Fujino inner-monologued in complaint, though he had long since grown used to it.
This kid Conan possessed passive all-class mastery; he could pilot airplanes above, sail large ships below, casually research bomb disposal, understood a bit of medicine, and had all kinds of knowledge readily at hand.
What was so strange about accurately identifying a material?
All of this was learned in Hawaii!
Ai Haibara followed by glancing at Conan too, her expression slightly complicated.
--Discovered by Gin and surviving a solo assassination attempt, successfully surviving the 90%-mortality A-drug, able to live together with her childhood sweetheart after turning into a child, miraculously escaping death with lucky narrow margins every time an incident occurred, without having her loved ones implicated, parents still living it up abroad, and being able to come back from time to time to tease children.
She had to admit, Kudo Shinichi's luck really was explosive.
She sighed, somewhat envious of such good fortune.
Then she asked, "So, have you figured out who the killer is?"
"Well..." Conan said helplessly, "Not yet."
Ai Haibara's expression grew playful. "Oh, so there is still something this great detective hasn't figured out."
Conan gave her a side-eye. "The only thing we can be certain of right now is that the culprit is someone who wears glasses, but this is a writers' banquet, after all..."
"That's true." Fujino somewhat agreed with this.
With the intensity of this group of writers all wearing glasses, if placed in a slightly extreme gold-rimmed gathering, not a single one would make it out alive; they'd all have to be fed a couple of lead pills and take a sweet twenty-four-hour nap.
That being said...
Wasn't the killer already obvious by now, though?
Fujino reminded, "I'm just saying, is it possible that we'd know who the