"What?! Why are you all like this?!"
After a brief silence, Conan looked at the row of people on the sofa who seemed to be holding some kind of "ritual" and became a little exasperated.
He was feeling good about himself when he was singing, but who knew that when he turned around he would see this scene which was "not very hurtful but extremely insulting".
"How do you sing? Don't you have any idea of your own singing?"
Tang Ze sighed, stood up, walked to Conan, took the microphone and patted Conan's shoulder: "Singing is really not suitable for you..."
He originally just knew this information, and when he saw Conan singing, he instinctively wanted to stop him, but after experiencing it firsthand...
Tang Ze felt that he had underestimated Conan's "destructive power" on his ears. This was obviously a "natural disadvantage" in singing, a shortcoming that the old thief Qingshan deliberately arranged for Conan.
There's no hope. Just wait to die. Goodbye.
"Do you all think so?"
However, everyone thought so, but Conan, the person involved, had no self-awareness. He said unconvincedly, "Even if my singing is bad now, I can practice slowly! Just because it's bad now doesn't mean it will be bad in the future!"
"Haha... Although it's not nice to say that..." Sato Miwako met Conan's gaze and laughed awkwardly twice, saying euphemistically: "But I think Tang Ze is right..."
"I also think singing is not suitable for you...haha..." Takagi also laughed awkwardly twice, not daring to look at Conan.
Compared to the two adults who were considerate of Conan's mood and were a little tactful, the other three little ones seemed not so polite.
"It doesn't matter, even if your singing is bad, Conan, we won't despise you."
Ayumi smiled and comforted him, "And you're really good at reasoning, which is something none of us can compare to!"
"Although Conan, you are excellent in other aspects, you are completely bad at singing!" Mitsuhiko complained mercilessly.
"It's so awful!" Yuan Taitie said naively, "It's like a song from hell!"
Faced with the three little ones' words, each one more straightforward than the other, Conan felt as if he were pierced directly by three arrows and suffered immense damage.
But Conan was obviously unwilling to accept this reality. Facing everyone's words, he was still a little unconvinced, until Huiyuan, who had been silent on the side, handed him her phone...
"I recorded it, listen to it yourself."
Looking at Haibara's eyes full of "pity", Conan snorted coldly, then took the phone and clicked on the audio.
Afterwards, a somewhat frustrating singing voice came from the phone. It sounded as if someone was pinching his throat and running around Tokyo seven or eight times. It was impossible to tell that it was the same song at all.
"This is really sung by me..." Conan's face twisted as he listened to the song playing on the middle dial of his mobile phone, and he looked doubtful about his life.
"So you understand now." Tang Ze patted Conan's shoulder and said, "Let's go, the song is almost over, let's go eat."
Pulling Conan, who had turned gray, Tang Ze invited everyone to walk out of the KTV and find a nearby sushi restaurant for dinner.
Because Karasawa and the other man had been drinking, the task of sending the three little ones was given to Sato Miwako. As for Conan and Haibara, they took a taxi home with Karasawa.
As for the car, I can only come back tomorrow morning to drive it.
Although the next day was a little troublesome, Tang Ze still quite liked this kind of nightlife. After solving the case, he would have a drink with his colleagues to vent his emotions, which could help people quickly get rid of the negative emotions brought about by the case.
After returning home, Ayako was still waiting in the living room.
"Didn't I tell you to go to sleep first?" Tang Ze looked at the sleepy Ayako and said with some heartache.
"I can't sleep well since you haven't come back yet." Ayako smiled and stood up to take Tang Ze's coat: "Are you not drunk?"
"No, I just drank some beer." Tang Ze smiled and said, "Okay, go to bed. I'll go after I wash up."
"Well, I'll go to bed first." Ayako smiled and said, "I've adjusted the water temperature."
Watching Ayako enter the bedroom, Tang Ze went into the bathroom and started washing.
Not long after, Ayako, who was still a little drowsy, felt an arm around her waist. The familiar breath made her unconsciously move closer to the embrace.
After turning off the small bedside lamp, Tang Ze hugged Ayako and fell asleep.
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The next morning, after having breakfast, Tang Ze took the subway, turned a corner, and arrived at the parking lot of the KTV he had attended yesterday.
However, the driver's door had not been opened yet, and the phone on his body suddenly rang.
"Hey, hey, no way... again?"
After taking out his phone and looking at the name on the caller ID, Tang Ze couldn't help but complain: "Ever since I was forced to obtain this crappy talent, I always feel like I have become the "God of Death"..."
Thinking that he would no longer be able to confidently complain about Conan and Hattori Heiji, the two jinxes, Tang Ze felt a little unhappy...
Do I have to become a walking "life harvester" by colluding with these two "death gods"?
Thinking about the future where every time three people meet, one of them will die to "live up" the atmosphere, Tang Ze feels that the world is full of malice.
But no matter how much you complain, you still have to answer the phone. After all, solving murders is a criminal job.
After getting in the car and turning on the flashing red siren, Tang Ze drove towards the crime scene.
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