Conan and Kinoshita Yoko were leaning over the one-way mirror, intently studying the suspect in the interrogation room.
Jiang Xia stood beside them, feeling a little bored.
He recalled the live broadcast opening video Vodka had edited earlier. With nothing better to do, he decided to send a message to a colleague to strengthen their bond:
[By the way, do you know who that lucky mascot was at the start of yesterday's live broadcast? The one in the mascot costume who shook hands and hugged Miss Yoko, and could get photos and autographs whenever he wanted.]
Elsewhere, inside a black vehicle.
Vodka lowered his head to glance at the email and let out a cold laugh.
Heh, does he think he can stir up my emotions and provoke my anger like this? I...
Damn it, I really am a little angry!
Vodka: "..." Damn Uzo. Hopefully, when that guy casually accepts snacks handed over by suspects, he'll get poisoned to death by some sudden poison.
...Come to think of it, who exactly was that mascot?
If he couldn't deal with Uzo, couldn't he deal with that guy instead?!
Just as he was thinking viciously, Jiang Xia's next email arrived:
[It was Bourbon. As long as he wants to, he can come work with Miss Yoko anytime these next few days. If anyone else had applied to be the mascot, they'd be getting the same treatment right now. Sigh, what a shame.]
Vodka: "..."
Heh, stupid Uzo. Did he think I'd fall for such obvious provocation? Going on a live broadcast was so dangerous. Other than Bourbon, who had been set up, only an idiot of an executive would do it.
Vodka: "..." But Bourbon can do it, so why can't I? It's just putting on a mascot head and saying