Fishing Stings and Slow Simmering

Yusuke Kitagawa had already hung up. Hoshikawa Teru, who was sitting beside him and had barely spoken, clearly knew his identity, and the children were nowhere around, so Conan did not restrain his urge to complain.

"Officer Takagi was actually the first to figure it out. That was really unexpected." Thinking of how Wataru Takagi usually let his muscles do the thinking while handling cases and never used his brain unless necessary, Conan could not help feeling surprised. "Could this be the power of love?"

"A wise man may err after a thousand thoughts, while a fool may gain something after a thousand thoughts. Rather than whether he is smart or not, I think he at least put his effort where it mattered." Tangze gave what he considered a fair assessment.

His intelligence did not have to be high, just sufficient. Better yet, even if someone was not especially sharp, growing a brain for the sake of another person was a point in their favor by itself.

You and Heiji Hattori are not stupid either, yet neither of you has escaped being single.

Not understanding his subtle counterattack, Conan moved on to another complaint. "It is also surprising that those guys actually found the money Shuji Kano hid."

Setting aside the Junior Detective Agency's actual capabilities, their destructive power was certainly considerable.

Who knew what Shuji Kano's restaurant looked like now?

"Those three children can be unlikable in many ways, but their persistence in adventures and treasure hunting should not be underestimated." Tangze tactfully picked one point to praise.

It could only be said that once detectives started searching, they were basically evidence-sniffing dogs, though sometimes they resembled Alaskan huskies. The three members of the Junior Detective Agency, however, were bulldozers.

Leaving aside the damage they caused to the scene