When Vermouth heard the news, she furrowed her brows. Vodka probably would not lie about this, but on the other hand, Uzo would never make such a blunder for no reason.
...Wait, a blunder?
Vermouth: "..." Come to think of it, from the perspective of the three of them—Organization Cadres who knew that Jiang Xia was Uzo—this string of cases was indeed conspicuous.
But on the other hand, "there are many Murder Cases around the Great Detective" had practically become common knowledge throughout the world—after all, if one never encountered Murder Cases and had no cases to solve, then no matter how talented they were, it would be difficult for them to become a Great Detective.
And although London usually had few Murder Cases, other cases were not uncommon. Even if Uzo only killed Tokyo residents in London, those troublesome police or other agencies would find it hard to suspect Jiang Xia for no reason.
...In other words, aside from people who knew Uzo personally, only those who knew of Uzo's existence and clearly knew that Uzo was at the crime scene could possibly pay attention to this news and glimpse traces of Uzo within it.
Vermouth: "..." Hm? The more she thought about it, the more it seemed less like a blunder and more like a precisely targeted fishing operation.
As she pondered, she took out her phone. Her slender fingertips tapped across the screen, and she quickly found the case Vodka had just mentioned.
Naturally, the case report included some photos from the scene.
Vermouth's gaze swept over them. Then her emerald-green eyes suddenly paused, settling on one of the pictures.
Vermouth: "..." Why did the figure in the corner look so much like Irish? And now that she thought of it, Irish really had been in London