Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

"Here you come, I want to ask me if you have something?"

Tang Ze took out the key and opened the door of the Polo Cafe and asked without any surprise.

"...Hmm." Conan put his hands in his pocket and responded muffled.

"I ran down so late, won't Mr. Maori and the others have any objections?" Tang Ze pushed open the door and made an action to invite him in.

"Uncle Maori and Xiaoran rushed to the police station." Conan shook his head, "They left shortly after they sent me back. I guess they were going to search for some movements in the fourth class and asked them to cooperate."

"Then you have to rest early, it's almost 11 o'clock... Although I don't know if you should be considered a child like this."

Tang Ze skillfully took him around the table and chairs, touched the stairs in the attic, and pressed the light on.

Conan walked into the low mezzanine loft, looked left and right, surprised by its changes.

The small attic that has always existed only as a temporary rest room is undoubtedly relatively simple, with only one bed, a chair and a table, highlighting the respect for the P5 setting.

Tang Ze himself has never really regarded this as his territory for a long time and has never invested in anything.

It was not until he reached a certain tacit understanding with Tomo Amuro that his three identities clearly separated the family members, that Tang Ze felt a little bit like his own home, and slowly made arrangements and renovations, giving this place a sense of life.

"...Is this one specially bought for me?" Conan patted the bean bag sofa in the small trumpet and sat on it. He was moved by this down-to-earth experience. After he became smaller, he had to climb up the stool wherever he sat, and his feet were always hanging in the air, "The height was right."

Tang Ze glanced at him strangely, sat down on the tall one, and said tactfully: "Well... this sofa is a set."

After reacting for a few seconds, Conan's face suddenly turned dark.

What, is this a leg resting kick?!

"Since you like it, I will leave it to you from now on. I won't use it anyway." Tang Ze sniffed, "Okay, what do you want to ask me?"

Conan patted the soft bean bag sofa, hesitated for a while, and then said in a vague manner: "About that medicine..."

"Medical? I thought I would ask Maori about it first." Tang Ze raised his eyebrows.

Conan laughed dryly and grinned awkwardly: "...I'm a little overreacting, right?"

After leaving the villa rented by Asami Uchida and his friends, his emotions were relieved a lot.

If you think about it seriously, his hostility is quite unreasonable.

Tang Ze has been with them for a while, and it is not difficult to see what Tang Ze said before is true.

Although he is a guy with a bit of a heavy mind and likes to tease people, he is indeed a very reliable friend.

Since he said bluntly that he had no idea about Xiaolan, he repeatedly suspected that it seemed that Conan didn't trust what he said.

"Hmm~" Tang Ze crossed his legs, pressed his elbows on his knees to support his cheeks, and waved his hand indifferently, "I understand that you can't control your stress because of anxiety. In fact, what I said to Maori classmate should be given to you first... Don't worry about gains and losses, children."

Although Conan's character as a jealous king of rice flowers has never collapsed, he actually rarely radiates this emotion to his friends who are already familiar with him. Tang Ze has been in his social circle for several months and should have been eliminated by him from the ranks of love rivals. A few simple jokes have no reason to cause such great anxiety.

Is the root cause? Tang Ze has also figured it out quite clearly in the past few hours.

In fact, Conan is too anxious. His hope of turning back is slim. If he cannot change back one day, he will be unable to tell the truth to Ran Maori. After so many months, his mentality is somewhat pessimistic and imbalanced.

Regarding this... Tang Ze is really unforgivable.

Conan also has reason to say, what is the strength of the original Conan? What is the strength you are giving now? Who are your group of people? You ask me to resist!

At this moment, the main plot has only advanced to the death of Akimi Miyano, and Shirley has not defected from the organization. However, due to the variables of Tang Ze, there are two bottles of fake wine living downstairs of his house. The tequila has turned into agave sauce, and the big fried pussy has also exploded through the Shinkansen to reveal its charm.

Not to mention in the original work, he actually realized the identity of Miyano Akimi after Haibara appeared; Tang Ze's commission had also become related to the organization, and the dark clouds in the police system were shrouded over his head; today's case revealed that the organization may also have a strong influence in the field of medicine...

The organization seemed to be everywhere, and he seemed to have done nothing so far, weak and powerless.

The output has been Joker, and he has eaten the exhaust all the way to this day.

The so-called ignorance is a blessing. The fundamental reason for his reckless performance in the original work is that he lacks understanding of the true size of the organization.

Tang Ze wanted to cure his iron head, so he simply started to carry the weight and train.

Now it seems that the intensity is too fierce, which is a bit too much. Although Lao Baigan let Conan go back briefly, he left a greater impression than solving the problem, and the embarrassment of running away in front of Ran Maori.

In other words, Conan was beaten and autistic, and began to doubt whether he could recover.

Due to the well-known reason for Ke Xue's time view, whether the victims who become smaller after taking A drug are still a question.

If he can't go back, can't let Xiaolan wait for him to grow up again, right?

Conan, who had subconsciously began to doubt himself, was like a food-protecting cat, baring his teeth around Maori Ran, trying to drive away all possible threats, and Tang Ze was not incomprehensible.

"Are you scared, Kudo?" Tangze called his real name rarely - after all, it was not Hattori Heiji, and he called him a hundred homophones that interpreted Kudo all day long - he said solemnly, "I'm afraid that 'Kudo Shinichi' will never come back, and you can no longer stand in front of her with your true identity. Are you worried about this?"

Conan lowered his head and looked at his spread palm. The child's hands were round and tender.

His own hands were to be round with a big Maori Ran. If they were stacked together, they could completely cover her soft palms.

But now, he had to stretch his fingers out with all his strength, and he could only touch her second knuckle...

After becoming "Conan Edogawa", he often held Ran Mori's hand. The intimate contact he had dreamed of holding hands, hugging, sleeping with his head and head, and easily achieved as a child...

At first he was secretly happy about this, but soon it became a greater panic and helplessness.

"Can I really do it?" He tightened his five fingers, his tone unable to hide his confusion. "At that time, I insisted on staying and insisted on not leaving with my parents. I felt that I had a reason to be inseparable, I wanted to..."

I want to stay by her side, protect her, and watch her...

"Why can't it be done?" Tang Ze stretched out his other hand and covered Conan's raised hair. "Have you ever noticed the existence of this organization in this country for more than ten years? Will you believe that there is such a force that weaves a huge net, quietly hiding in the shadow of the world, using every tremor of the spider silk to perceive and even control the world? In just a few months, you have grabbed their tails and can tell their code words... Isn't this worth pride?"

"But..." Conan did not look up, and buried his head deeper with the cover of Tang Ze's palm. "The more I find them, the more I doubt them. With just a little motivation, can I really compete with them? Whether it is your case or...I have nothing to gain until now."

He was really autistic... Tang Ze blinked and changed his guidance.

"You are a detective, right? Then I ask you, why is there no perfect crime in the world?"

I'm back, I'm afraid I can't add more today

But another rich guy called Mi QAQ and owed 2 more chapters
Chapter completed!