"Aoko's old man really was a tough one... I actually failed to steal it this time."
"But that spotlight hit my face directly just now... I wasn't exposed, was I?"
"Probably not..."
After shaking off a whole swarm of police cars on his Hang Glider, Kuroba Kaito returned to Kaito Kid's hideout beneath his home.
Thinking back to Nakamori Ginzo's secret technique just now—the blinding spotlight move—made his heart race.
He kept feeling as though his face had been seen...
But when he thought about it carefully, he was only wearing a hat and a monocle. He had been operating like that for ages.
There was no way his real identity could suddenly be recognized just like that, right?
With that thought, Kuroba Kaito immediately felt much more at ease.
"Kaito, are you home?!"
"I made dinner!"
"Huh, no one's here?"
Nakamori Aoko's voice suddenly came from upstairs.
"Oh no!!!" Kuroba Kaito panicked and hurriedly tore off his Kaito Kid outfit.
At the same time, Nakamori Aoko's voice kept drifting down from upstairs:
"Kaito, where are you?"
"Huh, why is the room locked..."
"Kaito, are you in there?"
"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?!"
"Open the door already!"
"You didn't get into some kind of trouble, did you?"
Nakamori Aoko's knocking continued without pause, every word making her sound like the ghostly woman pounding on a door in a horror game.
It gave Kuroba Kaito the same deep terror he felt toward a certain grim-reaper relative of his.
He quickly stripped off his clothes, changed into pajamas, and sprinted upstairs.
In his panic, he even tripped over his pajama pants and fell.
Wincing in pain, he hurriedly got back up, pushed open the hidden door, and dove back into his room.
Then came a loud bang!
"Kaito, what are you