On the other side.
Just before Vodka went out, he could not help turning back to glare at the tour guide.
"That brat's in the service industry, at least. How could he be so careless and leave out supplies twice in a row?"
He suspiciously withdrew his gaze. "Either he's the culprit with some ulterior motive, or he's also figured out the pattern that once one person dies, we'll be safe for a while. So he wants to randomly sacrifice two unlucky people to keep himself safe."
"In any case, I'll remember this grudge! I can't deal with Uzo, but don't tell me I can't even—"
Thinking and thinking, Vodka suddenly slammed on the brakes. "Wait. Maybe that brat Uzo's goal is to use my grudges to guide me into doing something self-destructive."
"...I'll still remember the grudge, but as for revenge, forget it for now. I'm different from Uzo. I'm a thoughtful adult. I have to put safety first when I do things... Hmph. I won't lower myself to the level of those puppets."
As Vodka silently carried out the standardized production process of generating killing intent and shedding killing intent...
Beside him, Vermouth was also giving off sweet, apple-scented killing intent at an efficiency no lower than his.
Vermouth swept Vodka with her peripheral vision, thought of what this colleague had done just now, and secretly grew vigilant. "..." For no reason at all, how could this guy suddenly want to go get flour with Ran?
They clearly did not interact much normally... Could Vodka have already discovered the flaw in Cool Guy's identity and was now testing her?
If that was really the case...
The two people, each with their own thoughts, passed through the corridor and headed all the way toward the small warehouse.
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