Your Bomb Is Nice, but Now It's Mine

"Mr. Kurokawa is the director of a hospital?"

"That's right. The master used to be a very famous cardiac surgeon and was well known in the field. But as he got older, he rarely performed surgeries himself. There are some private family matters he'd like to discuss with you."

"Oh, we already talked about that over the phone."

"Certainly, Mr. Mori, this way..."

Conan, who had been escorted into the courtyard by the maid, withdrew his gaze from Mori Kogoro's retreating back. He took out his phone and began replying to the messages he had received on the way over.

Since Joker had actually stuffed a tracker into his watch right in front of him, Conan no longer needed to report his itinerary in such detail. He could simply assume Joker was watching him.

So he wasn't surprised by the email he had received on the way. His only complaint was the other party's wording.

Uncle Mori often handled all kinds of commissions related to family matters—catching cheating spouses, investigating secret accounts, and for wealthier families, even property disputes and inheritance protection...

Before I even started staying at their office, that was already the old man's regular work. If every family he investigated had something happen to them, he wouldn't be able to keep doing this job. You're exaggerating, Joker.

Tangze, sitting not far from him, listened to Noah read out the contents of the email through his earpiece and curled his lip.

Ever since he had carelessly exposed his identity in front of Tooru Amuro, Tangze's caution had risen sharply. He felt like he could compare himself to Light Yagami under L's surveillance.

Now, whenever he needed to switch identities in front of detectives, he tried to leave it to Noah. He was getting ahead of Full Moon Conan