Shinichi Kudo fell silent briefly on the phone. Outside the phone, the people who had seen the Phantom Thief Troupe's calling card also stared at Moriyama Teiji without saying a word. For a moment, the room sank into a suffocating stillness.
At the center of everyone's attention, Moriyama Teiji rubbed the back of his molars. The muscles in his gaunt face twitched subtly, and the prominent veins clearly betrayed his agitation. His turbulent emotions seemed ready to burst through his thin skin and explode at any moment.
Yet after a few heavier breaths, he slowly regained control of himself and maintained his steady tone. "An interesting guess. This... prank is also quite amusing. Officers, are you going to directly conclude that I am the culprit behind this series of cases just because of an anonymous 'accusation'? I thought police officers and detectives spoke with evidence."
"I never make deductions built on air, Professor Moriya. As for evidence, the answer will naturally be found if you look at the box behind the city model."
The young detective's confident voice came through the phone speaker. Hitoshi Shiratori finally pulled his gaze away from the glaring red card amid the pure white city model. Half-skeptical, he walked around the glass display case in two steps and saw several items carelessly scattered atop a storage box.
"Aren't these the items the suspect used for disguises?" He grabbed them without hesitation and said, "Sunglasses, a beard, and a gray-black coat. They perfectly match the suspect's characteristics in the portrait!"
As he spoke, he did not forget to look up at Moriyama Teiji with an incredulous expression that practically said, How could you screw up this badly?
It was not as though he did not understand that even the most careful plans could have oversights, but