Vermouth's breathing immediately grew heavier on the other end of the phone, while Tangze, anticipating this, moved the phone slightly away from his ear.
If he wanted to give Curacao a "grand funeral," there was no way he could avoid the Organization.
Informing Vermouth was less about asking for her opinion than redirecting her firepower, so that when she heard the news, she would not think he was disregarding Conan's safety and come demanding an explanation.
After Tangze's tests, all he could say was that the vanguard who had infiltrated the Organization to stir up trouble truly had parents who had drugged the Organization with something vicious.
Curacao was probably around twenty-five or twenty-six this year. She had not been following Rum for that long, but that only meant she had already begun to stand out and display certain unusual traits back then, enough to catch Rum's eye.
This showed that she was likely among the first batch of children taken away by the Organization to be used in Cognitive Science experiments—and among the first subjects to achieve results.
Ever since taking her away, Tangze had tested her several times.
As soon as she saw Tangze's face, after a few seconds of dazed confusion, Curacao would reveal the gentle, trusting smile of a child seeing her parents. She would remain quiet, watching him intently and listening carefully to everything he said.
Even knowing that Curacao's regressed mental state had amplified the effect, the sight still gave Tangze goosebumps. He truly wanted to ask his parents what exactly they had put in the Organization's water to drug someone into this state.
To maintain long-term systematic hypnosis and psychological suggestion to this extent, they had practically rewritten someone's underlying code. Even setting aside the Cognitive Science aspect, the Tang Ze couple were