"I thought these songs were pretty good. Sato, what do you think?" Wataru Takagi gave Miwako Sato a meaningful look.
By asking that, he was indirectly asking whether Sato found the man suspicious and whether there was any need to continue investigating him.
"...They really do have a certain charm. I think we could try recommending them to a company." Miwako Sato smiled and nodded, casually taking Conan—the boy introduced as her younger brother—by the hand.
That meant she found him quite suspicious, so they should apply for a search warrant and notify Mori Kogoro and the others downstairs while they were at it.
"Alright, then let's do that. Should we exchange contact information?" Wataru Takagi walked over with a smile and took out his phone, blocking Miwako Sato as she secretly tried to take a picture with hers.
Takuya Rokuda's gaze was still fixed on Masashi Emoto's now-relaxed hand. He looked dazed, and when Takagi brought it up, he responded as though sleepwalking, pulling out his phone and adding the other man's number.
"Mm-hm, then let's go." Seeing that they seemed prepared to let the matter go lightly, Masashi Emoto breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.
"Um, Emoto..."
Watching him head toward the door, Takuya Rokuda rose to his feet and could not help calling out.
Masashi Emoto stopped and turned around. There was helplessness in his expression, but also a certain understanding.
Separated by several meters, the two men looked at each other in silence.
"What is it, Rokuda? Is there something else?"
"...No. Um, be careful on the way. Stay safe."
"Alright..."
Conan studied their expressions and could not help tugging on Miwako Sato's sleeve.
Something was clearly going on. Masashi Emoto had probably already seen through something, or perhaps their attempt to help