"Wanting to fool detectives and the police may be the desire of most criminals, but not many can pull it off. Do you think you're one of them?"
"What, do you have a different opinion on that, Detective Akechi?"
"Most of Mori Detective's analysis was correct, whether regarding you or Reiko Shimizu..." Tangze held his pistol as he slowly walked forward. "There is only one point that neither the police nor the detectives could conclusively determine. But now, I can tell you the answer."
"Which point?" Suehiko Ito keenly noticed that Akechi Goro had not placed himself in the category of "detective" in that statement, and his hands tightened slightly around the armrests.
Another striking difference between Akechi Goro and other young detectives was that he did not wear the canvas shoes or sneakers favored by high school students. He usually wore pointed Oxford shoes, making his footsteps particularly sharp and grating, their echoes in the surveillance room carrying a bone-chilling quality.
"That is, the person who handed you the gun to dispose of, pushed you into the spotlight, and tried to use your death to cover her own tracks... really was your so-called perfect lover, Reiko Shimizu."
"What are you talking about...?" Unable to turn around, Suehiko Ito barely managed to lift his head.
"What, do you want to deny that fact? Think carefully." As Tangze walked, he made two gestures at Conan, signaling him to stay curled up and not move. "Was the person who shot Shoji Nishio really you? Who told you to drive alone to the harbor and get rid of the gun? Who made you panic and get chased by the police while driving, only to crash because your brakes failed... Who exactly was responsible for all that?"
"Are you going to reach the same