Moriyama Teiji's Tea Party

"Don't be too stubborn about tempting fate." Tangze raised an eyebrow and spoke meaningfully.

Considering how often you'd run into bombing cases in the future, it was only a matter of time, not probability, before you did all sorts of things with all kinds of bombs.

Tangze always seemed to be implying something with his words...

After staring blankly at Tangze's inscrutable expression for a while, Conan shook his head and lowered his gaze to examine the sample Tangze had handed him.

Having already confirmed that it was plastic explosive, he did not feel much psychological pressure from holding a high-energy bomb in his hand.

This type of bomb was stable in nature. Ordinary impacts or even open flames would not set it off; it generally had to be activated with an electric current, such as through a detonator or another fuse device. Since Tangze had been able to take it out intact, he had definitely already dealt with it.

For a bombing case, obtaining a successfully dismantled bomb sample was enormously significant.

Making bombs was a dangerous, delicate craft, after all, and delicate manual work was basically impossible to do while wearing gloves, since they affected precision.

That meant solid evidence such as fingerprints and sweat was very likely to remain on the bomb. Normally, though, bombs in bombing cases did not leave people with such an opportunity—after all, if a bomb did not explode, there would be no bombing case.

After his brief shock and flicker of excitement, Conan steadied himself and carefully studied Tangze's expression. "...Do you think there's something suspicious about this?"

If he had not harbored doubts, then they could have simply handed this unexpectedly surviving bomb to the police. They might have been criticized for handling explosives without authorization, but being able to prevent