The Charm of the Clip-On Voice

After Tang Ze had his fill of the fun, he left the Kudo residence. His bag was stuffed with black technology gadgets sponsored by Professor Agasa, a signed copy of Yusaku Kudo's new work, and more. Most importantly, his phone was filled with videos of Conan, dragged by Yukiko Kudo into a crash course on acting, tearfully calling "Sister" in a cutesy voice. He could definitely say he returned with a full load.

At Tang Ze's curious inquiry, Yukiko Kudo demonstrated her practically magical disguise techniques and voice changing, which Tang Ze found incredibly satisfying, to the point he wanted to ask for more.

"Zaima, Kid, hurry up and send your preview letter. I'm definitely 'borrowing' your disguise techniques!"

After arranging to send Conan back to the Mori Detective Agency under the guise of a homestay the next day, Tang Ze politely declined the dinner invitation, leaving the space for the Kudo family's rare reunion. He walked back to the cafe.

It was dusk again. Tang Ze pulled his trench coat tighter, gazing at the crimson horizon, remembering the evenings before his transmigration. He spun his wheelchair, rolling over the quiet neighborhood road, moving forward towards the red sky and earth. Suddenly, he felt that dying at this moment wouldn't be so bad.

The world was silent, like the end of an old movie. He walked into the blazing afterglow, and "The End" appeared.

Thinking this, Tang Ze picked up his phone and opened the camera. He looked at the sunset through the viewfinder and pressed the shutter.

The moment he clicked, he suddenly noticed a thumbnail of the most recent photo in the bottom left corner of his album – a very unfamiliar image.

Tang Ze blinked in surprise and opened the album.

When he first got this phone, Tang Ze had checked it thoroughly. There was no previous content on it; it was a brand-new, blank phone. Now, it only contained traces of his usage since he started using it. There shouldn't be anything he hadn't seen before.

Upon opening it, he discovered it was an email attachment that had been downloaded automatically. However, his email had not shown any new message notifications today... Tang Ze realized the gravity of the situation. He quickly maintained his composure to avoid revealing his emotions, his heart suddenly skipping a beat.

The photo was a diagram, using simple geometric shapes to depict a bag, with a red circle highlighting a spot on the handle.

The original Tang Ze had come from Kyoto, and all his personal belongings had been separated from him. Even the clothes he was wearing had been changed into school uniforms beforehand. The only thing that truly belonged to the original Tang Ze was the commute bag he always carried.

At the time of the incident, the original Tang Ze was on his way home from school. He was apprehended while wearing this bag. After changing into prison clothes, the bag and his clothes were locked in a locker and returned to him after he left the prison when the case concluded.

The contents must have been thoroughly searched, but because the situation was sudden for Tang Ze, the perpetrator clearly didn't think he would easily carry important items on him. Thus, like a thief in the night, the contents of the bag were replaced, but the bag itself, untouched, had come with Tang Ze to Tokyo.

Tang Ze subtly tightened his grip on the bag. With a swipe of his thumb, he deleted and then permanently erased the image from his album.

He guessed that the original Tang Ze probably didn't know about it either; otherwise, such a picture wouldn't have appeared so abruptly now.

"Is this what they call a psychology scholar? All prediction?" Tang Ze thought of the professions of the original Tang Ze's parents and sighed softly.

Assuming this was indeed a hidden clue left by his parents for Tang Ze Zhao, what would have triggered such an email... Those two, they probably wouldn't be coming back...

Tang Ze's hand slid along the handle of the commute bag, stealthily feeling for the spot marked by the diagram. Between several layers of stiff fabric folded into the strap, his fingertips clearly felt a hard object, a square, wafer-thin object about the size of his fingertip.

It was no more than 1cm in length and width. If not deliberately pressed, it couldn't be detected. Tang Ze had been holding it for so long without realizing there was something inside.

It seemed this was what The Organization had been looking for.

Tang Ze narrowed his eyes slightly. His plan to infiltrate The Organization as an alias was initially just a rough idea, a concept to shift from passive to active. Now, the other half of the possibility had been delivered to him.

"I will use it well." Sincerely wishing that their family could reunite in another world, Tang Ze clasped his hands together and whispered his thanks.

The next day, along with Conan, the plump Edogawa Fumiyo and a check for ten million yen also returned.

She had given so much that, naturally, the troublesome kid officially moved into the Mori residence.

As for Yukiko's special training results—

"Brother Tang Ze!" Edogawa Conan, beaming, rushed into the cafe clutching a novel. His voice was high-pitched and cutesy, incredibly affected, making Tang Ze want to cover his ears. "I'm here to find you to read!"

The picture of an innocent and carefree little boy trotted past Tooru Amuro, who was serving drinks. Tooru Amuro gently said, "Don't run in the store, you might bump into something," and let the child pass without suspicion.

Excellent, highly effective. Tang Ze strongly suspected that the secret manual Yukiko Kudo had passed down was to just smile foolishly, shout, and do whatever was most annoying. The thought made Tang Ze's hair stand on end.

But he still had to maintain a kind smile and catch Conan, who threw himself into his arms. "Don't disturb the shop's business. I'll take you upstairs to read."

Ah, that hurt!

The headbutt landed squarely on Tang Ze's most sensitive abdomen, making him feel like his entire body was vibrating.

This brat must be getting revenge. Damn it, was it just because he filmed two embarrassing videos of him! He gritted his teeth inwardly, still maintaining his smile, feeling the muscles in his face stiffen. He quickly led Conan upstairs to the attic.

"That hurt!" Tang Ze lowered his voice, squeezing the words out from between his teeth.

Conan leaned his head closer. "Are you going to delete the videos or not?"

Tang Ze quietly rubbed his stomach and said, "No, I'm going to make two backups and send them to Mouri-kun later."

Conan wouldn't be threatened by him. Although the videos didn't expose his relationship with Yukiko Kudo, the background of the filming at the Kudo residence was enough to be suspicious. Tang Ze might tease him with the videos, but he wouldn't joke about his safety.

So, Conan grinned fearlessly, showing all eight of his teeth.

Tang Ze knew his little trick. With a sinister smile, he took out his phone and opened a specially clipped audio file.

"Beep—Sis—ter—so—good~"

Conan's expression instantly contorted.

Tang Ze clicked play again.

"Beep—Sis—ter—so—good~"

Did you think you were safe just because the videos couldn't be sent? How naive!

Tang Ze raised his hand, using his pure height advantage to suppress the enraged Conan from destroying the evidence, feeling quite pleased inwardly. He thought that perhaps when a certain Lao Gan Ma appeared, this valuable record might even prove more useful.

"Stop it, don't play it anymore, I was wrong! I was wrong!" Conan, defeated once again, finally quieted down. He sat down on Tang Ze's bed and complained in a low voice, "I told you Ran definitely misjudged, you wicked guy."

Tang Ze grinned, showing all eight teeth. "Do you still want to read, Conan-kun?"

"Hmph." Conan turned his head away unhappily. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "Thanks."

"Hmm?" Tang Ze blinked, not understanding.

"I said, thanks for yesterday," Conan said awkwardly. "Even though it turned out to be a misunderstanding, still, thank you."

Yesterday, he had learned some peripheral information about the Organization from his father, and Conan could increasingly understand what it meant for Tang Ze to step forward without hesitation. If they had been facing actual members of the Organization, Tang Ze's actions yesterday would have been no different from a moth flying into a flame.

He had already suffered such a great loss for an act of bravery, to the point where his very life seemed to be forfeit... Honestly.

"I don't know what you're getting so emotional about, but you're welcome," Tang Ze said with a smile, ruffling Conan's hair into a messy tangle.

His smile was like an old farmer affectionately petting a corn cob, full of kindness.

Keep it up, little detective. Level up faster, produce some skills, give some assist buffs, the more the merrier!

Just a simple transition to a normal day (òó) and there's even a wild reward! Thanks, big shot!