Jodie: "..." Though, thinking carefully, it actually hadn't been that long since then, compared to the way she'd been tangled up in cases before, her life now was so peaceful it was almost unsettling.
"Could our new policy really be working?"
Jodie muttered to herself, "As long as we don't actively provoke Uzo, he won't create those terrifying, death-at-every-step scenarios for us... Was Uzo actually this easy to talk to?
"Speaking of which, we made such a huge show of specifically investigating him before, yet he didn't hold a grudge at all. Those murder cases stopped just like that. It really is surprising. I'm getting more and more curious what kind of person his true identity really is... Though maybe after we withdrew, he had trouble accurately tracking the FBI's movements, so he had no choice but to stop?"
While one FBI agent was earnestly trying to figure out her opponent.
Beside her, "Dr. Araide," who had listened to her chatter the whole way, was also secretly lost in thought over roughly the same thing.
"This group of clingy FBI finally remembered to do some serious business." Vermouth hadn't been annoyed by Jodie like this for a while. Now that things had returned to their previous state, she couldn't help but sigh secretly in disappointment.
However, as an organization cadre with extraordinary ability to act, the Thousand-Faced Witch soon refocused her attention on her true target. "In that case, I should speed things up too."
"Cool Guy's identity has already been confirmed. Can that runaway stray cat be far away?" Wearing the gentle exterior of a male school doctor, Vermouth pushed the non-prescription glasses on the bridge of her nose, a cold light flashing in her eyes. "I already have a general idea where Sherry's true identity is, but..."
But