After the false alarm, Jiang Xia and Hattori Heiji entered the small warehouse and quickly found a bag of flour.
Hattori Heiji pawed at the heavy flour sack, still shaken as he said to Jiang Xia, "Do you think there could be poison in here?"
Jiang Xia said, "The packaging is intact. Probably not."
Hattori Heiji eyed the flour suspiciously, but for the moment he could not find anything wrong with it, so he had no choice but to hoist it up and carry it back to the dining room.
In the dining room, Vodka saw them return so quickly, and his expression turned somewhat complicated.
Jiang Xia glanced at him, genuinely unable to guess what was going through this bucket of ice cream's mind. But perhaps because he had been coming into contact with all sorts of ordinary citizens lately, Vodka's output had grown much higher than before. Jiang Xia found this colleague more and more pleasing to the eye, so when their gazes met, he smiled at Vodka as a show of friendliness.
Vodka's eye twitched, and he whipped his head away.
The tour guide received the flour and, under Hattori Heiji's suspicious watch, tremblingly finished making the meal.
After everyone ate, they each went about their own business, idly repeating the days they had spent over the past two days.
Vodka looked around and found a corner that was low-profile without being isolated from the group. He happily walked over and sat down. Just as he settled in, the sofa beside him sank, and someone sat down next to him with complete naturalness.
Vodka: "..."
Jiang Xia said, "How's your foot?"
Only then did Vodka remember that not long ago he had just "sprained his ankle." He was about to put on a pained expression, but