"...Come out. How long are you planning to stay in there?"
Watching the little dot above through the map, Tangze finally spoke after confirming Gin's footsteps had completely faded away, breaking the awkward staring contest.
Conan studied his expression and, as though he had not processed what was happening yet, said nothing for a moment.
Tangze raised an eyebrow and pulled him into the party list, confirming that he did not have any strange debuffs and had not simply been scared stupid before extending a hand.
Conan lowered his gaze, saw the hand entirely covered by a black leather glove, and took it a beat too slowly.
"...Thank you."
Oh, so his brain was using too much memory and his system was lagging.
Understanding, Tangze said nothing more and simply pulled him out of the cramped cabinet.
"You should thank me." Tangze adjusted his posture and leaned against the storage locker behind him, his voice unchanged. "You're being very unreasonable, kid."
No matter which script Conan was currently running in his head, Akechi Goro as Kumeru could at most show a tiny bit of appreciation for this child, whose identity was obviously suspicious, for his intelligence and execution. Beyond that, he should not display any fondness.
So Tangze did not slip back into his usual irritating mode. Instead, like Hoshikawa Teru in the more natural state he usually adopted while using this identity, he spoke coldly and indifferently, with a hint of mockery.
Straightening up, Conan examined Akechi Goro standing before him.
Perhaps because this setting was simply too unsuitable for a righteous detective, the other man was not wearing that eternally unchanged double-breasted coat. Instead, he was dressed from head to toe in black.
Black Oxford shoes, black suit trousers, a black turtleneck beneath a short black trench coat