Tang Ze: My Mental Illness Is About to Flare Up!

"Really?" Ran Mouri kept searching through the image Conan had described in her mind, her expression still confused.

"The face isn't exactly the same. This person actually looks somewhat different, but the hairstyle and overall temperament are practically identical to that grown-up Brother Tang Ze," Conan emphasized.

He felt that way because he had not seen Tang Ze's version of Watson only once.

Because he had reached a certain degree of cooperation with the Phantom Thief Troupe, he had traded the right to carry an extra Phantom Thief Troupe tracker for unrestricted access to Noah's Ark's holographic game.

Noah's Ark was working on making London, under the Sherlock Holmes setting, more complete and realistic. As one of its only players, Conan had experienced the modified detective story several times already and had naturally become familiar with this version of Watson.

Since Tang Ze himself was not old enough yet, Noah's Ark had basically combined its calculations of Tang Ze's future appearance with what it knew about Tang Ze's father to create this version of Watson—the same went for Shinichi Kudo's version of Sherlock Holmes.

So the moment he got a clear look at Kihara River's profile photo, the association immediately came to mind.

"Then what's Dr. Kihara's deal? Did he deliberately approach Tang Ze?" Ran Mouri nodded, choosing to trust Conan's judgment, but she could not help worrying. "But aside from seeming to recognize Tang Ze at a glance, he hasn't mentioned anything related to Tang Ze at all these past two days."

"Whatever his intentions are, it's normal for Brother Tang Ze to feel disgusted and resistant toward him." Conan rubbed his chin and gave an objective assessment. "Let's pay closer attention to Brother Tang Ze's condition."

Even if Kihara River was not a bad person and his excessive