The strange thief in the heart! But Conan

Chapter 11: The best way to skip classes

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 11: The best way to skip classes

Tang Ze stuck to the corner wall and poked out a little to observe the road in front of Maru's house.

Neatly grey shadows lined both sides of the street. They lay silently on the ground, saluting in silence to the carriage carried by several shadows in the road.

Shadows are monsters that exist in the cognitive world. Ordinary shadows will be attracted by the desires of the hall subject and present certain cognition and consciousness of the hall subject. Special shadows, such as Maruharajiro's hall subject, are concrete manifestations of their distorted personality, reflecting the person's true heart and personality.

In the Kexue world, there are countless murderers and dead who are corrupt. I think Tang Ze can operate just by using the cognitive world.

The shadows kneeling all over the ground and the samurai carrying the cage in front of me were the image of others in Marugujiro's eyes.

The exquisite decoration of the lacquered gold on the cage is dazzling. It seems that in the eyes of this old man, he is probably still a big lord like a shogun.

He is so ugly and beautiful.

Tang Ze shook his head and did not walk into that street, looking for a gap along the outer circle of the Maru family building.

Maruharajiro's shadow must be in the carriage cage. Unfortunately, Tangze has not yet awakened his strength, otherwise he would have considered kicking the door violently from the front and finishing the work.

...If it is said that if he wants to awaken his ability according to the original work, does he have to be in a desperate situation, emotionally excited, or something?

Tang Ze thought about it and his steps became lighter.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that there is a pitfall. According to the plot, he will always awaken his ability, so it is better to be careful.

The Maru family, who transformed into the Daming Mansion, became painted and carved beams, and the patrolling samurai teamed with three or two shadows. They walked around to the back of the mansion, and Tang Ze found a suitable location for climbing over the wall and entering the courtyard.

Taking advantage of the faction of the warriors in front of him, Tang Ze tiptoed to the courtyard wall, reached out to climb onto the tiles and climbed up.

I don’t know how many guards there are inside, but Tang Ze did not rashly cross the wall and landed on the ground, but climbed up to a roof nearby, bent down to the highest ridge, and carefully poked his head.

His caution was correct. The entire courtyard had a wide view and few bunkers. There were shadows standing at the door of every room in the mansion. There were even archers and units at the height of the main house, eyeing the courtyard tightly.

If he had just turned his heart into it, he would have been captured on the spot.

Why can such a small yard be filled with so many shadows? Are you playing with a wolf?

No matter how much he complained in his heart, Tang Ze was still honest and really like playing in, leaning down his body and moving towards the main house.

Twenty minutes later, Tang Ze, who had successfully climbed onto the roof of the main house, chose a suitable angle and stretched his head to look at the courtyard in front of the house.

Thank goodness, this is Japan, even in Daming Mansion, there are only two yards.

If he was asked to climb the Forbidden City, he would not have finished climbing until tomorrow night.

The house is the most harshly guarded, with a guard post in front of the door, a loft on the front and a long-range bow and arrow. It is likely that this is the secret treasure in the palace, which is the most precious thing in the heart of the owner of the palace, and it is also the place where desire originates.

Is it the reason why Marutojiro is more dish-like? Why did you find the core position in less than an hour?

Tang Ze, who had no idea that he had skipped class directly by relying on his infiltrating experience, was thinking.

But it is a good thing to find. Conan World is not like P5. It will give you plenty of time to guide the palace. Maybe tomorrow, Maru Takajiro, who can't think of it, will call Kogoro Mori to the door, and then, it will be embarrassing.

If you think about this, it doesn’t matter for the time being that you don’t have the ability to awaken. If you don’t leave, just go out and send a preview letter and turn it in tomorrow to find a way to steal the thing, which is also a goal.

It’s better to crack it without brute force, it’s not authentic!

There seemed to be some entertainment program being prepared in front of the main house. Tables and blankets were arranged in the courtyard, and warriors kept walking in and out with plates, arranged one by one on the table.

Tang Ze looked closely and saw that the plate was filled with gold, silver and wealth, stacks of banknotes were piled into neat triangles, and golden sand and pearls stacked into small hills, which could make people's eyes shine at a glance.

It is very consistent with the personality of a loan shark.

While Tang Ze was thinking about it, looking at the structure of the house left and right, measuring the appropriate stealing route, the warriors below turned their heads and saluted towards the door.

Tang Ze immediately retracted his head and pressed it against the side wall, peeking with only one eye.

Maru Chuanjiro is back.

Tangze first saw the true form of the palace owner. Marukijiro, who was over fifty years old, wore a gorgeous Nara dress with a crown and swung into the door surrounded by a group of samurai.

He walked to the table and sat down, grabbed a few jewelry from the golden cup and plate to play with it, and shouted casually: "Take all the new servants here."

The knelt warriors agreed, and soon, several people in shackles were chained into a chain and stumbled in.

These people are not in shadow form, they all have clear appearances.

Tang Ze distinguished the man he bumped into in the afternoon from them. His slender face and two beards were easy to identify.

It seems that they are all borrowers of Maruhagijiro.

These are not real people, but the cognitive existence generated by the owner of the hall because of his own cognition. It is like an NPC that is pinched by people in reality, which can feedback the owner of the hall about this person.

In Maruharajiro's eyes, it was obvious that those who owed him money were his prisoners and slaves.

These people were pulled and kneeled on the ground in front of the table. The samurai shadows holding trays stood beside the people who fell all over the ground, waiting for Maru Takajiro to review one by one.

Maruharajiro walked to the edge of the first tray, picked up the necklace in the tray, threw it away, and said contemptuously: "It's too light. You can only take out such a little collateral at this age. A scum like you is really a waste of social resources. Cut off his hand as a punishment."

After saying that, he put the necklace directly into his sleeve, and kicked the old man who was struggling wildly away. The warrior next to him immediately waved his knife to slash at the old man's hands.

In the background sound of the old man screaming, Marutojiro Shi Shi walked towards the next person.

"Are you blinded by the worthless handicraft? Use it to mortgage 1 million yen? I don't think you need these eyes at all!"

"Ha? Do you want to fool me with this kind of garbage? You, cut off his head and put it in the tray, and then mortgage his life!"

"A broken knife is also used as a heirloom. It's such a poor and crazy pariah. I'll sell it as your interest."

The originally clean courtyard soon turned into a bloody execution ground. Some of the victims fell to the ground without any sound, while some of them hugged their limbs and rolled in pain, which made people feel deeply uncomfortable.

"It's really a hell drawing... Is a lender so bloody in his heart?" Even though he knew that these were not real humans, he was just a doll made up according to the memory of the owner of the hall. The cruel scene also made Tang Ze frown deeply.

Now Maruharajiro should be a rich man with a wealthy family. It seems that these low-level methods of embezzling mortgaged property, in addition to making money, may be the greater purpose of seeing people struggle in pain and kneel in front of them and pray.

I'm always perverted, no wonder I can create a palace.

"I can't find any valuable mortgage. Are the police all such poor people?" Another trash talk from Maruharajiro came, and Tangze looked at the person in front of him, his heart shrank.

The tall man was wearing a police uniform and sat on the ground in a mess. The shadow of the warrior beside him did not have a tray in his hand, but was pulling a little girl tied up.

The man who was pushed was wearing shackles on both hands. After struggling for a few times, he could not sit up. His right leg and pants were empty.

"Forget it, because your daughter is good, I can barely accept it." In Maruharajiro's tone, the person's collateral was like that little girl. "Anyway, it's a waste that can't stand up, so let's do it. Cut off his other leg as well."

Tang Ze's temple raked and he tried hard to hold the roof tiles at his hand.

(End of this chapter)