Beside him, Vodka suddenly shuddered, keenly catching a trace of invisible danger.
Some instinct told him he ought to say something, so after thinking for a moment, Vodka uneasily decided to flatter him. "Big brother, you're not surprised at all. As expected of you—you know that brat's script inside and out!"
Gin: "..."
That had come out a little stiffly.
But it was the truth.
Besides, the conflict between Vodka and Uzo hadn't begun just yesterday...
Gin couldn't be bothered to pursue it any further. With his strength and status, he naturally had no need to watch Vodka's expression. He could punish him whenever he wanted, and of course he could chat for a few words whenever he felt like it.
Feeling inspired, Gin suddenly said, "Why do you think there were two birds locked in that birdcage in the banquet hall?"
"Birds?" Vodka thought for a moment before remembering that Gin was referring to the thought process Uzo had described while solving the case in the report... Come to think of it, Uzo had clearly concocted that case himself, yet he had the nerve to participate in solving it as a Detective. And he'd put on quite a convincing act too. Tch! Shameless!
After briefly spacing out, Vodka finally remembered Big Brother's question. He thought about it. "Because birds are usually sold in pairs?"
Gin's hand, holding his cigarette, paused. "..."
Vodka's breathing stopped along with it.
He secretly glanced at Gin and suddenly realized things were going badly. He had seen that expression before—it was like when Brother Gin wanted to discuss romance and philosophy, only to be abruptly interrupted by a phone call from a business partner reeking of money...
Vodka hurriedly changed his answer, trying his best to cater to Gin's preferred style. "Uzo... it must