Like Gin, Vodka had received an email attachment featuring a "strange man fated to cross paths with him." The man was powerfully built and looked like he had undergone rigorous training.
But no matter how powerfully built he was, it was useless now. The corpse in the photo floated miserably in a bathtub, the blood flowing from his head staining an entire tub of water red. He looked dead beyond doubt.
There was also a note from Uzo below:
[While looking through some files, I suddenly came across this commemorative photo saved on my phone, so I thought I'd send it to you. I'd originally wanted to find a chance to take a photo with this Mr. Inozuka Taro, but unfortunately, he died too soon.
[Aside from the forensic pathologist's autopsy, this should be the last photo he left in this world—you two really give off a similar impression. Make sure you don't follow in his footsteps.]
Even through the screen, Vodka felt as though a heavy blow of malice had struck him head-on.
He could not help reporting, "Big Brother! He actually said I was fated to cross paths with a dead man, and even sent me this kind of photo. Th-this is contempt and provocation toward the organization! He's cursing me! Maybe this is actually a murder threat!"
Gin was annoyed by his noise. "Shut up. Are you an elementary school student who found a Cockroach stuffed into his schoolbag?"
Sending photos like this to ordinary people did count as intimidation, but Vodka was making such a fuss over it despite having handled plenty of corpses himself. "Looks like you've been too idle at work lately."
"..."
Vodka's heart skipped a beat. After pondering those words, he suddenly worried that Gin would assign him some cleanup work, and