"Dad, you're preparing a gift again."
"Uh, it's not a gift, it's just... Hey, don't worry about it..."
"Hmph, fine, fine, it's not a gift. You're going to pick Mom up tonight, right?"
"Well, someone invited me and invited her too, so it's on the way, isn't it? Tch, don't make that face..."
Unaware of the thrilling events that had taken place during the holiday, the Mouri father and daughter were relaxed and at ease. Conan, sitting beside them, was completely unable to fit into their atmosphere.
His thoughts were still lingering on the previous night. Countless faces came and went before his eyes, leaving him terribly distracted.
By now, he had encountered quite a few people he could confirm were organization members, and he knew even more code names.
Yet aside from the fact that the organization used illegal and gray-market operations to murder, rob, and raise funds, all he knew was that it seemed to be developing many unknown technologies.
The Cognitive Science research led by Tang Ze's parents, the drug development Shiho Miyano had once participated in, and the electronic information technology inextricably tied to Noah's Ark.
Compared to a criminal organization, it sounded more like an illegal research institute seeking to develop things that violated normal academic ethics and public morality. It was far removed from the criminal syndicate he had initially imagined...
Then again, the moment he had opened his eyes and found himself turned into a child instead of sunk in Tokyo Bay, he should have guessed this organization was anything but ordinary.
So were there many more cases like Curacao's within the organization?
Then what about Tangze? Akechi Goro? Joker? What had happened to these people so deeply entangled with the organization? Were they like Curacao too, merely the lucky ones among them?