Chapter 225

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Mr. Suzuki? He just went to the restroom."

"The restroom?" Hearing the waiter's answer, Conan immediately ran toward the direction of the restroom.

At this moment, Kaitou Kid was hiding in a stall in the men's restroom, having just peeled off his bulky disguise.

"This Suzuki Shiro is way too fat. I've been lugging around over ten pounds of disguise for half the day; it's killing me."

"The worst part is that it didn't even fool that Onmyoji."

"How on earth did that guy figure me out?"

Kaitou Kid was completely baffled.

"Forget it, don't worry about him, let's keep going with the plan."

Kaitou Kid prepared to change into a new disguise.

Before that, he habitually observed his surroundings.

"Huh?!" Kaitou Kid was dumbfounded.

On the ceiling of the stall, a pitch-black camera was pointed right at him.

The little red light indicating it was running was blinking on and off.

"Damn it! Who's peeping at me from the next stall!"

Kaitou Kid hurriedly covered his vital parts and shouted angrily.

The camera slowly retracted, showing no panic at being discovered.

Kaitou Kid was furious; he covered his lower half with one hand and grabbed his card gun with the other.

As for his upper half, he couldn't care less.

He pulled open the door, went to the next stall, kicked it open, and roared, "You're even filming a man? Do you have any sense of public morality..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

Kaitou Kid stood at the entrance of the stall, exposing his backside, looking blankly.

The stall was empty; there was no one there, and no camera.

Not a single hair was to be found.

This is truly hellish!

Where did the person filming me go?