Curacao stared at the screen in silence for a moment, barely suppressing the urge to draw her gun.
She silently wiped the cola off her hands, turned off the movie, then switched on the lights and wrapped herself in a blanket as she walked over to the movie storage boxes.
Very quickly, with hands moving faster than when she sorted documents at work, she pulled out every film related to Detective stories and deduction, tossing them into a bag beside her to be packed up and thrown away.
After thinking it over, she pulled out all of Kinoshita Yoko's films as well and packed them together.
"Is this guy a Cockroach? How is he everywhere? Even movies have been invaded by him." Curacao looked at the storage box, now half empty in an instant, and sighed soundlessly. "There's no guarantee he hasn't made cameos in the rest either... Looks like I need a new hobby."
After all, hobbies were meant for entertainment and relaxation, not for repeatedly watching the culprit behind her worsening mood when she was already in a terrible mood.
Curacao tossed the chips onto the table, found a cloth to cover the cola she had crushed earlier, and planned to have someone clean it up tomorrow.
Then she abandoned her plan to entertain herself all night, took another shower, and returned to her bedroom to sleep, thoroughly uninterested.
After sleeping for a few minutes, she suddenly shot upright in bed.
"Almost forgot, I still need to deal with that Canary the troublemaker picked up." Faint dark circles appeared beneath Curacao's eyes. She grabbed her phone, typed up an email, and sent it.
At the same time, she couldn't help muttering to herself, *Could Uzo be using this to subtly express his dissatisfaction over Hashimoto Maya not