"Tangze!"
A black hand—literally black—reached out from the side and grabbed Tangze by the back of his collar.
Tangze, who had been squatting on the ground and chatting happily with Conan, let out a short "Ah" before Tooru Amuro yanked him to his feet.
"Where did you run off to just now?" Tooru Amuro had practically circled the entire cruise ship, and he was not in a good mood. A hint of the demon boss demeanor he only showed around Yuya Kazami had surfaced.
"Ah, well, I noticed a strange figure out on the deck and couldn't resist chasing after it. Who knew so many people would suddenly pour out of the banquet hall?" Tangze gave an awkward cough, feeling a little guilty inside.
The truth was, Joker's disguise still was not quite secure.
He had repeatedly tried to beat the Shinigami Squad to the punch. Before they could doom some unlucky client, or the client's friends and family, he would send a calling card first and resolve the grudges at their source. Even Maru Denjirou, whom he had gotten involved with after running into him on the street, had been Mori Kogoro's client.
Even the media had concluded that the Phantom Thief of Hearts was targeting cases Mori Kogoro took on. Since he lived downstairs, he was an easy target for suspicion.
If situations like today happened a few more times—if Tangze disappeared every time Joker appeared—the observant detectives would soon zero in on him.
And unfortunately, he was surrounded by Red Faction members with top-tier deductive skills... Conan, Tooru Amuro, Shuichi Akai...
Life was really hard.
Once again, thank you to Brother Kid for the disguise materials. His disguise plan finally had its last puzzle piece. Once the plan was put into action, he would no longer be