Ai Haibara: Feels Like the Nobel Prize Is Within Reach

"Welcome—ah, Tang Ze, you're back."

"Eh, Mr. Amuro isn't working today?" Tang Ze pushed open the door to Polo Cafe and looked around in surprise, finding only Azusa Enomoto behind the counter.

He had been busy dealing with Vermouth and the FBI lately, so he had not paid attention to Tooru Amuro's movements for several days.

Other than coordinating with Tooru Amuro on the day of the Halloween ball, briefly informing him that Vermouth was coming to catch a mole and that he planned to use disguises with Conan to swap people around and find a way to get Vermouth out of Japan, he had not explained much else.

After all, whether it was Shuichi Akai or Shiho Miyano, they were still trump cards to Tooru Amuro at this stage. If possible, Tang Ze did not want them to clash violently just yet.

Shuichi Akai's mysterious family members scattered across the world were not easy to figure out in a short time, and Tooru Amuro had not yet connected the potential links between them.

But Shuichi Akai was constantly wandering around right under Tooru Amuro's nose. Given the man's intelligence and skill at uncovering identities, it was highly uncertain when he might set his sights on Munehisa Iwai's false identity.

Tang Ze only hoped that, before the two of them collided head-on, Hirotsugu Morofushi, who had returned to the world of the living, could successfully contact Furuya Rei and resolve the biggest issue between them.

As for not getting along, well, people who piloted Gundams were born not getting along. Tang Ze did not expect them to have any harmonious, friendly relationship. As long as they did not fight to the death, that was enough.

Thinking of Hirotsugu Morofushi, who was still at the base desperately cramming three years' worth