"Little Ai, your ice cream! Over here, over here!"
"Forget Conan. That guy has no team spirit—he snuck off to have fun again..."
"Okay, coming."
Turning her head to answer, Ai Haibara waved to the two of them.
"I'm going to keep the children company first. Professor Agasa promised to take them around Kyoto today. Also, if you still have questions, you could just ask Tangze directly, couldn't you?"
"Hm?" Heiji Hattori, still processing all that information, looked up. "Tangze probably didn't have many chances to interact with his parents, right? Can he answer questions like that?"
Based on what they knew about Tangze's former life, the time he had spent most often with his parents was when he had yet to recover, and Tangze remembered almost none of that period.
By the time Tangze had recovered and his memory began functioning normally, his parents had already become researchers controlled by the organization. If those precious moments they had shared were further squeezed for intelligence, it would be somewhat cruel.
Not to mention, there was no guarantee that such information could be extracted at all.
"He had less contact with my uncle and aunt than I did, that's true. But don't forget that the way Tangze thinks is sometimes very similar to his father's." Ai Haibara curled her lips into a smile. "He may not know much about them, but if you want to guess what they did or how they would choose from their perspective, believe me, Tangze will give you the answer."
When it came to anything related to Tangze, those lunatics from the Tang Ze school of thought each had their own brand of madness, but they did share one correct consensus.
Tang Ze Zhao was the child condensed from their love, the most perfect "work" they