"Where did Asai Narumi go? Why are you asking?"
"Oh, I saw someone very similar to him near Tokyo. Since you invited him back then, you couldn't possibly be letting him act freely, could you?"
"I told you already, little detective. I think differently from you detectives. Phantom thieves have their own methods."
Leaning against the window, Tangze held his phone to his ear and skillfully altered his voice.
He knew Conan was in the room on the other side of the wall, at the other end of the call, so he carefully turned in another direction as he spoke.
It had to be said that while Masashi Asa's identity had never been a particularly serious disguise to begin with, brazenly changing his name like this was still rather audacious.
Of course, Asai Narumi had wanted the detectives to feel a sense of familiarity.
Ideally, that familiarity would make them question why Haga Kyosuke had invited him, allowing them to learn the truth behind the events of thirty years ago ahead of time.
Just like on Moonshadow Island, he had involved himself in this family feud not only to assess Haga Kyosuke, but also to expose the Shitara family's past malice to the public.
Since matters had already reached the point where they needed to pay for their crimes, Haga Kyosuke would surely regret it if the truth behind Jiro Shitarara's death could not be revealed.
Hearing Joker's ambiguous evasion, Conan's expression darkened slightly.
From the very beginning, he had heard directly from Joker that, compared to worldly justice, the Phantom Thief Troupe cared more about right and wrong, and about cutting off the endlessly recurring cycle of hatred. So even criminals like Akemi Miyano, who had been involved with the organization and whose hands could hardly be considered clean,