A chill ran down Conan's back. He rubbed his nose suspiciously, with the nagging feeling that some danger was drawing near.
It can't be that I just found something and they sensed it on the other side, right? Conan gave a dry laugh, muttering to himself, I'm seriously scaring myself.
Across from him, Professor Agasa saw him suddenly stop mid-sentence with an awful expression and couldn't help growing suspicious too. He looked around. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Conan came back to himself and said seriously, "Let's continue what we were discussing. Before, I always felt that when Vermouth entered that email address, the button tones sounded a little familiar, but I just couldn't remember why."
"But just now, I remembered." Conan held up his button phone and pressed the digits "0858," producing the corresponding tones. "That's the telephone area code for Tottori Prefecture."
"That message Vermouth sent was addressed to the 'Boss' she mentioned. In other words, as long as we can reconstruct the string of numbers she pressed, we'll know the email address of The Organization's boss."
Professor Agasa was stunned. An email address was more than just a means of communication—if handled properly, it might even reveal the other party's location... Ever since what happened on the full moon Halloween night, Shinichi had been keeping quiet. Yet today, he had suddenly said all this.
"Then..." He vaguely sensed a terrifying danger ahead. "Should I look into that address?"
"Not yet." Conan sighed. "I only know the first four digits. I haven't figured out the rest, and for some reason, I feel like even the '0858' at the beginning differs slightly from what I heard back then."
Professor Agasa quietly let out a breath of relief.
But Haibara Ai, hiding around the corner, was drenched in cold sweat.
A moment