Compared with the horrifying prelude, Vodka felt that this And Then There Were None incident was far too childish—though he had been ambushed repeatedly and the danger had been no lower than on a mission, perhaps because too many children had gotten mixed up in it, everything that had happened today felt like a playing house game that was frightening but ultimately harmless.
Uzo couldn't possibly have specifically dragged Vermouth and me here just to put his Children's Guerrilla Group through field training, could he? Vodka thought it over and over, but something still felt wrong. It'd be great if that were all it was. But if it isn't...
Amid his unease, a contingent of police arrived from Tokyo.
Half a year ago, if Vodka had seen carloads of police rushing toward him, he might have been running for his life while shouting, "Big Brother, save me!"
But now, watching the wailing police cars, Vodka's heart was as still as dead water. He even managed a smile when Inspector Megure got out of the car and said, "Brother Yamada, you're here again," then shook the officer's hand amicably.
After the greeting, Vodka looked at the hand that had touched a police officer and let out a long sigh inwardly: "..." What exactly had Uzo done to an honest, law-abiding Organization Cadre like him?
The police looked around and found that the Telephone Lines to both Villas had indeed been cut. But since no one had been harmed and the culprit had vanished without a trace, all they could do was try to find the person Vodka had bumped into last night before leaving empty-handed—if Mouri Ran had not been the one to call the police, and if Jiang Xia had not been here, Inspector Megure probably would not have