"So you got Joker's email address?" Sitting at a table outside Polo Cafe, Tangze yawned and casually flipped through his workbook as he questioned Conan.
Luckily, the math teacher did not care much about handwriting. The difference between the handwriting in this workbook, which had passed through two ghostwriters in succession, was truly enormous. Tangze did not care in the slightest, though, and declared the experience excellent. He would absolutely do it again next time.
Conan glared grimly at the slip of paper, which bore the email address Joker had left behind.
The calling card was far too distinctive. He did not dare carry it out directly; it would attract too much attention.
"And I even got a reply from him." Conan could not make sense of it. "He said before that he knew the Black Organization's identities, but he refused to explain it clearly in the email. He only told me to attend the game launch on time... Is there some reason he absolutely needs me to go?"
If you do not go, what if Tequila does not explode? Tangze was still waiting to update his achievement. He was already getting sick of whisky.
"Is there another possibility?" Tangze seriously misled him. "Maybe Joker has a reason he cannot show his face. For example, those people know him, they might discover him, or perhaps he has a sunlight allergy, social anxiety..."
The more he spoke, the more tempted Tangze became.
Right, he had disguise skills now, and Joker's white-haired image had already left a deep impression on everyone. Could he fabricate another real-world identity for Joker? For example, albinism, so he could not be exposed to direct sunlight, and his eyes could not face sunlight either because of his condition, which was why he dressed like some kind of