Ten days earlier, Jiang Hang and the others had already learned of White Dove Pharmaceuticals and known it was important information. Yet even now, they had made no progress regarding that pharmaceutical company that had gone bankrupt twenty years ago.
But now, Nomikuchi Shigehiko, any Black Organization members possibly hidden around him, and Masuyama Kenzou, who was suspected of being a Black Organization member, had all entered their field of observation. Beyond that, even more companies with liquor names had caught their attention. At last, they had peeled back another layer of mist surrounding the mysterious organization known as The Black Organization.
With new intelligence, they naturally had to seek confirmation from Miyano Akemi.
Masuyama Kenzou was already seventy years old. If he was a Black Organization member, then he had likely joined decades ago. Perhaps he had only made it this far by relying on the organization's power.
Perhaps Miyano Akemi would remember this "veteran member" of the Black Organization.
Since it concerned whether his hypothesis was correct, Conan came along this time as well.
On the rooftop of the Beika Art Museum, Miyano Akemi stared at Masuyama Kenzou's photo with a deep frown.
"This man... I think I vaguely remember him. When Shiho and I were little, it seems he came to visit my parents several times, and it continued for a few years. I just never knew his name." Miyano Akemi tried hard to recall her past.
"It seemed like he came by more often when White Dove Pharmaceuticals had just gone bankrupt and my parents were invited into the organization. Later, after Shiho was born and my parents died in a fire, he hardly came anymore. If I hadn't seen this photo, I wouldn't have remembered him at all..."
Miyano Akemi's words practically confirmed Masuyama Kenzou's