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

Amuro was stunned, and looked at Tang Ze with an inexplicable face: "Huh? What is this strange problem? ”

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

"Isn't it normal for everyone to have a wish?" Amuro threw down the wet towel that wiped his hands speechlessly, "Don't change the subject, I asked you first, what were you talking about with Conan in the afternoon?" ”

Although Tang Ze didn't go with him, but because of Joker's appearance, poor Kazami Yuya also followed the news for another day, although it was not like dealing with Tang Ze's related information, which needed to be cleared one by one, but because the large amount of property in the case was missing, the follow-up work of the Italian bandit group was still troublesome.

Now that he sees Karasawa and Conan talking together, Amuro will instinctively be alert.

"It's just about talking about the Paradise Game press conference." Tang Ze's mouth, a deceitful ghost, he opened his mouth to talk nonsense, "He said that Joker might go to this press conference and talk to me seriously about how to protect Maori classmates. ”

"Joker is going?" Toru Amuro frowned, remembering that Conan was the only one to face Joker twice, and couldn't help but ask seriously, "Did he find something?" ”

Tang Ze shrugged: "It's just possible, is the child's thinking more active, maybe he just said that, so that you can agree with me in the past." ”

Amuro raised his eyebrows, not believing Tang Ze's statement.

No matter where Conan got the news, in short, I will tell Kazami Yuya first, and I will arrange for manpower control tomorrow.

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

"Did you see any weird tests on the internet?" Amuro shook his head.

But, wish......

He wiped his hands clean, cut the ham and toast, and made the sandwich, and a few bits and pieces flew past him so fast that he couldn't tell the difference.

Of course, there are wishes, dreams, realities, regrets and pains, no one is exempt from vulgarity.

Triple-Face's life has given him a multifaceted and fragmented life, as well as more dreams and more regrets.

Amuro didn't show any expression on his face, just smiled softly with some nostalgia: "My wish is world peace." ”

If he hadn't had been organized, if he hadn't had so much sin and hatred, his life would have been very different.

But Toru Amuro is not a fantasy person. He never dared to forget the past, but he did not dare to dwell on it. He must carry the past and set out for the future.

"What an amazing dream." Tang Ze observed his expression, examined it carefully, and then smiled, "It's not easy to have such a pure dream when you grow up. ”

Amuro narrowed his eyes, realizing that Karasawa was indeed a kyo Kyoto man: "...... I suspect you kid is calling me naïve. ”

"No, I'm really impressing." Tang Ze innocently raised his hand.

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

With that, Amuro turned around and picked up his phone and began to edit a new mission email for Yuya Kazami.

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

What would be a force enough to cause trauma or enough to be a desire for Valley-Zero?

He's not repentant, he's not complaining, he's drawing the thrust from his suffering, he's—

Tang Ze began to type.

"Name: Valley-Zero

Location: Polo Cafe

Positioning: Cinema"

A female voice from the speaker of the phone came from which he turned it very low.

"The location is locked."

Tang Ze squinted and smiled, did not click the button for navigation in another world, turned off the screen again and put down the phone.

He always loves the feeling of getting a piece like this and being able to fit it into a puzzle perfectly, it's fantastic.

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

The corners of Conan's mouth twitched: "Who is this handsome uncle, does he have a dime to do with Uncle Maori?" ”

Suzuki Sonoko, who was standing next to them, nodded sharply in agreement, and glanced unhappily at Maori Kogoro, who was holding on to the door frame with a vegetable face.

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

Apparently hungover, Maori Kogoro said stiffly: "I'm fine!" ”

"Didn't you drink the decanting soup?" Tang Ze also sighed, since the first time he went to the Maori office, he gave Maori Lan his usual decanting soup recipe, if he took it honestly, how could he not vomit like this.

"I drank five or six glasses of decanting soup...... ...... vomit," Kogoro Maori covered his mouth and retched.

"yes, five or six glasses of gin vodka whiskey mixed together." Conan complained, "It's better to just drink only one, drink a whole bottle, and you won't get drunk like this." ”

"Why do you like to drink so much?" Maorilan muttered and complained, but still handed him the bottled water, "Is the wine that good?" ”

Tang Ze was inexplicably weak, his eyes drifted, and he coughed and looked at the spray-painted propaganda wall: ""Detective Mori Kogoro's reasoning hall", it's very powerful." ”

Suzuki Sonoko stared at the handsome middle-aged detective printed on it, and said disapprovingly: "Didn't you say that it was supervised by the uncle himself, why is it so unrestored." ”

The promotional picture is so handsome, but the real person looks like a drunkard in a trance, it's completely fraud, fraud!

"Alright, let's go store things first." Tang Ze understood Yan Gou's anger, reached out and patted her shoulder, "There are more and more people, and it will take a long time to line up if you don't go in." ”

Suzuki Sonoko turned his head and saw Tang Ze's face, his attitude softened directly, and he secretly rubbed half a step closer: "That's right, store the bag or something, the venue is very large, experience the game and walk around, it's very tiring to carry the bag." ”

Mori Lan held up Mori Kogoro, who was not in good condition, and Conan followed behind Karasawa and Suzuki Sonoko with his hands in his pockets, and the group merged into the crowd and lined up in the storage room.

"Is it Mr. Maori?" As the queue arrived, Mori Kogoro was attracted by a shout, only to see a few young men in standard social animal suits and ties with the same clips squeezed into the queue.

Maori Kogoro felt that he was familiar, and he couldn't name him for a while, so he nodded awkwardly and said, "You are ......"

"Contemptible Nakajima, Nakajima Hideaki, your game is the project I am responsible for." Hideaki Nakajima smiled heartily.

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

"Your number plate." Tang Ze's commuter bag was stuffed into the locker, and he moved his shoulders a little unaccustomed to take the No. 96 sign.

"Nakajima, stop talking!" A slap slapped directly from behind on Hideaki Nakajima, who was having a good conversation with Mori Kogoro, and another social animal with glasses said anxiously, "If you don't enter the venue again, you won't have time to set up the booth, and the event will start in twenty minutes." ”

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Hideaki Nakajima glanced at his colleague unhappily, and then turned around with a smile, "Mr. Mori, can you let us cut the queue first?" Please, the president is coming if you don't enter the venue again. ”

Kogoro Maori looked at the other two sweaty people behind him and moved out of the way.

Three identical boxes were placed on the counter.

The service staff registered them one by one, looked at the three identical bags, and kindly reminded: "Please correspond to the number plate, don't make a mistake." ”

Several people looked at the three bags side by side.

The rest of them were just curious about the obviously wholesale bag, and Tang Ze's eyes were slightly respectful.

appeared, the traditional craftsmanship of the rice flower people, hand-refined bombs, with enough firepower and large movement, can blow an eight-foot man to pieces and blow through the concrete of the bathroom by the way, and the volume is only the size of a briefcase......

Tang Ze thinks that the organization should consider recruiting the murderer in this case, this skill must be very compatible with gin.