Vodka did not dare pull any more tricks. Weakly, he said, "A small portion is still with the Nagano Prefectural Police. I'll get it from them right away."
Though he had been beaten badly, as long as he still had a breath left in this place, he could keep moving.
Gin had skillfully avoided hitting his face, allowing Vodka to change clothes and return to the Metropolitan Police Department.
This useless teammate who had been thrown into the police camp was actually quite useful once one figured out how to use him.
Before long, Jiang Xia had several photographs of the murder scene, the Villa design blueprint, and a variety of other scattered materials in hand.
"Oh, right." Vodka did not dare meet his eyes and said quietly, "While I was being beaten... ahem, I mean, while I was reflecting, Katsura Yohei died—there's some rumor going around that someone saw you entering and leaving the host's lounge."
Vermouth frowned. "He died? Weren't there police officers protecting him?"
Vodka lowered his head, not daring to make a sound. For the first time, he understood the trouble caused by useless underlings. "Katsura Yohei wanted to use the restroom, and those cops actually let him go in by himself. Then..."
"..." Vermouth had followed Jiang Xia the entire time and knew very well the order in which that writer had left his messages. "Then the information he had..."
"It's not a big problem," Jiang Xia said. "If I'm not mistaken, his dying message should have been, 'Ask Nonaka Tomomi.'"
"How did you know?" Vermouth froze. At first, she thought Jiang Xia had planted a Listening Device somewhere, but she quickly remembered something. "Nonaka Tomomi... right, at the end of the flashback, she was the one who used a Honey Trap on that writer