Everyone has a wish, isn't that normal?" Toru Amuro threw down the wet towel that wiped his hands speechlessly, "Don't change the topic, I asked you first, what are you talking about with Conan in the afternoon?"

Although Tang Ze did not go with him, the poor Huomi Yu followed the news for another day because of the Joker's appearance. Although it did not need to be cleared one by one like dealing with Tang Ze's related information, the follow-up work of the Italian robbers was still full of trouble because the large amount of money in the case disappeared.

Now that he saw Tang Ze and Conan gather together to talk, Toru Amuro would be instinctively alert.

"It's just about talking about the press conference of the Paradise Game." Tang Ze's mouth was a lie, and he said these nonsense. "He said that Joker might go to this press conference and was seriously talking to me about how to protect Maori classmate."

"Will the Joker go?" Amuro Toru frowned, remembering that Conan was the only person involved who faced Joker twice, and couldn't help but ask seriously, "Has he discovered something?"

Tang Ze shrugged: "It's just possible. Is the child's mind more active? Maybe he just said this so that he could agree to me in the past."

Amuro raised his eyebrows and did not believe Tang Ze's statement.

No matter where Conan comes from, I would like to tell Feng Jianyu first that manpower will be arranged tomorrow.

"Mr. Amuro, I answered your question, so what about your answer?" Tang Ze persevered and leaned closer, "What is your wish?"

"Did you see any strange tests on the Internet?" Toru Amuro shook his head.

But, wish...

He wiped his hands clean, cut open the ham and toast, and made sandwiches. Some fragmented scenes quickly passed by his eyes, so fast that he couldn't tell the difference.

Of course there are wishes, dreams, reality, regrets and pain, and no one can escape the vulgarity.

Triple-face's life gave him a multi-faceted split life, and also gave him more dreams and more regrets.

Amuro had no expression on his face, but just smiled softly with nostalgia: "My wish is world peace."

If there was no organization, if there were no so many sins and hatred, his life would be completely different.

But Toru Amuro is not a person who likes fantasy. He never dares to forget the past, but he dares not indulge in the past. He must carry the past and set out towards the future.

"What about an amazing dream." Tang Ze observed his expression, looked at it carefully, and then smiled, "It is not easy to have such a pure dream when he grows up."

Amuro narrowed his eyes and realized that Tang Ze was indeed a sarcastic Kyoto native: "...I suspect you boy is saying that I'm childish."

"No, I really admire it." Tang Ze raised his hand innocently.

Amuro glanced at him and put the sandwich in front of him: "Shut up and eat."

After saying that, Toru Amuro turned around and picked up his phone and began to edit a new task email to Yuuya Shizuki.

Tang Ze picked up the sandwich and took a bite, and also picked up his cell phone.

What would be the power that can cause trauma or be a desire for Gu Zero?

He is not regretful, he is not mourning, he draws forward thrust from suffering, and then he—

Tang Ze started inputting.

"Name: Jigu Zero

Location: Polo Coffee House

Positioning: Cinema”

A female voice that was tuned very low by him came from the speaker of the phone.

“The location is locked.”

Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled, without clicking the button for navigation in another world, and turned off the screen and put down the phone.

He always likes the feeling of getting a piece of fragment like this and being able to embed the puzzle perfectly, which is great.

———

"Wow..." Tang Ze looked at the huge spray painting in front of him and shouted in an unknown sense.

Conan's mouth twitched: "Who is this handsome uncle? Is it related to Uncle Maori?"

Suzuki Sonoko, who was standing next to them, nodded in agreement very much, and glanced unhappily at Kogoro Mori who was holding the door frame with a look of dish.

Ran Maori sighed helplessly: "Dad, is it really okay for you to attend the press conference like this?"

Apparently, Kogoro Mouri was in the hangover and said, "I'm fine!"

"Didn't you drink sober soup?" Tang Ze also sighed. Since the first time he went to Maori's office, he gave Maori Ran the sober soup recipe he used. If he took it honestly, he would never vomit like this.

"What kind of sobering soup I only drank five or six cups...drip..." Kogoro Mouri covered his mouth and retching.

"Yes, I drank five or six cups of gin vodka whiskey." Conan complained, "It's better to just drink one, drink a whole bottle, and you won't be so drunk."

"Why do you like drinking so much?" Ran Mouri murmured, but handed him the bottle of water, "Is the wine that good?"

Tang Ze felt guilty, his eyes drifted, and he coughed and looked at the spray-painted propaganda wall: ""The Detective Kogoro Mouri's Mystery Museum" is very powerful."

Suzuki Yuanko stared at the handsome middle-aged detective who was printed on her head, and was shocked in disagreement: "Didn't it say that it was produced by the uncle himself? Why don't he restore it so much?"

The promotional picture is so handsome, but the real person looks like a drunkard with a trance. It is completely a fraud, a fraud!

"Okay, go in and store things first." Tang Ze understood Yan Gou's anger and reached out to pat her on the shoulder, "There are more and more people, and it will take a long time to wait if you don't go in."

Suzuki Yuanko turned her head and saw Tang Ze's face. Her attitude softened directly. She approached half a step in secret: "That's right, store all the bags. The venue is very large. I'm very tired when I experience the game and carry the bag."

Ran Maori held Kogoro Mori who was in poor condition, and Conan followed Tangzawa and Suzuki Yuanko with both hands in his pockets. The group gathered into the crowd and was in the queue for the item storage.

"Is it Mr. Maori?" When he was about to arrive, Kogoro Mori was attracted by a shout and saw a few young people wearing standard social livestock suits and tied with the same clips squeezed into the queue.

Kogoro Maori felt that he looked familiar, and couldn't call out his name for a while, so he nodded awkwardly and said, "You are..."

"I am Nakajima, Nakajima Hideaki, your game is the plan I am responsible for." Nakajima Hideaki smiled cheerfully.

"Oh, yes, I met you at the planning meeting last time." Kogoro Mouri suddenly realized.

"Your number plate." Tang Ze's commuter bag was stuffed into the locker. He moved his shoulder a little unaccustomedly and took the No. 96 sign.

"Nakajima, stop talking!" He slapped him directly from behind and saw Hideaki Nakajima who had a great chat with Kogoro Mouri. Another cattle man with glasses said anxiously, "If you don't enter the venue, you will have to set up the booth. The event will be about to start in twenty minutes."

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Hideaki Nakajima glanced at his colleague unhappily, and turned around with a smile, "Can Mr. Maori let us join the team first? Please, the president will arrive if he doesn't enter the venue."

Kogoro Mori looked at the other two people behind him with sweat, and moved away from the position without much attention.

Three identical boxes were placed on the counter.

The service staff registered them one by one, looked at the three exactly the same bags, and kindly reminded: "Please correspond to the number plate, don't make any mistakes."

Several people looked at the three bags side by side together.

The rest of the people were just curious about the obviously wholesale bags, while Tang Ze's eyes were slightly respectful.

It appeared, the traditional craftsman of Mihua people, handmade refined bombs, sufficient firepower and great movement, can blow an eight-foot man into pieces and then blow through the concrete in the bathroom, and the size of a briefcase is only the size of a briefcase...

Tang Ze thought the organization should consider recruiting the murderer in this case? This craft must be very consistent with Gin.
Chapter completed!