The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

In order to take care of this fake Chinese, Tang Ze did not choose cursive scripts with particularly difficult-to-recognize characters, but chose relatively neat regular script. So after studying for half a minute, Pu Si Qinglan finally understood these two lines of characters. Then he couldn't help but look confused.

How should I put it, there seemed to be no problem anywhere, she could understand every word, and even tasted it carefully, and there was a sense of picture in it, which was in line with her simple impression of the so-called couplets.

But the gentle and soft smile on Tang Ze's face made her instinctively shudder.

How to put it, since she witnessed how this man survived under his own gun, even though he seemed to be ignorant of his true identity, Pu Siqinglan also subconsciously regarded him as a The enemy feels that every move he makes is malicious.

She wanted to observe again and confirm the situation before answering, but the looks from Tang Ze and the people around her made it difficult for her to remain silent.

"What's wrong? There's something wrong with my handwriting. Don't you like it?" Tang Ze shook the two pieces of red paper in his hand, "This is the right paper I've been looking for for a long time. Japan is It’s a bit hard to find writing paper with such a long edge…”

Pu Si Qinglan's eyelids twitched, and when she met the eyes of several people, she had no choice but to praise her first: "The handwriting is very good. Your Chinese characters are very beautiful. They are much better than most Japanese people I know." . The paper is also very beautiful, I was stunned when I saw it.”

Before understanding the other party's deep meaning, she had no choice but to praise the external appearance.

As if he saw her purpose of stalling for time, Tangze did not let it go lightly, but continued to expand on the content of the text: "This is a couplet I specially selected for you. It suits you very well, and it goes well with your name. match."

"Yes, 'Pusi Qinglan' is exactly four Chinese characters." Suzuki Sonoko hammered her palms, "I asked Miss Pusi before, your name means blue orchid, right?"

"...Well, you're right. My parents like orchids very much." Pu Siqinglan felt that the topic had returned to a somewhat manageable range and smiled calmly.

"It's a really nice name..." Tang Ze nodded and raised the red paper in his hand again, as if if she didn't give an answer today, the matter would never go away.

Pu Siqinglan closed her eyes with difficulty, finally raised her hand, and began to try to explain this slightly weird eight-character couplet.

"This is describing the scene of sunset and sunrise. It is a very beautiful picture. It is like this..."

Tang Ze spent a lot of effort to control his expression, and with a smile that said "You keep talking, I'm listening", he quietly watched Pu Si Qinglan pretending.

But the members of the Phantom Thieves gathered in a certain cabin were already laughing.

"She is really translating, she is really translating word for word -" Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was rarely able to hold back, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with laughter, "Tang Ze really doesn't intend to let her go."

Originally, the members of the Phantom Thieves were not supposed to know such an outrageous homophone story. At least Karasawa asked them to help prepare the materials and had no intention of explaining it when he wrote it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang asked a few more questions out of curiosity.

It's not that he is curious about Chinese, or that Tang Ze can speak Chinese - Tang Ze has so many outrageous and unfounded skills. Even if he has only just started painting, his learning speed is astonishing - he Mainly I am curious about Chinese itself.

His brother Zhu Fu Gaoming's most famous persona to the outside world is "Kong Ming". His brother himself is an out-and-out fan of the Three Kingdoms. He likes to quote Chinese proverbs and the like from time to time. He and his brother have never been able to do so for so many years. Zhu Fu Jingguang, who has been living together for a long time, still hopes to understand some of this culture. It would be good to have more topics to talk about in the future.

When facing the Phantom Thieves, Karasawa's principle is basically to either not answer or tell the truth, so when he wrote these words and hung them up to dry, when he heard Zhu Fu Jingguang's question, he gave them in detail He explained the story of the homophony and the illogical name of Pu Siqinglan, a guy who was obviously Slavic but insisted on fitting himself into the Chinese stereotype.

Deeply feeling this simple and sincere malice, it was difficult for Zhu Fu Jingguang not to laugh.

Miyano Akemi rubbed her face that was laughing so hard, and defended Karasawa: "She was the one who didn't let go of the Egg of Memories and Kidd. Moreover, why did she insist on calling herself Chinese? Is it because she wanted to compete with the Egg of Memories? Is it really too much to draw a clear line and lower the defensiveness of Mr. Suzuki?"

"The more something is missing, the more emphasis will be placed on it. She really wants to hide her identity." Asai Shimizu shook her head, wondering why she looked sympathetic to this guy who was riding a tiger and being tortured by Karasawa in public. "On the one hand, she He is so proud of his so-called bloodline, so proud that he has committed countless crimes for this purpose, but on the other hand, he is ashamed to tell his true identity openly, like a mouse that cannot see the light, hiding his true name and origin. So deep...it's so weird."

"This is one of the reasons why Tang Ze hates her so much that he wants to torment her like this." Matsuda Jinpei looked at Tang Ze who was always kind and smiling like a fool in the picture, and suddenly said, "He will sympathize with some criminals. When they commit crimes because of hatred, grudges, or greater right and wrong, Tang Ze will sympathize with their plight, sometimes indulge them, and sometimes simply stop them. But for those who are too shrewd and selfish, he doesn't have so much patience."

The criminals who were more or less indulged by Tang Ze turned their heads and looked at him at the same time.

"Why are you looking at me? Did I say something wrong?" Matsuda Jinpei shrank his neck back.

These guys who were saved by Tang Ze, so their worldviews are changing along with them. Sometimes, if you think about their background carefully, they look quite creepy.

"No, I think you are right." Retracting his gaze, Asai Chengshi brushed the long hair on his temples, with a smile on his lips, "No wonder Tang Ze accepted you."

Yes, Tang Ze hates greed, selfishness and even meanness more than sin. He thinks so too.

Tang Ze on the screen listened to Pu Siqinglan's difficult nonsense with a smile on his face, and nodded slowly, as if he was finally satisfied with the response, and handed two couplets with flowing handwriting to Pu Siqinglan.

"It's great that you like it. I was worried that you were not satisfied with it." Tang Ze said with a smile, and then took out his mobile phone, "Can you please hold it? I want to take a photo to commemorate it."

Pu Siqinglan had said so many compliments to deal with Tang Ze, and now that things have come to this, she can't refuse again.

She had to smile stiffly, grab the red paper in one hand, and let Tang Ze raise his mobile phone to take a photo.

Everyone around was watching this scene with a smile, and Suzuki Sonoko even clapped her hands gently, creating a warm and harmonious scene.

Only the protagonist of the photo had blood vessels throbbing on his forehead, and inexplicably felt that he had been photographed with a terrible black history.

Satisfied, Tang Ze put away his phone and stopped asking for trouble with Pu Si Qing Lan.

Suzuki Sonoko, who loved to stick to all handsome men and beautiful women, quickly got involved in the interaction with Pu Si Qing Lan and Xiangsaka Natsumi, and began to ask about their personal situations.

Tang Ze looked at them, slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"…What are you keeping in suspense?" Conan approached Tang Ze and squeezed out a word from the corner of his mouth when no one was paying attention to this side.

Having been with Tang Ze for so long, how could he not know the mischievous nature of this guy?

Tang Ze is indeed a good person, a kind and good person, but his kindness basically only appears at important moments of life and death, and comes from an empathy that cannot sit idly by and watch others suffer, which does not mean that he is a very easy-to-get-along-with guy.

Even if he turned back into Kudo Shinichi and returned to the second-year group B, and helped Tang Ze to slightly reconcile some conflicts with other students in the class, Tang Ze did not become very hospitable after easing the relationship. He just no longer rejected other people's friendly contact. He could greet them gently like ordinary classmates, and even occasionally joked, but there was really nothing more.

Tang Ze did not lie to a certain extent. He was indeed accustomed to keeping a distance from everyone and not letting people see his true nature. Conan even suspected that if Suzuki Sonoko had not been too familiar with others, regardless of dragging Xiaolan to chase Tang Ze and insisted on getting familiar with him, and if there was no aura of Kudo Shinichi, the famous detective, they would have been strangers to Tang Ze even if they lived on the upper and lower floors.

Such a guy with high emotional intelligence, sufficient social skills, but conscious of not getting close to anyone, suddenly showed excessive enthusiasm to someone, even making the other person uncomfortable, which meant that it was not real enthusiasm, but Tang Ze really wanted to make the other person uncomfortable.

"I remember you can speak a little Chinese." Tang Ze picked up the stirring spoon and stirred the tea in the cup calmly, saying lightly, "Anyway, I didn't say anything nice to her."

"Do you hate her so much?" Conan blinked, a little puzzled.

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This time, Tang Ze tilted his head, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, but didn't say anything more.

Everything in his previous life, with the passing of the undercover police who retired from blood and fire, has long been an irretrievable past, but his deep-rooted instincts, long-formed personality, and almost inertial nature have been deeply imprinted on him with the passage of time.

Although the pain is still pain, and the trauma left behind has long been difficult to heal, but Tang Ze himself knows that it is those difficult and difficult pasts that really make up who he is today and give him the opportunity to survive.

The people are gone, the country is gone, and he is no longer the same person as he was in the past, but it does not stop him from missing them.

Therefore, he increasingly hates those who try to use this identity to make profits for themselves.

"She is not Chinese." Tang Ze answered slowly in a low voice, "Absolutely not."

"...Why do you say that?"

After an afternoon tea with a weird atmosphere, when Hattori Heiji was dragged to the deck by Conan, his expression became subtle when he heard Tang Ze repeating this.

This group of profit-seeking cultural relic dealers is very suspicious, and the way they refuse to leave because they have seen the value of the treasure is indeed disgusting. But according to Tang Ze, Pu Si Qinglan is not just a person he dislikes, he He has become somewhat hostile towards this woman.

This made Hattori Heiji very puzzled.

Most of the time, Karasawa is a kind-hearted person. To say central air conditioning may be a bit exaggerated, but he is really the kind of person who is not shy about handing ice cream to a crying child on the side of the road. It is rare to see such obvious emotions. .

Looking at Hattori Heiji's face, Karasawa considered it for a moment and changed his words: "I have said before that I have a special ability to identify those who stand on the 'edge'."

"Ah, I have indeed seen it." Hattori Heiji followed his words and naturally recalled the first time he saw him. He crossed his arms and nodded, "Do you think Ushi Qinglan is suspicious? "

"More than just suspicious." Tangze leaned on the railing and looked at the setting sun outside. "She is definitely a Slav, and a Slav who has nothing to do with the Chinese cultural circle. For such a person, she would pay attention to Romano The husband's dynasty itself is quite natural. It is not surprising that a Russian, or someone from the former Soviet Union, cares about the story of the last tsar, but she insists on calling herself Chinese, as if she wants to draw a clear line from these..."

"That means she has to cover up this connection." Conan touched his chin thoughtfully, "She doesn't want others to discover her concern for this? Even if her identity is Roman An expert from the Nov Dynasty?”

"That's about right..." Tangze said, gesturing for them to look forward with his eyes.

After the afternoon tea, many of the people who had been free for a long time gathered on the deck one after another.

Some came to take a walk and see the beautiful scenery, some came out to take a breather after being bored in the room, and some had other thoughts and wanted to take the opportunity to meet more people, connect vertically and horizontally, and discuss the next issue of the emperor. Contents of the Easter Egg…

In short, the forward deck is somewhat lively now.

Following Karasawa's gaze, the two of them immediately saw Samkawalong holding a camera in his hand and chasing a flying seagull to capture the footage.

After he boarded the ship, his attitude was far less positive than before, and he seemed a bit transparent among the crowd. He was originally wearing a high-cut cheongsam, with his legs crossed, and he was leaning on the table with a charming look. But she was completely attracted to him.

What she was looking at was not Han Chuanlong's face and appearance, but what she was staring at was the silver light flashing around his neck.

"Mr. Hanchuan, this on your neck, this is..."