Thick smoke billowed out through the restroom door. Through the black haze, a huge hole blown clean through the wall facing the street could be vaguely seen.
Conan gritted his teeth and tried to rush into the smoke.
"Don't!" Tangze reached out and grabbed Conan by the collar. "It's dangerous. There could be another ignition point!"
"But...!" Conan struggled in his grip, glaring unwillingly at the restroom before him.
At last—at long last—he had found a trace of them. He had been so close to following the trail, perhaps even finding the person who had attacked him, only for that hope to shatter before his eyes...
Tangze understood how he felt. Helplessly, he patted Conan on the back. "Call the police."
"Who did this?" Conan growled furiously. "Was it to silence him? Did they discover my bug? Or..."
He clenched his fists and pulled out his phone, but instead of dialing the police, he opened his outbox and sent an email to an address.
There was an explosion here. A man calling himself "Tequila" is dead. Did you do this on purpose, Joker?
Tangze, who had taken out his phone to call the police and hurriedly switched it to silent mode, said, "..."
Don't pull a surprise attack like that, kid!
No, he needed to buy another two phones. His new Onion Skin had its own contact address too. If Conan ever got a sudden urge to send Joker a message and his phone beeped twice, he'd be completely screwed...
Thinking that, Tangze opened the email Conan had sent. His fingers moved silently and quickly as he typed out a reply, then he dialed the police.
"Hello, we're at the Manto-do Game Press Conference at the Beika Hotel. There's just been an explosion here... Yes, that's right... I don't know,