"This Akechi Goro guy has been getting more and more active lately." Conan flipped through the newspaper's local news and immediately spotted Akechi Goro's smiling face.
"More than that." Tangze bit down on his ice cream spoon and held up the page on his phone for Conan to see. "Look, he even has a fan club now."
It had to be said that a handsome, approachable high school detective like him naturally drew the attention of the mass media. Once he began appearing across all kinds of news pages, that face attracted even more notice—especially from young girls who idolized detectives. In just a few days, he already had fans.
Conan smacked his lips unhappily. "It took me years of solving cases to get this kind of attention... Hah, people really are fickle."
Tangze mercilessly refuted him. "Nonsense. I heard Mouri complaining that love letters from all over the country stuffed your mailbox full every day. Ever since you stopped coming to school, no one's been clearing out your locker. The letters that don't fit are practically spilling out."
"Ahem..." Mentioning that still made him a little bashful and a little proud. He pushed up his glasses with a pretentious air. "That's the accumulated result of my long record of solving cases. They're chasing the light of wisdom. It's different from his fans, who only care about his face!"
"Eugh—" Tangze scooped up a huge spoonful of ice cream and made a disgusted sound, though he did not dispute the part about looks.
"You know him, don't you? What's his deal?" Conan folded up the newspaper, then paused when he saw the towering pile of ice cream scoops in front of Tangze. Unable to stop himself, he added, "Can you even finish all that? And it's so sweet. Besides, this