"Probably not." Jiang Xia dismissed the far-fetched guess and said righteously, "Anyway, I'll go check things out first. Keep discussing and cover for my movements—I'll be back soon."
Mouri Ran froze. Hearing that Jiang Xia was going alone to find the murderer hiding in the shadows, she felt uneasy. "I'll come too!"
Jiang Xia shook his head. "No. Since the murderer hasn't gone far, there may still be important clues here. Be careful of him luring us away and coming back to destroy the evidence—if anything happens, I'll call you."
The girls were persuaded. They gathered together and pretended to chat while anxiously watching Jiang Xia quietly disappear into the nearby woods.
At a street corner dozens of meters away.
Vodka had been secretly following near Jiang Xia the whole time. He had witnessed everything that had just happened, including the black shadow desperately fleeing away.
Watching the unknown murderer from afar, Vodka could not help sighing and shaking his head pityingly:
What was the point of running so fast?
Wouldn't he just return to the scene for one reason or another afterward? Then, after a round of hoarse arguing and nerve-racking acting, he would be shamefully dragged out by Uzo for a review, finally collapsing to his knees in tears and repenting for his life...
Thinking of the fates of all those previous criminals, Vodka gradually lost interest in the black shadow. As Uzo's nominal accomplice, he knew far too much and no longer had the feelings a normal audience member should have.
Besides, he truly did not want to watch Uzo's dramas. The twists of love, hatred, and vengeance were indeed complicated, but to Vodka, they inevitably carried a sense of mourning for one's own kind. They made him unhappy—after all, watching a horror movie was one