The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"boom!"

"ah!"

"Dudududu..."

Behind Tangze, Hoshikawa Teru, who was sitting in the car, watched the battle nervously at first, then gradually calmed down, and then became bored. Looking left and right, he could only grab the drink Tangze gave him in the subway and start slurping it.

It seems that Tang Ze's strength is completely crushing. Just looking at him, tentacles are flying around behind him, and the holy light is shining, and there are weird... spirits behind him? You can feel that he is really unilaterally abusing food.

After watching it for another two minutes, Xingchuan Hui couldn't bear it anymore.

This was a terrible beating...

A set of moves was very flashy. Before he could see what he was doing, Tang Ze had already kicked the opponent on the head, pointed a gun at him and said a few words. Then he did a backflip and jumped back to his original position. A set of moves At the end, I changed the direction and stepped on my head...

Rather than saying that he is fighting, it is better to say that he is beating rice cakes. If there is no personal hatred, Xingchuan Hui does not believe it.

"Huh -" After a round of torture, Kimura Tatsuya's shadow finally returned to his human form. Karasawa breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight and refreshed, and returned the katana in his hand to its sheath.

The shadowy Kimura Tatsuya, who had been beaten to the ground, raised his head with difficulty, looked at Karasawa, and crawled back a little further.

"Aren't you still doing this, are you still being arrogant, and are you still having a bad mouth?" Karasawa knelt down and patted Kimura Tatsuya's face with his scabbard, "You are just relying on people to like you, and it is such a custom in Mihua Town. In a simple place, if she can tolerate you until today, she has a good temper."

Shadow Kimura Tatsuya was sobbing, not sure whether he was crying because he was scolded or in pain. Zhou Zheng's handsome face was covered with snot and tears, and he could no longer utter the dark murmurs in his mouth.

"I'm doing this for your own good." Karasawa said earnestly, patting his already swollen face, "Speak well and apologize to others, maybe you can still find a partner. In Mihua Town , you will die very early if you have such a bad mouth."

Xingchuan Hui, who was looking behind him, couldn't help but take a big sip of juice and choked twice.

"Why, what did I say wrong?" Hearing this movement, Tang Ze let go of the shadow that started to dissipate as he cried loudly, and slowly turned his head to look at Hoshikawa Hui in the car.

Hoshikawa Teru looked at the knife in his hand that was stained with Kimura Tatsuya's snot and tears, and nodded obediently: "No, I want to say that he should thank you."

Karasawa raised his eyebrows, grabbed the "Secret Treasure Bud" floating in the air, stuffed the ball of light and the soiled katana into the toolbar, straightened his scarf, and walked back to the car.

"Indeed." Tang Ze leaned towards the co-pilot, "He should thank me properly for extending his life once and for all."

Xingchuan Hui's eyebrows twitched twice, but in the end he didn't dare to say what was in his heart.

Karasawa himself didn't realize that in Kaitou form, he was more showy and unrestrained than usual, closer to his true personality. Some of the complaints that he usually only kept in his mind would be blurted out here.

Hoshikawa Teru saw clearly that in this world, Karasawa would be more relaxed and unscrupulous, and his emotions would be higher than usual.

It's better not to mess with him. Tu Yi was punched twice in the mouth, which was not a pleasant feeling.

So Xingchuan Hui just held the steering wheel honestly: "So the mission is completed? Where to go next, go back directly?"

"The main task has indeed been completed." Tangze stretched his back comfortably, curled up in the seat like a cat, and pointed back with his thumb, "Let's go out and go to the lower floor."

After finally having a driver, he said he had to go deeper and see.

Without the Holy Grail, what would be at the bottom of the impression space of this world?

Karasawa was really curious.

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In the KTV over there, things are gradually getting out of control.

Kimura Tatsuya, who was in the mood for drinking, persuaded Conan to sing a song too. He boasted, "I'm a professional singer. If you don't know how to sing, I can guide you. It's okay. Today is a happy day. Let's have a song." First!"

Conan hesitantly glanced at Mao Lilan's encouraging smile and took the phone bravely.

He really doesn't know how to sing... Well, if he were really allowed to sing, it would sound so similar to when he was a child. Would Xiaolan doubt it...

"Come on, little brother." Drummer Yamada Katsumi followed suit, sat down in front of the karaoke machine, and flipped the page without hesitation, "If you can't sing anything else, you can sing children's songs. I'll find some for you... Just Little Star, this will definitely happen!”

Conan looked at the lyrics prompts that appeared on the screen, feeling vaguely excited to try it out.

In fact, he quite likes music. He has listened to a lot of classical and pop music since he was a child, and he occasionally loses his voice. Unfortunately, his ears and vocal cords seem to work well together...

Since everyone says it’s okay, let’s give it a try.

With this in mind, he raised the microphone and sang the first line.

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star--"

This sentence is soul-stirring and shocking.

The noise in the entire box disappeared.

Mao Lilan was originally very caring and like a qualified boarding parent. She took out her mobile phone and pressed video. She wanted to record some clips of Conan singing and sent it back to Ms. Fumiyo Edogawa. She was startled by the voice and raised the hand of her mobile phone. They all swayed.

The picture in the camera was shaken and distorted in an instant, and it matched the recorded singing very well. It was so beautiful that it made you lose your mind just by looking at it.

Suzuki Sonoko took a deep breath and reflexively wanted to raise her hands to cover her ears.

Kimura Tatsuya, who suggested Conan sing, and Yamada Katsumi, who requested a song, both had their hands frozen in the air.

In the end, the manager had rich experience in accidents. Mari Terahara slapped the console with quick eyes and hands. Conan's magical singing disappeared, and the childish and cute original song played.

"Huh——" In unison, several people let out a sigh of relief.

"Um, cough cough cough..." Tatsuya Kimura, who had the bad idea, was so drunk that he woke up from singing. He rubbed his ears with some embarrassment, and whispered close to Mao Lilan and asked, "Where are your children going to school now? In the school Are there no music classes?”

Mao Lilan shook her hands and ended the video, smiling awkwardly: "Well... this... we just found out..."

Conan's singing is a bit too ugly. The last time I heard such a shocking voice was Shinichi...

Um?

Mao Lilan frowned suspiciously.

Seeing Tatsuya Kimura and Mao Lilan talking close to each other, King Jealousy immediately stopped caring about his vocal career. He put down the microphone, ran to the sofa in two steps, and sat down next to Mao Lilan.

Mao Lilan watched his movements and thought hesitantly.

It really looks like Shinichi... Is it because she hasn't seen Shinichi for so long that she has strange illusions because of missing him?

Seeing Conan leave the phone, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Suzuki Sonoko stared blankly ahead, obviously shaken by the singing, and Terahara Mari couldn't help but feel sorry for the band's thieves.

What's wrong with proposing that you have to let others sing? Most children say they don’t know much anymore.

She pushed Yamada Katsumi away from the karaoke machine and said proactively: "Let's order some 'Rex' songs. Both of you are fans of the band. It's rare for you to come to our celebration banquet. Let Tatsuya give it to you." Let’s sing one. Which of our works do you like better?”

Mao Lilan was having an ideological struggle there and had no time to listen to what she said, but Suzuki Sonoko's eyes lit up and she raised her hand and suggested: "Just "The Goddess Stained Red with Blood"! I started listening to this song Those who follow the band are really awesome!”

"Okay, that's it." Mari Terahara turned around, her expression calmed down, and she pulled out the song from the music library and put it in the list to be played.

This was originally the song she wanted to order for Tatsuya...

So, this is fate.

Feeling her eyes beginning to swell, Mari Terahara smiled to herself.

She has already made up her mind to destroy this bad man who has trampled on her for too long. Now, she has to shed tears over it. She is really a hypocritical person.

She hugged her coat and watched "Little Star" playing to the end on the screen.

Suzuki Sonoko felt a little embarrassed when she saw that she suddenly looked lonely and she didn't know what sad thing had been touched.

Could it be that Kimura Tatsuya hates this kind of fan request? Otherwise...

Before Suzuki Sonoko could say no, the prelude to the next song had already sounded.

The familiar melody drew the attention of the band members.

The guitarist with exaggeratedly dyed bangs laughed and patted Kimura Tatsuya on the shoulder: "That's the song, Tatsuya, come on!"

The smell of alcohol was slowly rising again. Kimura Tatsuya shook his head and stood up with a smile: "It's really good. This song... Listen to it more, everyone. You won't have the chance to hear it again in the future, 'Rex' There is not much left for our future.”

Speaking of lines filled with flags, Kimura Tatsuya tugged on his coat. Amid everyone's surprised or sad expressions, he picked up Conan's microphone on the table and inserted it into the microphone stand.

He approached the microphone with a bright smile, and was about to say the warm-up words he had to say before every performance, and then threw his coat out handsomely, when the expression on his face suddenly went blank.

The prelude of more than 20 seconds has been played, but he did not speak to pick up the lines. The heavy bass drum beat and accompaniment echoed in the box, like heartbeats one after another.

"Tatsuya?" Guitarist Mieko Shibazaki, who was crying because Tatsuya Kimura mentioned the disbandment of the band, hurriedly wiped her eyes and raised her head strangely.

There is no doubt about his talent in music. Even if it is not an official performance, it has never happened that the accompaniment is idle when it is time to start filming.

"Tatsuya, what's wrong with you?" The distressed Mari Terahara stood up instinctively and took two steps closer, "Are you feeling unwell?"

She was planning to kill the man in front of her. No, it was not just a plan. The clothes coated with poison were now draped on Kimura Tatsuya. As long as he started to perform, he would walk into death without any awareness... But she still She couldn't help but pay attention to him and get close to him. Over the years, her life centered on Kimura Tatsuya had made it her instinct to care for him and it was hard to let go.

Kimura Tatsuya lowered his head and suddenly stretched out his hand to push the microphone stand in front of him to the ground. The microphone fell to the ground and made a harsh noise.

"Tatsuya?" Terahara Mari panicked and leaned in front of him to check his face.

As a result, before she could see the other person's expression clearly, Kimura Tatsuya hugged her hard.