Are you asleep? I can't sleep.

Tang Ze, having climbed to the attic, was unaware that The Organization was in turmoil because of his family. He lay down peacefully, off to drink in his dreams.

He had put on quite a show. While not overly tired, it was quite stress-relieving to exchange banter with Lavenza, who was also a spoiler.

Tonight, two drunks were sitting at the Velvet Room Bar, chugging whiskey from bottles, confident that they wouldn't get drunk in their dreams.

Grabbing a bottle, Tang Ze slammed it on the bar counter. "Why don't they give me a 'Persona'? I don't really agree with it. Is something wrong?"

"Stop messing around. Do you even have a driver's license?" Lavenza pushed away his head that was leaning in. "They gave you something as practical as physical strength, and you're still being picky."

"As if Conan has a driver's license to fly a plane," Tang Ze grumbled. "Besides, I haven't even entered a single Palace yet, and they're giving me a coop side quest. That's a bit too casual."

Lavenza shook his head. "Trying to trick information out of me like this is useless. I'm not authorized to spoil coop content. You'll have to fend for yourself."

"So you do have information," Tang Ze said, showing no embarrassment at being found out. "Let me think..."

Tang Ze had a rough draft in mind for his list of confidants.

Since Tooru Amuro was included, it would be disrespectful not to include Shuichi Akai. Conan and Hattori, detectives from the "red side," were certainly on the list, but it was hard to say about those from the "black side."

Also, could people like Kaito Kid and Kyogoku Makoto, who were in the "cheat" faction, be counted?

If they could also be triggered, then if he pointed the Tarot at Kyogoku Makoto, good heavens...

"So, do you think I need to infiltrate The Organization and try?" Tang Ze changed the direction of his question.

"It's very likely that it won't be that simple."

"That's right. I still haven't figured out why The Organization values 'Tang Ze Zhao' so much," Tang Ze flicked the half-empty whiskey bottle, looking troubled. "Bourbon definitely knows, but I haven't asked about his stance. Do I have to go straight to him and say, 'Furuya Rei, your secrets are out'?"

Lavenza was amused by Tang Ze's words. He picked up the bottle again and took a large swig, his eyes narrowing in enjoyment. "Now you understand the difficulty of holding the script, don't you? It's like you know the final truth of a mystery novel from the very beginning, but you can't tell anyone, and you have to pretend it's your first time reading it, pretending to be a reader with a rigorous deduction process."

"Yeah, it's not easy. My script is all mixed up too." Tang Ze imagined a future where he would always have to maintain his acting skills, whether he was infiltrating the red side or the black side. His temples throbbed. "If I'm crucial to The Organization's plan, I'll definitely be under constant surveillance. If I use the power of the cognitive world, and the black side discovers it, I'll be in trouble..."

The villains in the social aspect of P5, excluding the double-dealer Akechi Goro, were all ordinary humans. With Akechi alone, they had successfully created serial cases that plagued the entire society.

If this power were exposed to The Organization, the scene would be...

"I can't be so passive. I still have to find a way to infiltrate The Organization... But doing so gives me a bit of a nostalgic feeling."

After speaking, Tang Ze lowered his head and looked at his currently intact legs.

"What's there to miss? Being a fake liquor in Conan's world is safer than being real liquor," Lavenza waved his hand and patted Tang Ze's head, interrupting his rambling thoughts.

Tang Ze exclaimed "Ouch!" and looked up, glaring. "I understand the logic, but why are you patting my head too?"

"I just wanted to experience it." Lavenza withdrew his hand that had patted him, rubbed his fingertips, and gave his approval. "It's no wonder Tooru Amuro always ruffles your hair. It really does feel good."

The next day, when Tooru Amuro arrived at the coffee shop for work, he saw Tang Ze, who had chased Lavenza all night and rolled off the bed, looking listless.

"Good morning. Didn't sleep well last night? You should get plenty of rest at night," Tooru Amuro patted Tang Ze, who was leaning back in his chair.

He had wanted to pat his head, but considering Tang Ze's protest yesterday, Tooru Amuro changed it to a shoulder pat for now.

"Good morning," Tang Ze replied without much energy, then looked at Tooru Amuro's dark circles. "Don't lecture me. You didn't sleep well either, Mr. Amuro."

Tang Ze was actually fine; his sleep time was sufficient.

It was just that he had drunk too much in his dream. His past drinking history made him subconsciously believe he should be hungover, but his body was full of energy, which made him uncomfortable.

Tooru Amuro was different. Juggling multiple jobs, his workload had certainly increased yesterday due to the case information Tang Ze had disclosed. He wasn't sure if he had slept at all, and his dark circles were so pronounced they couldn't be covered by his skin tone.

"I have insomnia, I'm used to it. It's precisely because I can never sleep that I have to urge you to rest well," Tooru Amuro lied smoothly, sighing with feigned sincerity, "How important good sleep is, I only realized after losing it."

Always can't sleep? It's probably because the work is never-ending. Tang Ze looked sympathetically at his complexion.

Yawning, Tooru Amuro noticed the clothes Tang Ze was wearing and asked curiously, "Why are you wearing your school uniform on your day off?"

Good question. Tang Ze sighed. It was because he didn't know it was his day off when he woke up!

Why was it his day off again after only one day of school? Ask me, and who would I ask? You people in Conan's world don't understand, so how could I?

If he hadn't taken out his phone when he went downstairs and seen the calendar, he would have gone to school.

"I didn't bring any other clothes with me, so I didn't know what to wear. This school uniform doesn't look bad, it's quite nice," Tang Ze also lied earnestly.

"Is it a matter of whether it looks good or not?" Tooru Amuro pressed his forehead. Thinking that this was a minor who had lived alone for many years under domestic care, he couldn't blame him for his poor self-care ability. "Shall Miss Enomoto and I take a leave of absence to take you to the mall?"

Tang Ze quickly refused, "No, no, just tell me where the nearest mall is. I can go buy them myself. Mr. Amuro, why don't you go sleep upstairs? You look very unwell."

Having a rare chance for independent action, he decided to let the sleepless undercover agent off the hook.

"Is it that bad?" Tooru Amuro looked at himself in the floor-to-ceiling window and realized his appearance was visibly fatigued. He glanced at the attic of the coffee shop. "The attic is your personal room now, is that okay?"

"It was originally a lounge. It's fine. I don't have many personal belongings, and they're all locked in the drawer. It's already a hassle for everyone that I'm living here long-term."

Tang Ze spoke so reasonably that asking to go together would be too deliberate. Seizing the opportunity to thoroughly search Tang Ze's belongings, Tooru Amuro agreed.

"Then I'll sleep for two hours. I'll make the bed again after I'm done. You can go to the shopping street to the north. The large department store is on the other side, the Beika Department Store." Tooru Amuro gestured in both directions and, seeing Tang Ze only carrying his flat commuter bag, casually asked, "Do you have money on you?"

Even when exhausted, he still remembered to care about the citizens. Tang Ze, the culprit who made people work overtime, was moved for a second and decided to give him a little more of the information he wanted.

"Don't worry, I have a bank card left by my parents. They deposit a living allowance every year, and there's still a large balance, which is enough."

Tooru Amuro, who was about to turn towards the stairs, stopped. He replied naturally, "That's good. Be careful on your way."

Tang Ze glanced at his hand tucked into his pocket, seemingly typing messages on his phone.

It seemed the unlucky Tooru Amuro was once again short on rest time.

Having added another hour of overtime for him, Tang Ze chuckled and went out.