"Maybe you were just too nervous, or... perhaps there was some misunderstanding..."
"That's not the point." Miwako Sato shook her head gravely from the driver's seat. "Knowing the layout of the furniture beforehand makes it much easier to find the safe. In most homes, especially apartments with limited space, safes are kept in the living room. If they know which room the bed is in and where the wardrobe is, they have an eighty percent chance of finding it."
"Huh? But there were also questions about birthdays..." Masashi Emoto, caught off guard by the question, sat up a little straighter.
"That's exactly why the birthday questions are a problem." Wataru Takagi, who likewise possessed the basic instincts of a police officer, solemnly disagreed. "A lot of people like to use birthdays as passwords for all kinds of things. Knowing the birthdays of everyone in your family would be very helpful for opening a safe without picking the lock."
"Exactly. Besides, most people aren't very cautious about household safes. Forget wiping off fingerprints—many people don't even lock them."
"Mm, all they'd need is a UV lamp or a little aluminum powder..."
"No, you still haven't mentioned the biggest problem." Conan, crammed into the corner of the back seat, suddenly spoke up. "If he found the safe, then fine. The valuables he could find might not fully satisfy the criminal, but they'd at least be some gain. But what if he didn't find it...? At your home, there was only Kota, who had absolutely no guard against him."
"Tch..." Miwako Sato pressed her lips together, clearly displeased by the Emoto siblings' lack of even basic vigilance.
This should have counted as basic common sense and self-protection. Calling someone this careless merely innocent and unguarded would practically have been praise.
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