When Amuro returned to Café Poro, it was drizzling in Tokyo, and the hazy rain and mist poured on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the café, softening the faint light of the attic into a warm light.

He suddenly remembered the first night Tang Ze came here.

He was the same, sitting in the driver's seat looking out at the attic with the door closed, his brow furrowed and at a loss.

He galloped all the way from Gunma back to Tokyo, and now the night was dark and silent, as if to match the pain in his heart.

Amuro took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the café, and walked up to the attic.

The attic door was unlocked, and he turned the handle and managed to open it.

A man in a Didan school uniform sat at his desk in the attic with his back to the door, humming softly, the low attic was clean and tidy, illuminated by the ceiling lamp, as if everything was as usual.

If it weren't for the man who appeared to be Karasawa wiping a sniper rifle in his hand, Amuro might have dismissed the video that made him desperate as a nightmare.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Tang Ze quickly disassembled the gun in his hand into accessories, put them on the table one by one, stood up with a smile, and stretched out his hand towards Amuro: "Hello, you are the bourbon senior, I'm Kumail, it's the first time we meet, please advise." ”

He uttered a set of honorifics similar to Karasawa when he first came, which made the hatred in Amuro's heart even stronger.

Amuro's face was gloomy, and he didn't touch his outstretched hand, but just hugged his arms and asked, "Whose plan is it for you to replace Tang Zezhao?" Why didn't I be notified in advance as a task performer? Are you the one who brought the gin, where did he get the authority to stuff people under me without permission, should you give me an explanation? ”

Kumel was stunned for a moment, and didn't mind his vicious attitude, but withdrew his hand and put it in the trouser pocket of the school uniform: "Senior, if you have any dissatisfaction with him, it's better to get angry with him directly, I'm just a newcomer, but I can't care about this kind of thing." ”

"Gin said you could use a snipe." Amuro kept his bad attitude and lifted his chin lightly. "How many yards?"

"600 yards, Bourbon senior."

"What about fighting, what will it be?"

"Boxing."

"You're still going to be disguised?"

"Uh-huh, do you want to try it senior?"

Kummel adapts well to his aggressive questioning style, responding honestly and smilingly as if he were answering an interview question from HR.

Amuro looked at this handsome face that belonged to Tang Ze, and all that flashed in his mind was Tang Ze's eyes and bloody cheeks before he died.

Letting his killer just talk to himself with his face like this, Amuro felt a wave of disgust.

Seeing that Amuro didn't reject his proposal, Kumel smiled and turned back to the table, where there was a multi-layered makeup case containing some commonly used cosmetics and strange bottles and cans, which were supposed to be the tools he used for disguise.

"Do you want to try it and look like what I am now? If you have a troublesome complexion, you may need a strong concealer...... Just kidding. While fiddling with the box, Kumel muttered, "Just give me a reference map, I can make sure I can make the exact same face, my disguise skills are much more powerful than my fists and kicks, you will ...... in the future Well? Predecessor? ”

As he turned his back to speak, Amuro pulled out his gun from his lower back, opened the safety load, and pressed against the back of the head of the person in front of him without hesitation.

Kummel looked innocent, his hands were one, and the makeup brush and bottle he had grabbed fell back into the box, and then he raised his hands in amusement to signal his harmlessness.

"I don't like where people get dirty." Amuro's voice was tinged with the chill of winter snow, "I don't like to use fake faces against other people's goods." ”

Now the attic is very clean, not to mention the smell of blood, not even a trace of blood can be found.

Amuro knew very well what he should do, he should also smile and praise the other party's superb methods of cleaning up the scene and disposing of the body, so as to inquire about the whereabouts of Tang Ze's body, and he should also cordially hug the other party's shoulders, say some specious temptations, and be an excellent intelligence worker.

But he couldn't.

Just as he couldn't put on any good face to Shuichi Akai, when he saw Kumail's appearance, he was always reminded of the blood and godless eyes of the victims.

Even if he packaged them as "bourbon is cloudy and grumpy" behavior, it can't hide that this is essentially an impulse to be imprudent.

He knew he just couldn't do it.

Now, at least for now, he didn't want to see this person greet him with a smile on the face that belonged to Tang Ze, he wanted to tear off this layer of disguise, look directly at the truly hateful face, look directly at another unforgivable murderer.

So Amuro reached out directly, grabbed Kumail's cheek fiercely, and pulled hard-

"Pain, pain, pain!" Kumail, who was held to the head with a pistol, shouted without an image, and raised his hand to cover the side of his face that had been torn out by Amuro with a red mark, "I said it would hurt like this!" ”

…… Well?

Well?!?!

Amuro withdrew his hand blankly and looked down at the glove.

The fabric on the top is clean and clean, without any cosmetic powder.

He looked up and looked even more blankly at Kumel, who had bent over and inhaled because of the pain.

"Where's your disguise?" Amuro heard his own shocked and trembling voice, "No, you don't have a disguise ......"

Tang Ze rubbed his numb face with one hand - Amuro Toru was really deadly, it hurt so much - ignored the muzzle of the gun that was pointed straight at him, and turned around with a smile on his face.

"Scared? Mr. Amuro. ”

Amuro blinked, blinked, blinked desperately.

He opened his mouth slightly and lowered his raised gun abruptly.

"You're Tang Ze...... You, you're ......"

"It's me." Karasawa no longer spoke in the sweet and greasy style of Akechigoro, and reverted to his old tone, "I'm not dead, Mr. Amuro. No, you can't be called that, can you? ”

It was only then that Amuro's brain, which had gone blank again, finally began to function normally.

"Nakumel and Akechi Goro, that video ......" If it weren't for the stupidity of such a move, Amuro would have taken out his phone to play back the attached video in his mailbox, or pressed and held Tang Zezai to carefully examine his face.

Tang Ze lowered his head and began to laugh, laughing so much that his shoulders shrugged.

"If it's filmed in a special way, you should think it's a realistic scene." Tang Ze looked relaxed, took out a black camera from his pocket, and shook it in front of Amuro's eyes.

Actually, there are some risks in doing so, and Tang Ze is very clear.

This risk doesn't mean that his waistcoat that he managed to fake his death from the organization will fall off, but that he won't be able to explain his methods to Amuro.

He used methods beyond the scope of science to shoot and camouflage, and where he learned [disguise], [sniper] and [fighting] is even more inexplicable.

To be on the safe side, he should continue to hide from Amuro.

But he couldn't.

Anyway, even if they knew that this "Tang Zezhao" was played by "Wise Wulang", the qualified undercover agent would not arrest him for the sake of a momentary mood, and Conan and others had no way of knowing the news that "Tang Ze has changed people", and in fact, Tang Ze, who had not been replaced at all, did not have any risk of being found out to be a fake Tang Ze by the Red Side, after all, he was the one who was fake.

On the contrary, a showdown with Amuro is an option full of uncertainties.

He would have to tell Amuro about his plan, at least part of it, and it would be more or less revealing that he possessed abilities related to cognitive science, and no matter how Amuro understood it, his abnormal level of intelligence would definitely be detected by Amuro.

Don't tell him, there is a hundred benefits and no harm, singing and dancing.

Tell him that there isn't much benefit to it except that he can peel off Amuro's onion skin to the end and expose Zero's true body.

He knew he just couldn't do it.

In fact, in the original plan, he really planned to hide it, as long as he wanted to, he had more ways to cover it up, and more ways to make Amuro Toru believe that Tang Ze was already cold, and the ashes were poured into Tokyo Bay.

But when Karasawa saw Amuro sitting in a quiet theater like a forest of steles, looking over with a smile on his face, he saw those who had died haunting his sweet dreams......

Tang Ze found that he really couldn't indifferently let Amuro exacerbate the tearing in his heart, and he couldn't indifferently make him hate himself deeply because he loved himself.

Tang Ze must admit that he can no longer see Amuro as a paper man who has changed dimensions, and he can't manipulate the fate of his friends without any burden like executing game strategies.

This is real, a flesh-and-blood man, an undercover agent with a complicated past, and a friend who has lived with him for a long time.

So......

Tang Ze smiled relievedly.

"Shouldn't you tell me your real name, Mr. Gong?"