Curacao was, after all, an intelligence operative. She was no amateur when it came to mindset and mental reconstruction.
Very quickly, she reconstructed the scene from that time and reflected on it.
Then she slowly fell silent.
Curacao: "..." Honestly, even if she had noticed that scene at the time, it would have been hard for her to confirm that it was the signal for the stage to begin.
"Never mind how normal going to the restroom is," Curacao muttered to herself. "Even if I connected it to the incident, anyone who knew Uzo would only start wondering what the chances were that the person who went off alone would come back alive, and whether terrified screams from passersby discovering a corpse would soon come from the restroom."
"But looking at it another way, this is valuable experience—and exactly the time to break through the limits of my mindset."
Curacao nodded to herself. "Next time something similar happens, I'll immediately realize that a murderer is trying to frame someone, and then bet on the hardest murderer option. I should be able to earn quite a few Uzo Coins... Ahem, of course, the coins aren't important. What matters is honing my observation skills and improving my means of dealing with Uzo."
Elsewhere.
After changing his hiding place, Vodka immediately picked up his laptop again and reviewed what had just happened.
Then he silently broke out in a cold sweat. Luckily, whoever it was had wiped out the golf course's system completely. Otherwise, what if they traced his location in reverse...
Uh, though it probably would not have been a big deal.
Ever since the last time the betting started, Vodka had been paranoid, constantly worried that Uzo would discover his little program—and even more worried that Uzo would notice something