The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Chapter 1144 Lies and Wisdom

Her expression still didn't respond, and Curacao lowered his head as if escaping, and opened the bag that was handed to her.

As Ireland says, this is a very complete set of identification.

Her name is Sonia, and her full name is Sonia Ivanovna Bryushtein. She is Russian. Her parents died in an accident and she was adopted and raised by a welfare institution. She did not go to college, but has a high school diploma. The reason she came to Japan was that she could not find a suitable job in her country. She was spotted by a scout and came here to be a model and artist.

Her employment certificate lists her Japanese name, or stage name, Kurisaki.

As Curacao flipped through the documents, her mood gradually calmed down. By the end, she felt a bittersweet feeling in her heart, and it was hard to tell whether it was a sour feeling or not.

It is definitely very difficult to make such a set of identity proof.

Even an organization with countless resources cannot guarantee that it can get any identity it wants. The Akechi Goro that Kumail is using now was created by the organization by taking advantage of the relatively loose household registration system there and spending money.

The fact that he could produce such a set of certificates that were so consistent with her identity and needs not only demonstrated Kumail's connections, abilities, and meticulous work style, but also guaranteed his "sincerity."

——This is the treatment that Curacao has never received even after being in the organization for more than ten years and becoming a code member.

"That's impressive." Curacao stuffed them back into the bag and sighed, "Does he have such connections in Eastern Europe?"

Ireland, who had seen these things before her, shrugged. His tone was more numb than calm. "He's always been good at getting close to people."

With this complete set of identification documents, it’s obvious that the person who got it is quite extraordinary.

If the person who went to pick it up was not Ireland, who had no involvement in the Pramya case, but someone else, he would definitely recognize the identity of the contact person at that time.

It was none other than Erenica, the widow of the victim in the Pramya case and the leader of the assassination squad.

When Erenika was in Japan, she had to hide from the police because she entered the country illegally and was armed with a gun, so she had to hide from the police. But when she returned to her own country, Erenika's energy was completely different.

She is the youngest daughter of an energy tycoon. Not only does her family have a wealthy background, but she also has a good relationship with her superiors. Her deceased husband was a prosecutor who hated evil and acted uprightly. The reason for his death was that he was not afraid of power and wanted to bring the son of a high-ranking official who was suspected of murder to justice, but was retaliated by the other party.

From the military and political system to the common people, everyone had to show courtesy to this respectable lady.

Not to mention that when he went to Ireland, Tang Ze asked him to bring the Egg of Memories with him.

The fake one was loaned out to an exhibition for one or two months in the name of Natsumi Kosaka.

With the help of the Phantom Thief of Hearts, her brother was rescued by him, and she also received the promise that Pramya would pay the price. Erenica had a very good impression of this mysterious force that helped her many times. After returning, she prepared the necessary identities for them.

Ireland couldn't understand all this, but when he thought of how Kumail chatted and laughed with almost every lady and young lady he knew, he chose to give up thinking, let his brain become smoother, and not tire himself out.

Kumail is good at this kind of thing, so what?

"...Thank you too." Curacao touched the legal identity resume in his hand, which he had encountered for the first time in his life, and smiled faintly. "I didn't expect to see you again, Ireland. Everyone thought you were dead."

Thinking that it was Gin who was responsible for dealing with him, and Kumail who was responsible for cleaning up and participating, and there was even a helicopter scene, Curacao's surprise disappeared.

No wonder Kumail was so confident and sure at that time, after all, practice makes perfect.

"I didn't think of that myself at the time." Ireland nodded, accepting the kindness of his new colleague. "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Thinking of Scotland, who was by Kumail's side, thinking of Bourbon, who had almost been promoted by Kumail to become a strong contender for second place, thinking of Kiel, who had not yet come into contact with him, but had been secretly assisted by him several times...

Ireland feels that if Kumail is given some more time, sooner or later he will be able to call him "boss" sincerely.

I always feel that there is something wrong with this sentence, but when I think of the scene I saw earlier, I feel that what it said is true: "..."

Soon, Curacao felt the weight of Ireland's words again.

"Ku, Kumail... No, I mean..."

After returning to the base, Curacao held his forehead and watched the two people in front of him exchange coats without changing their expressions. They changed their identities in just a few minutes. He felt that his diseased memory storage area was beginning to overload.

Regardless of which of them is Kumail and which is Tang Zezhao, seeing two people appear at the same time means...

"The person you interacted with that day was Karasawa from beginning to end." Miyano Akemi stood by and patted Curacao, whose color was almost fading, sympathetically, and comforted him, "It doesn't matter if you can't recognize him. Even Hoshikawa's biological father couldn't recognize him."

Curacao felt that this sentence was very choking, and he didn't know where to start for a moment: "..."

"So, it was a lie from the beginning?" Curacao's eyes flickered slightly as he recalled the first time he met Kumail.

Kumail became Kumail because of the persecution of Tang Zezhao.

He completed the mission, brought back what was needed, received recognition and appreciation, and was subsequently promoted to a codename member.

If even this part is false...

"We generally don't call our methods of dealing with the enemy lies." Miyano Akemi shook her head slightly, a chilling tone in her voice. "We generally call this..."

“…acting wisely.”

After reading the email message sent by Itakura Taku to the three parties, Kogoro Mori curled his lips.

It seemed that in order to calm their emotions and prevent the client from stabbing him to death in a fit of excitement, Itakura Taku at least reported the progress twice and gave replies and information.

Take, for example, this video he sent to three people.

The background of the video is not particularly bright, but some information can be obtained from the picture.

"This was filmed in a hotel, right?" Mao Lilan leaned over to read the content on his phone and touched her chin. "It seems that few families would decorate their homes like this."

The light in the room is dim and hazy, thanks to the gauze curtains by the window, which means they are at least double-layered curtains.

Patterned carpet, green plants, floor lamp, small sofa, tea table...

Just as Mao Lilan said, it is very consistent with the common hotel room decoration style, and according to the information provided by the client, Itakura Taku does not have a similar residence in public.

"He sent different messages to three people." Conan also observed the video, "The chess pieces on the tea table are different."

As if to give Party A confidence and hint, Itakura Taku placed corresponding chess pieces on the tea table as props to express that he was indeed working hard to complete the task.

"So it's a wise move. If it weren't for this incident, he wouldn't have been able to delay for more than a week." Kogoro Mouri shook his head.

After the three people left, in order to prevent them from having any additional information, but because of the presence of other competitors, it was inconvenient to explain, Maori Kogoro called each of them individually.

As a result, I not only received three emails with videos, but also asked for some additional information.

"It's not that there's absolutely no possibility of kidnapping," Naito Sadahei said hesitantly over the phone. "Mr. Soma Ryusuke doesn't support this theory, but I think this video might be a request for help. When he's delaying a project, he usually just gives a perfunctory response and wouldn't specifically respond to something like a video."

"...He said that two years ago, when he went to Itakura's former studio to coordinate a project, he met a man who looked tough," Maori Kogoro summarized what he heard. "He had a beard, was tall, dressed in black, and spoke with a Kansai accent. He was a very suspicious guy. He suspected that Itakura Taku might be doing some shady work."

Conan, who had already overheard their conversation, pursed his lips and said nothing.

This description is very specific, and combined with Itakura Taku's identity as a programmer, Conan guessed who the other person was almost instantly.

He met the member of the organization codenamed Tequila who died in the explosion.

Conan, who had already guessed that this matter was more or less related to the organization, reacted more calmly than he had imagined.

It is not difficult to find traces of an organization. The difficult part is how to catch it, prove it, and find a way to follow the clues and find out the truth.

"It's almost time. Dad, let's stop talking about work." Mao Lilan stood up, looked at the clock on the wall, and urged, "If it's any later, we won't be able to pick up Mom in time."

As Kogoro Mori said, this commission is not urgent at the moment, and the client himself has not yet reached a conclusion, so there is no need to rush.

But the itinerary they have booked doesn't wait for anyone.

Maori Kogoro paused, put down the documents in his hand, and stood up reluctantly: "Tsk, why do I have to go pick you up specially... We already agreed on a time, why don't we just go to the store to meet directly..."

"Don't be such a spoiler, Dad. This is a surprise, isn't it?" Mao Lilan grabbed his arm and pulled him out without saying anything. "It's been a long time since we last saw each other. Don't you want to see your mother with long hair?"

Since she started working, in order to fit in with her strong elite image, Kisaki Eri began to tie her long hair into a bun.

They could be seen a few times when they lived together, but since they separated, Maori and his daughter rarely saw Kisaki Eri with her long hair loose and less aggressive.

Maori Ran privately believed that this was also an opportunity for change. Letting Maori Kogoro be amazed by Kisaki Eri a few times would definitely warm up their relationship.

"Really? What kind of sweet trick is this? Eri and I aren't kids anymore. Playing tricks like this... I was tired of seeing the kind of things you mentioned when I was young..."

Kogoro Mouri complained about his daughter, but when she dragged him out of the office, his steps were honest and he did not resist.

Obviously, he was also looking forward to the scene described by Mao Lilan.

Conan shook his head, put the account book back into his pocket, jumped off the sofa and followed.

Is this the kind of thing a man of his age still does? It's hard for Auntie Hibiki Eri to put up with him for so long.

I don’t know when their relationship will be able to return to a harmonious state, but I think even if it is restored, their remarriage will not be easy.

Just as Tang Ze said, marriage is essentially a property contract, not a certificate of love, and what choice will be made is not something that high school students like them can interfere with.

As soon as I walked out of the office stairs, I saw Tang Ze sitting on the outdoor chairs in front of the Polo Cafe, reading two books in his hands.

Mao Lilan's eyes lit up, and she greeted him deliberately: "Tang Ze, what a coincidence. Have you had dinner yet?"

Conan's eyes twitched twice, and he deeply realized that Xiaolan's acting skills might be even worse than his.

What a coincidence! Tang Ze lives downstairs from them. At this time, he must be either in the cafe or outside the cafe. Where else could he be?

"Ran, Conan, and Uncle Maori, good evening. Are you going out?" Tang Ze, who was squatting there, pretended to close the book in his hand and responded with a smile, "I haven't eaten yet. The cafe is a bit busy today."

"Hey, are you that busy? What about your meals these past two days..."

"I solved it myself. Oh, it's not like I don't know how to do it." Tang Ze waved his hand nonchalantly.

This was not a lie. At this moment, the Polo Cafe behind him was packed with people and very busy.

It’s the season change time again, and the cafe’s new menu has attracted a lot of people.

It's all work at work and it's all work after get off work. Amuro Toru has been so busy these past two days that he has no time to confirm the situation of Curacao with Tang Ze. He just assumed that Curacao must be in Tang Ze's hands and went about his own business.

Rum got what he wanted and started planning other things. He was looking for the next assistant who was easy to control. In addition, although the entire operation was mostly planned, it was still necessary to deal with the intranet invaded by Curacao. Amuro Torumaki was too busy to care whether Tang Ze starved to death or not.

Tang Ze doesn't only have this one place to live, so he can always find a place to eat.

"Oh, so, do you want to come and join us? Mom has made a reservation at a very difficult restaurant..." Ran Mouri's eyes sparkled.

If she brings along Tang Ze, a social expert who can talk, mediate conflicts and read the atmosphere, she doesn't believe that there will be no sparks between her parents.

By the way, Tang Ze can also confirm how these two people are getting along now.

Conan always felt that Mao Lilan's words implied that she wanted to take the tester with her: "..."