After leaving the hall, Tangze walked out of the alley as if nothing had happened. He casually pulled a few items from his bag and held them in his hands, pretending he had really gone shopping before returning to the Polo Cafe.
Tooru Amuro had not returned yet. He probably did not want to see Tangze today.
Come to think of it, Tangze had only been let loose for half a day, yet his overtime workload had doubled, if not more. It was not just his workload as a Public Security officer—even his workload as Bourbon had increased. Even knowing Tangze was fairly innocent and had not caused any of it himself, Tooru Amuro could not help feeling exhausted by him.
Tangze considered it, then called Conan.
As expected, he learned that the bar had been blown up. Tangze consoled Conan halfheartedly, then subtly asked what information about the organization he had obtained so far.
"The police checked the briefcase that was supposed to be traded to Tequila and found a USB drive containing some information inside." Conan had already returned from the building to the venue at the Beika Hotel, and his voice was listless. "Hideaki Nakajima said this was the information the other party had asked him to gather. It contained a list of relatively skilled programmers in the industry, their current employers, and as detailed an address record as possible. He said he did not know what Tequila wanted it for. Mainly, the amount they offered was too high, so he did some investigating..."
The organization really had a knack for persecuting programmers. They spent all day being mysterious, talking about reversing time, bringing the dead back to life, blah blah blah. Who knew what programmers had to do with that goal, but they always acted as