"Here, do you want to ask me?"

Tang Ze took out the key to open the door of Polo's Cafe and asked without any surprise.

“…… Well. Conan replied with his hands in his pockets.

"Running down so late, Mr. Maori, won't they have an opinion?" Tang Ze pushed open the door and made a gesture to invite in.

"Uncle Maori and Ran have rushed to the police station." Conan shook his head, "They left not long after they sent me back, probably to find out what happened in the Fourth Section, and asked them to cooperate." ”

"Then we have to go to bed early, it's almost 11 o'clock...... I don't know if you're a kid like this. ”

Tang Ze skillfully led him around the table and chairs in the dark, touched the stairs of the attic, and turned on the light.

Conan walked into this low mezzanine attic and looked left and right, amazed at how it had changed.

The small loft, which has always existed only as a temporary rest room, is undoubtedly relatively rudimentary, with only a bed, a chair and a table, highlighting a respectful P5 setting.

And Tang Ze himself didn't really regard this as his own territory for a long time, and he didn't add anything.

It wasn't until he and Amuro reached a certain tacit understanding that the permanent residence of his three identities was clearly separated, and Tang Ze felt a little bit of his own home, and slowly arranged and renovated it, so that there was a breath of life here.

“…… Is this a new one just for me? Conan patted the bean bag couch on the trumpet and sat down, touched by the down-to-earth experience — he had to climb up the stool wherever he sat when he got smaller, with his feet in the air forever, "just the right height." ”

Tang Ze glanced at him strangely, sat down on the tall one, and said euphemistically, "Hmm...... This sofa is a set. ”

After a few seconds of reaction, Conan's face suddenly darkened.

What, is this a leg-resting pedal?!

"Since you like it, then it's left to you from now on, and I don't use it much anyway." Tang Ze couldn't help but smile, "Okay, what do you want to ask me?" ”

Conan patted the fluffy bean bag sofa and hesitated for a moment before Ai Ai said, "About that medicine......

"Medicine? I thought I'd ask Maori about it first. Tang Ze raised his eyebrows.

Conan laughed dryly twice and grinned awkwardly, "...... I'm a bit overreacting, right? ”

After leaving the villa that Asami Uchida rented from them, his emotions had calmed down a lot.

On top of it, his hostility was unreasonable.

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

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

Since he has bluntly said that he doesn't have that kind of idea about Xiaolan, his repeated suspicions make it seem that Conan doesn't trust what he says.

"Uh-huh~" Tang Ze crossed his legs, his elbows on his knees to support his cheeks, and waved his hand indifferently, "I understand, you just can't control your stress because of anxiety." Actually, what I said to Maori classmates, I should pass it on to you first...... Don't be so troubled, little friend. ”

Although the character of Conan Rice Vinegar King has not 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 a few months, and he should have been eliminated from the ranks of rivals a long time ago, a few simple jokes, there is no reason to cause him to be so uneasy.

Is the root cause, Tang Ze has also thought about it quite clearly in the past few hours.

In fact, Conan is too anxious, he has little hope of changing back to his original form, and if he can't change back one day, he won't be able to tell the truth to Maorilan one day. After so many months, his mentality is somewhat pessimistic and unbalanced.

About this...... Tang Ze is really to blame.

Conan also has a reason to say.,What is the strength of the original Conan.,What kind of strength are you giving now.,What kind of people are you?,You call me resist!

At this moment, the plot related to the main line has actually only advanced to the death of Akemi Miyano, and Shirley has not yet defected from the organization, but due to the variable of Tang Ze, there are now two bottles of fake wine living downstairs in his house, and the tequila has become agave sauce, and the big bomb has also begun to show its demeanor through the explosion of the Shinkansen.

Not to mention in the original work, he actually didn't really realize the identity of Akemi Miyano until Gray Yuan Wai appeared; Tang Ze's commission has also had a relationship with the organization, and the dark shadow and dark cloud of the police system loom over his head; Today's case reveals that organizations may also have a strong influence in the field of medicine......

The organization seems to be everywhere, and so far, it seems that he has not done anything, and he is weak and powerless.

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

The so-called ignorance is a blessing, and the fundamental reason for his reckless performance in the early stage of the original work is his lack of understanding of the true size of the organization.

Tang Ze wanted to cure his head iron, so he simply started to train with weights.

Now it seems that the intensity is too ruthless, which is really a bit overkill, although Lao Baigan made Conan change back for a short time, but the bigger impression left on him than solving the problem was the pain and the embarrassment of escaping in front of Mao Lilan.

It is equivalent to saying that Conan was beaten and shut up, and began to wonder if he still had the possibility of recovery.

Due to the well-known Kexue view of time, it is still a question whether the victims who have become smaller after taking drug A can grow up normally.

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

Conan, whose subconscious has begun to doubt himself, is like a cat guarding his food, baring his teeth around Maolilan, trying to drive away all possible threats, and Tang Ze is not incomprehensible.

"Are you scared, Kudo?" Tang Ze rarely called his real name-after all, it wasn't Hattori Heiji, and he was called Shunkou who interpreted a hundred homonyms of Kudo there all day long-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 outstretched palm, which belonged to a child's round and immature hand.

His own hands were to be circled around the big Maolilan, stacked on top of each other, so that her thin and soft palms could be completely covered.

But now, with all his fingers open, he could only touch her second knuckle......

After becoming "Edogawa Conan", he can often hold Moriran's hand, and the intimacy that he dreamed of before, holding hands, hugging, and sleeping head by head can be easily achieved as a child......

At first, he was overjoyed by this, but it soon turned into a greater panic and confusion.

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

I want to stay with her, protect her, watch her......

"Why can't you do it?" Tang Ze stretched out his other hand and covered Conan's curled hair, "Having lived in this country for more than ten years, in the past, have you ever been aware of the existence of this organization?" Would you believe that there is such a force that weaves a huge web and quietly hides in the shadows of the world, using every tremor of spider silk to perceive and even control the world? In just a few months, you've grabbed them by the tail and can tell their codes...... Isn't that something to be proud of? ”

"But......" Conan didn't look up, and buried his head deeper with the cover of Tang Ze's palm, "The more I find them, the more suspicious I become, with a little momentum, can I really compete with them?" Whether it's your case, or ...... I've found nothing so far. ”

I'm really autistic...... Tang Ze blinked, and changed his way of thinking.

"You're a detective, right, then let me ask you, why doesn't there be a perfect crime in the world?"

Come back late, I'm afraid I can't add it today

But there is another rich brother who has hit Mi QAQ and owes 2 chapters

(End of chapter)