Elsewhere, inside the Suzuki Modern Art Museum.
The "Memory Egg" they had been talking about had been placed back in its wooden box and now sat quietly on the coffee table before Chairman Suzuki.
Inspector Nakamori chatted with Suzuki Shiro for a few moments, then stepped forward and picked up the wooden box. "Then we'll proceed according to the previous plan—leave this in our custody for now."
Suzuki Shiro nodded and glanced at the box. Inspector Nakamori had said earlier that he would not keep it in the exhibition hall, but move it somewhere else and hide it.
He was a little curious whether Kid would be able to find the right place.
Seeing Suzuki Shiro staring at the Memory Egg, Inspector Nakamori misunderstood. He thumped his chest with a reassuring smack. "Don't worry, there definitely won't be any problems this time! In the past, we always obediently put the exhibits in the exhibition hall. Those places have countless entrances and exits, wide-open spaces, doors, ventilation ducts, the deep night outside the building... There are too many places for Kid to hide, which is why we kept letting him succeed.
"But now that I think about it, why have we always been dancing to his tune? This time, the fake will lure him in at the museum, while the real thing will be hidden somewhere he'll never find. Let's see how he plans to take it away on time then! Hahahahaha!"
Inspector Nakamori felt like a genius. He would not even tell Chairman Suzuki where they were going to hide the Memory Egg. Only he and his two subordinates knew.
He turned around and gave each subordinate's face a hard squeeze, making sure they were not disguised. Then, cradling the egg, he strutted away. "Let's go! Mr. Suzuki, rest assured—I'll