Vodka: "..." Although all Big Brother had to do was ask if he wanted to know something, the feeling of gaining Virtual Currency was undeniably pleasant... Decision made. This was how he would do it!
But just as he was about to place his bet, a new problem arose.
The murder weapon and the victim had already been settled. Now only the killer remained... So who was the killer?
Vodka connected the Ice Rink's few surveillance cameras to the program, then stroked his chin and sank into thought like a Detective.
Amusement park.
The Ordinary Citizens happily skating were unaware of the organization members watching from behind the scenes.
Only Jodie shifted uncomfortably, feeling that something was off but unable to figure out why.
Vermouth adjusted her glasses, more than happy to expose this FBI agent to the organization's surveillance. Of course, that came with a small problem—she had to keep Cool Guy from exposing his identity in front of the organization.
But...
Vermouth glanced at Conan, who could only keep yelping and pretending not to know how to skate in order to maintain his lie, and felt slightly reassured. It was not a big problem. Besides, the more often people saw this childlike side of him, the more easily they would be left with the impression that he was a real child, making it harder for him to reveal any flaws in future encounters.
When Conan could no longer keep up the act, she would find a way to take him out of the surveillance range.
Conan noticed the intent gaze behind him and turned around in confusion, seeing Jodie looking in his direction.
Conan: "..." What was that suspicious foreign teacher doing again?
Jodie stared at him. "...?"
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