After the group heatedly discussed how to protect Pramia from Pramia for a while, someone finally brought up whether the wedding should be canceled.
Now that it had been established that Pramia's target was this soon-to-be-married couple—regardless of which one she was really after—canceling the plan outright and denying Pramia her chance seemed like the best solution.
Unfortunately, at this point, Pramia herself would not give up, and Tangze would not allow her to give up either.
Christina repeated her old trick. This time, right in front of Tsutomu Muranaka, she let him witness her receiving threatening text messages demanding that the wedding proceed as scheduled.
The skilled Christina naturally knew exactly what she needed to do at that moment. In mere seconds, her expression turned frightened and sorrowful. Clinging to her fiancé's arm, she looked as though she were about to cry, making her deeply pitiful.
Tsutomu Muranaka could not withstand that act. He quickly put an arm around her again and comforted her softly.
He looked up and exchanged glances with several former colleagues, his expression swiftly growing much more resolute.
"...Actually, if it were up to me, it really would be better not to cancel." Having received Pramia's venomous, supposedly covert glare and knowing his goal had been achieved, Tangze adjusted the gloves in his hands. "Pramia is a frightening title, but it also represents the depth of the criminal's sins. Now that we finally have an opportunity for a direct confrontation... a detective would never pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime chance."
As he spoke, he turned his head and met Conan's watchful gaze, then smiled.
Right? You've already noticed quite a few clues, haven't you, little detective?
Conan had been unusually quiet ever since the explosion.
Tangze knew there was a high chance Conan had realized