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 slightly bored.
He recalled the opening video Vodka had edited from the live broadcast. With nothing better to do, he decided to message a colleague and strengthen their bond:
[By the way, do you know who that lucky mascot was—the one in a mascot costume who got to shake hands and hug Miss Yoko, and could get photos and autographs whenever he wanted during yesterday's live broadcast opening?]
Inside a black vehicle on the other end.
Vodka glanced down at the email and let out a cold sneer.
Heh, you think you can provoke me and stir up my anger like this? I...
Damn it, I really was a little angry!
Vodka: "..." Damn Uzo. Hopefully, when that guy casually accepted snacks handed over by suspects, he would 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 brooding 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 days. If someone else had applied to be the mascot, they would be receiving the same treatment right now. Sigh, what a pity.]
Vodka: "..."
Heh, stupid Uzo. Did he think Vodka would fall for such an 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 if Bourbon could do it, why couldn't I? It was just putting on a hood and saying a few stupid supportive lines...