Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 293 Tang Ze: Don't say it, really don't!

Conan pressed pause, and Thomas Syndora's smug face froze on the screen, and his impassioned speech was terminated.

"'Virtual reality, reborn,' that's one of Cocoon's catchphrases. After finding out they might be related to the organization's research, I had some associations."

He didn't realize that the person sitting opposite him looked calm on the surface, like a judge who was listening to the answer and preparing to score, but in fact, his heart was thundering and his pupils were shaking. Conan began to talk about his thoughts confidently.

"Huihara told me that the end point of cognitive research is the power of 'whatever you want'. Joker, are you one of the victims of the organization's experiment? Although I can't figure out the principle now-maybe never I don’t understand, this kind of thing should be left to Haibara—but you should have the ability to change cognition, and even materialize the power of cognition.” Conan, who didn’t know what amazing words he was talking about, Trying to describe the situation I imagined, "It's like this, a holographic game in virtual reality... a bit like, 'modeling', 'generating' in reality, this feeling? Hmm, 3D printing? It's incredible, but Looking at the situation of myself and Huiyuan, I don't seem to be qualified to say that this is too unrealistic..."

Tang Ze's eyes turned from Thomas Syndora's old face to Conan.

What is incredible, your thinking ability is really incredible!

But don't say it, don't you really say it, his association is somewhat reasonable!

If the "cocoon" of this world is welded to the research line of the organization, then the most likely to be related to it is indeed the field of cognitive science.

Conan's metaphor is so apt, as if he couldn't figure out how to enter the cognitive world, so a group of Muggles found a stupid way to simulate a similar situation...

Isn't it like entering a virtual holographic game to enter the cognitive world, especially to enter other people's halls?

This is especially true from Tang Ze's perspective. He also has a game interface, blood bars and four-dimensional pockets!

Wonderful, really wonderful!

Very good, your brain is very good, the next second will be mine!

After finishing his thoughts, Conan, who never got an answer from joker, looked up at the other party in confusion, and then received joker's expression with bright eyes and a gratified smile.

"So, am I right?" Conan asked uncertainly looking at his expression.

Tang Ze smiled lightly, and pulled out a butterfly knife from the item bar.

Butterfly Knife is Kumail's usual weapon... This is set by Tang Ze without authorization. Xing Chuanhui's physical skill level is very ordinary, basically there is no weapon that can be called good, so this is also the most common in his inventory sharps.

He flipped his wrist, and the tip of the knife fluttered out with the unfolding of the scabbard.

With Conan's puzzled expression, he raised his right hand and stabbed down towards his left wrist.

"! Don't...!" Shocked by his sudden movement, Conan reflexively wanted to stop his self-injury action, and almost threw himself on the coffee table.

It's a pity that no matter how fast his reaction speed is, it can't catch up with Tang Ze's speed of piercing himself without hesitation. Tang Ze's piercing is very solid, and the knife is also very fast. It came out, and even a few drops splashed on the face of Conan who rushed forward.

Shaking the stained tip of the knife, Tang Ze indifferently put the blood-stained knife back into the inventory, and then stretched out the wrist with a deep blood hole towards Conan.

Under Conan's shocked gaze, the genuine wound quickly closed and healed within a few seconds.

Soon, the wound on his hand fully recovered, without even a trace of a hole.

The blood from the wound hadn't solidified and was still dripping down, but the wound itself was gone.

"Are you scared?" He pursed his lips and smiled, Tang Ze stretched out his hand and wiped away the two drops of blood that flew onto Conan's face, "But this is the real me. It's an interesting description, little detective, have you ever played with me?" Game? How about it, like those game characters who, no matter how badly injured, will recover in a few breaths?"

After listening to his words, Conan came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream. He leaned over and grabbed his wrist, wiping away the blood around his wound.

That wound really healed.

What he touched was still warm and flowing blood, but the fresh scars had disappeared without a trace.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it? Sometimes, I also doubt whether I really exist, or maybe it's just a manufactured product, or even a shadow of delusion..." Tang Ze said softly in an ethereal tone .

"...Is this the result of the experiment? Or..." Conan looked at the intact skin on the joker's wrist in front of him, his thoughts were confused.

It's like a scene from a fantasy novel...

What exactly did the organization produce, and what did it do to the experimenters?
Some strange ideas of various human experiments that were spawned in a special period filled his brain in an instant.

"You can think of it as a kind of cognitive ability." Quiet Mimi put away Orpheus, which was full of blood for herself, Tang Ze blinked and explained with a normal expression, "'Influence reality with cognition ’, yes, the power is real.”

Standing up straight while leaning on the coffee table, Conan picked up the schoolbag that had slipped down with his movements, and looked at the joker who hadn't shown much emotion from the beginning to the end, at a loss, not knowing whether to express shock first, Still should say sorry first.

He seemed to have exposed the scars that the other party didn't want to show casually...

"Why is this expression?" Amused by Conan's small eyes, Tang Ze laughed twice, picked up his soda again, and poured it leisurely into his mouth, "It really doesn't look like a real human, does it?"

"Uh, I..." Touching the back of his head, Conan couldn't help but say, "Sorry, I seem to have said something I shouldn't have said..."

"There is nothing to apologize for." Shrugging his shoulders, Tang Ze said indifferently, "This shows that you have done a good job so far, Mr. Detective."

Picking up the coffee can that Conan threw away, and stuffing it back into his hand, Tang Ze patted his thin shoulder reassuringly.

"Continue on your own path, the world, at least the current world, may be completely different from what you imagined. Keep questioning, stay alert, doubt everything, and trust your own judgment." Pointing to Conan's schoolbag containing the book, Tang Ze narrowed his eyes and smiled, "How do you say that? When you have eliminated the impossible... (Exclude all impossible things)"

"...whatever remains however improbable must be the truth." Holding the increasingly heavy schoolbag in his arms, Conan almost instinctively finished the second half of the sentence.

Thinking of Tang Ze and Hui Yuan's parents who lost their lives at the hands of the organization, thinking of his current identity and status, thinking of all the behaviors of joker that are different from ordinary people...

Can he really do it?Investigate the culprit of all this and put everything in disorder back on track...

Amid the joker's happy smile, his fingers holding the schoolbag became harder and harder.

No, joker is right, he wants to continue, he has to do it...

For everyone, for himself.

　The last chapter was added yesterday, so there is another chapter [Spitting Soul]

　　
　
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