"So that was it."
Inspector Otaki had handled too many murder cases lately. His mind had never been particularly quick, and now it was moving even more slowly.
Hearing Jiang Xia say that, he did not think much of it. When he looked at Vodka again, the suspicion in his eyes had vanished, leaving only a trace of disappointment. There were countless people on the streets weaker than this man in sunglasses; this clue was hardly useful. It would have been much easier if it were the other way around... Still, he could only note down the trait for now.
Vodka glanced over from the corner of his eye and noticed that the police officer's gaze had gradually shifted from deep suspicion to utter calm. Far from feeling relieved, he tensed up with a sharp sense of danger.
Vodka: "..." Uzo said he was not suspicious, and the police just believed it that easily.
...What if Uzo said he was suspicious instead?
As an Organization member, even merely being "suspected" carried the risk of being silenced—only, that method was too straightforward and lacked artistry, so Uzo rarely used it. But if one day Uzo abandoned his principles...
Vodka shuddered all over, as though he had already seen that terrifying future.
Silently adjusting his sunglasses, he decided that whenever he was alone in the future, he would stay as far away from Uzo as possible. Whenever he approached him, he would keep a close eye on Uzo's position and absolutely never let tonight's mistake happen again.
While Vodka silently filled in the gaps in his knowledge about Uzo,
beside him, in a scene utterly unlike the one in his mind, the detectives and police were still diligently solving the case.
Although the large group of witnesses who had been out