Vodka said, "At the time, my head hurt from the collision, so I didn't think much of it. It wasn't until I just heard that a child had been kidnapped that I realized something was wrong—also, there was that flowerpot that fell from upstairs. Decorative flowerpots like that are usually placed on the ground. There was no way it could have inexplicably fallen out of a window and 'just happened' to nearly hit me. I think..."
Inspector Megure understood his implication. "The kidnapper thought you saw his face, so he tried to silence you!"
Vodka nodded at the police veteran. "Yeah!"
"Outrageous!" Inspector Megure flew into a rage. Someone actually dared to lay a hand on the younger brother of the younger brother he valued so highly. "Takagi, Kamikawa, stay with Mr. Yamada and protect him. Everyone else, search the hospital immediately—the person who threw that flowerpot may still be here. We can't let him get away!"
"Yes, sir!"
The officers immediately sprang into action. Officer Takagi and an honest-looking officer came over to Vodka's side.
Besides guarding him, they naturally had other work to do. Officer Takagi took out his notebook. "Mr. Yamada, do you remember when that person ran into you, or what he roughly looked like?"
Halfway through, Officer Takagi belatedly looked at Vodka, his gaze pausing briefly on his hospital gown. "Right, there's been so much going on that I forgot to ask—why are you hospitalized here?"
Vodka said, "..."
He had no desire to be treated as a psychiatric patient. Vodka cleared his throat and put on a righteous expression. "That's not important. Focus on the task at hand!"
"Understood!" Officer Takagi was deeply moved. The witness was being so cooperative; he couldn't hold them back. He asked again, "How much do you remember about