After saying that, Kazama Hidehiko carefully sized up Jiang Xia. Yet the young Detective looked calm, with a trace of innocence in his expression. He seemed not to have taken Moriya Teiji's affairs to heart at all, much less shown any surprise or panic because of them.
Meanwhile, in a corner Kazama Hidehiko could not see, Conan was startled.
Conan: "...Moriya Teiji... Isn't he that unfortunate bomber who planted bombs in a park, a station, the Loop Line tracks, and the Municipal Building, intending to use those four deadly checkpoints to race Kudo Shinichi, his enemy, and the police in a battle of life and death? But Jiang Xia caught him at the second checkpoint, beat him up, and made him voluntarily draw out the bomb locations?"
Thinking of this, Conan gradually became wary.
Someone like Moriya Teiji actually had an apprentice. It was said that many masters and apprentices were as close as father and son, and that apprentices often inherited their masters' ideals. If Conan remembered correctly, Moriya Teiji's ideal was "perfect symmetry, and blowing up the asymmetrical black history I designed in my early years."
And the Twin Towers in front of them were clearly asymmetrical. If Kazama Hidehiko also intended to blow them up...
Blending in among the guests, Conan frowned at Kazama Hidehiko and secretly raised his guard.
A chill ran down Kazama Hidehiko's back, and he suddenly sneezed. "Achoo!"
He rubbed his nose through a handkerchief, looking somewhat confused. The banquet hall was comfortably warm, so why did he suddenly feel cold?
However, that hair-raising feeling vanished as quickly as it had come. Kazama Hidehiko did not pay much attention to it and dismissed it as his imagination. He refocused on the guests Chairman Tokiwa had invited.
Seeing that he had failed to intimidate