"Yes, this is Tangze... Right... Now? Uh, all right..."
Tangze helplessly put down his phone and spread his hands. "Sorry, something urgent came up... Mr. Mori is asleep anyway, so why don't you handle it yourself?"
After some investigation and deduction, Conan had successfully followed the intended line of reasoning. Not only had he determined that the person who had traded with Tequila was Hideaki Nakajima, but he had also discovered that this explosion was not a targeted silencing—it was a mix-up that had killed the wrong person.
That conclusion only made him angrier.
After being shrunk for so long, he had finally found a clue after joker appeared. Before he could dig any deeper, the killer's murderous intent had destroyed everything.
Though a righteous detective should not have thought this way, Conan's first reaction had been, If you were going to kill someone, couldn't you have used any other method? Why did you have to use a bomb?!
And Tequila, wasn't he a member of that organization too? How could he be so useless? He had just been taken out by some passing murderer!
He had come to Tangze to help wrap up the deduction and detain Hideaki Nakajima, the man who had traded with Tequila, hoping to pry some information out of him. Yet just as he opened his mouth, Tangze was about to be summoned away by a phone call.
Nothing was going right. Everything was going wrong. He was so angry.
Puffing up with frustration, Conan went to fiddle with Mori Kogoro, who was sitting beside him and dead asleep from his hangover. Tangze took two steps back, slipped out of Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki's sight, and quietly headed for the side exit of the venue.
Yuya Kazami stood among the officers sealing off the