Conan frowned deeply as he studied the newlyweds before him.
Even in the face of an unknown threat of attack, and despite the bride's unease over the possibility of an accident, she still clutched the groom's arm tightly. It was obvious that she depended on him considerably.
It seemed that the hero-saving-the-damsel incident Inspector Megure had mentioned, six months ago, had fundamentally changed their relationship.
At a glance, there was nothing obviously wrong with the groom. He looked just like he had in the photo Miwako Sato had shown them, and he was exceptionally calm.
Conan turned, intending to find a reliable companion to help him ask some basic questions about their families and professional backgrounds, only to meet Tangze's eyes as he was still talking to Shiratori.
Who knew what they had been discussing? Shiratori was clearly much bigger than Tangze, yet he was hanging his head in dejection, looking more like a junior being counseled.
Noticing Conan's gaze, Tangze turned and smiled at the puzzled-looking boy.
He knew what Conan was wondering about—namely, how he had somehow become familiar with Shiratori again.
But Tangze often played the role of listener and adviser in all kinds of social relationships anyway, so he was not worried about exposing anything. He merely acted as though he had naturally understood Conan's hint and quietly asked Shiratori.
"The police are so tense. Do the newlyweds have impressive family backgrounds? Oh, right—the bride was once targeted by a repeat robber-murderer. Her family must be pretty wealthy, then."
Otherwise, the First Investigation Division would not be treating the matter as such a grave threat, mobilizing so many officers just to keep a wedding safe.
Hitoshi Shiratori was still stuck on the horrifying thought of what would happen if he had mistaken someone else for Miwako