Someone suddenly leaped up beside her, and they were more than forty stories above the ground. The sheer terror of it was hard to put into words.
Almost reflexively, Pramia drew her backup gun from her leg and aimed it at Tangze.
Tangze merely turned his head and glanced at her. He did not dodge, letting her pull the trigger.
The next second, the gun reflection that had worked so effectively on Scopin made this Russian fugitive, so similar in her own way, suffer the same fate.
"Ah—"
Clutching her forehead as sudden, agonizing pain erupted there, Pramia collapsed to the ground with an uncontrollable scream.
"I said this before, but unfortunately, not many people understood." Tangze's gaze passed over Furuya Rei, Conan, and several teammates who had come out to support their old friends before settling on Pramia. "My ability is indeed unusual, but I am by no means the only one. The reason I was the one who stepped forward to become Joker is because..."
Only after stepping on Pramia's fallen gun and ensuring she had no chance to lash out again did Tangze finish the latter half of his riddle.
"...I am the cause of it all. I am the true origin. More importantly, I am a mirror. Those who harbor goodwill receive goodwill; those who lose their way will eventually return. And people like you..." Tangze raised a hand and tapped the spot on his forehead where she had just shot him. "What you receive will naturally be nothing but malice."
"What nonsense are you spouting..." Pramia pressed a hand to her wildly throbbing forehead, as though a scorching bullet had pierced through it. Her eye twitched violently.
"You don't have to force yourself to talk. It hurts so badly you can't even stand up, right?"