A Desperate Face-Blind Man

"One, two—"

Mori Kogoro closed his eyes and blindly thrust out the move he had prepared. Only after a long while did he dare open them and check the result of the hand game.

"I-I won?" He looked at his own hand, then raised his head to look at Yusuke Kitagawa standing opposite him, hardly daring to believe it.

Yusuke Kitagawa, who had just spent nearly ten minutes trading ninja-like moves with the stubbly, cold-faced Munehisa Iwai, had lost to him that easily?

"Congratulations." Having achieved his goal, Tangze gave him an indifferent nod, then turned away without lingering and went to stand beside Shuichi Akai.

His main reason for joining the hand game had been to use Kisaragi Hōzui's luxury watch to farm Mio Tokiwa coins. Tangze had little interest in sports cars.

The Phantom Thief Troupe was not lacking in vehicles, let alone one that was about to be buried in an explosion. Letting Mori Kogoro enjoy himself was not a bad thing.

"Congratulations, Senior Mori." Seeing the wildly swerving situation finally come to an end, Mio Tokiwa clapped forcefully, with no small amount of relief in her movements. "The final winner is Great Detective Mori Kogoro. Let's have him say a few words..."

"Ah, I finally won't have to rent a car anymore. Though finding a parking space will become a new headache."

"Hahaha..."

Mio Tokiwa and the guests laughed obligingly, while the few people standing behind them applauded politely as well.

Tangze exchanged a glance with Shuichi Akai, and the two began speaking quietly.

"This identity of yours isn't particularly solid, Tangze. Aren't you planning to use it as a long-term false identity?" Shuichi Akai, still holding a lollipop stick between his lips, squeezed out the words from the corner of his mouth.

Not surprised that