When it came to communicating with Tangze, it was a fairly routine matter for Shuichi Akai.
It wasn't as frequent as with Tooru Amuro, who had to spend every day with Tangze because he was playing Tangze's guardian and worked at the café, but Tangze still came to Shibuya to see him quite often.
So often that even the little detective who only occasionally acted alongside Tangze had become very familiar with Munehisa Iwai's identity. That showed just how frequently they actually exchanged intelligence.
However, Tangze had only recently confessed his identity to him and explained exactly what roles he had played over such a long period. This was the first time Shuichi Akai had faced this identity of his directly.
"Is this part of your disguise technique too?" Shuichi Akai studied Tangze for a moment, then raised a hand and gestured toward his hair.
This white hair was not only vastly different from Tangze's natural color; even its style and texture were completely different.
And from up close, it was clear that it was not merely a wig. The hairline and roots looked exactly like real hair.
The more he observed, the more Shuichi Akai marveled at the strategist currently offering him advice.
...No wonder Conan hadn't been able to spot Tangze's problem. Before confirming that Tangze also possessed disguise abilities comparable to Vermouth's—perhaps even more deceptive at times—it would have been difficult for that unfortunate little detective to see through Tangze's mask.
"It would be more accurate to call it part of my ability." Tangze nodded without the slightest humility.
"So their 'silver hair' operates on a similar principle?" Shuichi Akai pointed downward.
He was clearly referring to Curaçao, who was lying in the hospital room below.
"So you suspected that too."
"Of course. That color doesn't look