"Based on what you heard, the reason they abandoned that system was most likely Binga himself?"
Conan, sitting across from Tangze with a soda straw between his lips and just about to ask after him, immediately choked.
"Miss Mizunashi is trustworthy, right?" Tangze, his face covered in several bandages, tugged at his hood to conceal the gauze on the side of his face. "She gave me this information. Maybe she deliberately let me overhear it. I have to thank her for looking after me this time too."
After being brought out of the offshore facility, Tangze, both a victim and someone who had bravely fought the criminals, received the highest level of care, surrounded by several medical staff tending to him.
With so many eyes on him, he could hardly bring out Haibara's unmarked experimental medicine. He could only obediently let them bandage him up, and even got a needle in his arm for several hundred milliliters of glucose.
To keep Ran Mouri and the others from growing upset at the sight of him, Tangze made use of his coat's hood to hide his excessively bandaged face.
That made the two of them look strangely furtive despite openly eating seafood and recounting their harrowing adventure.
"If she gave you the information, then it should be true." Conan rested his chin on his hand, thinking. "That explanation does make some sense. Binga didn't really put much effort into disguising himself as a woman. He used his own face completely..."
From what Conan had learned after asking around among several staff members yesterday, Binga had joined the project team long ago. He had even gotten wind of it and set his sights on it while Naomi was still in the secret development stage.
Yet the system's facial-recognition result for him had been