After briefly analyzing the reasons behind Calvados's bad luck, Amuro Tooru quickly came back to his senses and realized something.
"But none of that explains why Calvados suddenly returned to Tokyo and, after encountering so many strange incidents, still insisted on staying instead of leaving.
"The only things that could make him stay are an order from the organization or a request from Vermouth—if it were the former, he wouldn't be without even a single gun.
"So there's only one truth: Vermouth is behind this... What exactly is that sly woman plotting?"
As an undercover agent wore an earpiece and racked his brains.
In the distance, the reporters' interview continued.
"You say I had an argument with the late Mr. Nakai the night before last?" Ryusei Ryuichi looked at the colleague asking the question and sighed.
"Yes, there was a slight misunderstanding between us, but we were colleagues. We only needed to talk things out. How could I possibly harm him? This was merely a tragic accident."
"As for why I happened to be near the fire scene... Mr. Nakai was more experienced than I was, practically my senior. After our misunderstanding, I intended to visit him to explain myself and apologize.
"But unfortunately, fate did not give me that chance. I had only just arrived when I saw him jump from the window and fall headfirst to the ground... As his friend, all I could do was raise my Camera through my tears and preserve the final image of his life in this world."
Conan stood at the corner of a building outside the crowd, listening to those words as his brow twitched without pause. There was no evidence for now, but he felt that every word this man said carried the air of an unrestrained criminal, tugging at