Vodka lowered his head to look at his phone screen.
The next instant, a hellish fire scene crashed into view—this was a photo taken in the airport terminal. Beyond the french window, the ground was littered with vehicle wreckage, and there was even the wreckage of an airplane, engulfed in roaring flames.
Vodka: "???"
Plane wreckage = air crash = And Then There Were None, so...
Uzo was dead?!!
The thought flashed through his mind. Holding his phone, Vodka froze where he stood.
Originally, after seeing news over the past few days about "'unlucky passersby' getting hit one after another," as well as "someone collapsing on the street outside a London theater" last night, he had thought that guy Irish was beyond hope.
Who would have thought the situation would turn around so suddenly?
Like a coach who had already despaired, only to see his team, which had been trailing badly, score ten goals in a row and pull off a narrow comeback, Vodka felt as though he were dreaming.
It took him a long while to recover from that dreamlike scene. Excited, he threw several punches into the air—if it were not so late and quiet here, and if shouting would not draw attention, he would have wanted to cheer at the sky and share his joy with the whole world.
Just then, Gin's voice suddenly sounded behind him. "What's got you so happy?"
"!" Vodka jumped, instantly returning to normal. "B-Big Brother! Are you done with your business?"
Gin glanced at Vodka's phone screen. He had originally assumed some idol had announced a career change into porn, but on closer inspection, the photo on the phone was actually a scene straight out of a disaster movie.
Gin's gaze paused. He immediately realized that Vodka's happiness might have a