"So many paths?" The young woman froze. "Which one did they take?"
The middle-aged man sighed. "How would I know? But only one of these paths leads outside. Those kids who wandered in probably don't know the layout of this cave. We have a four-in-five chance of catching them—as long as we're not unbelievably unlucky, it shouldn't be a problem."
The young female assistant immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "You're so smart!"
The female writer gave a cold laugh. "Heh."
The middle-aged man cleared his throat. "All right, let's get to business." He looked at his wife, the recently somewhat famous female mystery writer. "You stay here and keep watch. We'll search the dead ends one by one."
The three quickly divided up the work and began searching the paths one after another.
Meanwhile, the three children and Vodka quietly felt their way deeper along the path they were on.
After walking inward for a while and finding a dead end, the three children looked utterly disappointed. "It doesn't go through."
Vodka: "..." Serves you right for running around!
Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko suddenly looked at him and hesitated. "Mister, did you know all along that this path was a dead end?"
"?!" Vodka's heart skipped a beat. "How could that be? I just thought that with a one-in-five chance, picking randomly makes it easy to choose the wrong path."
The three children: "..." But you were planning to pick a path at random just now too... Could this mister be incredibly lucky, with amazing instincts, and only trust the path he chose himself?
No one spoke after that. They carefully felt their way back toward the junction.
Peeking out quietly, they saw a figure seven or eight meters away sitting beside a Stone Pillar with a gun in hand. He