"Something's wrong," Vodka muttered to himself. "Good thing this isn't a bank. Otherwise, there'd definitely be a whole bunch of armed kidnappers hiding in the back of that delivery van."
"But a place like a hospital has its own safety issues too—what if the guy in the van is getting ready to attack the hospital, and he brought a whole truckload of bombs to take the doctor down with him?"
After weighing all the factors, Vodka didn't linger in the ward. He turned and went downstairs, heading to the landscaped courtyard the hospital had deliberately built.
"That way, even if the building gets blown up, I'll be able to dodge in time." Vodka crouched behind the lush plants and slowly revealed a faint smile. "And that little schemer will have to go meet Yama. God bless—let the bricks fall more toward where he is."
Conan went to the ward he had noted down last time, only to discover in shock that it was already empty.
"Um... nurse." The fake elementary school student once again activated his sweet-talking skill and tugged at a passing nurse. "Where did the uncle in this ward go? I have something I need to ask him."
Strictly speaking, he had some connection with Vodka and had met him a few times before. Now that he saw someone he knew was hospitalized, it could barely be explained as dropping by to visit.
The nurse thought for a moment. "That Mr. Yamada? He was transferred to another ward."
Conan's heart lurched, worried that he had already been exposed. "Why?"
The nurse: "..." That was a long story. That Mr. Yamada had complained that his ward was too far from the emergency exit, then complained that the curtains didn't block enough light, and later said there was a