Gin, whose real name was Kurosawa Jin, thought to himself. Yet when he looked at Fujino's figure, so strikingly similar to Beika Batman, a chill still ran down his spine.
He could not help but grumble inwardly, rare for him: What kind of lunatic would even think of disguising themselves as that thing?
After silently complaining for a while, Gin decided that, for the sake of his physical and mental health, he should quietly keep his distance from this genius cosplaying Beika Batman.
Even though he knew perfectly well that it was just a cosplay disguise, that familiar aura and familiar silhouette still made his head ache for no reason.
His fear of Beika Batman had already been etched into Gin's DNA.
After all, Beika Batman was the only person Gin had ever encountered whom he had failed to gain any advantage over from beginning to end—and who had even sent him off to lie flat in a body bag time and again.
Even his first time had been taken away. How could he possibly forget that?
As for why he had not recognized Fujino or Akemi Miyano...
All that could be said was: Lord Gin was ruthless and not much of a talker.
Lord Gin never remembered the names or faces of the people he killed.
After all, as the Alcohol Company's workhorse, he killed at least eight or ten people a day, started his mornings by offing someone, and cleaned up several traitors for the organization whenever the need arose. If he remembered every single person he killed, would his head not explode?
And Kudo Shinichi or whatever... who remembered him?
So Conan had spent all day acting like he had persecution paranoia, only for his disguise to end up being for nothing?
Though, thinking about it, it