Sekiguchi's Son was startled. "W-What robbers?"
"Those bank robbers, of course." Grandpa Sekiguchi looked baffled. "They robbed the bank where you work just last week, and you've already forgotten?"
Sekiguchi's Son gave a bitter smile. "There's been too much going on lately. I've been run ragged."
Grandpa Sekiguchi disapprovingly said, "Several of their accomplices are still at large—you may just be an ordinary employee, but you should still take this seriously. What if they get desperate and decide to retaliate against you?"
Seeing him about to launch into a lecture, Sekiguchi's Son hurriedly said, "How could they retaliate against me? I didn't do anything back then. I just hid under my desk and trembled—anyway, let's not talk about this. There are kids right here."
Vodka, who had quietly pricked up his ears to listen, thought, ...Heh, then you're seriously underestimating these "kids." They may have seen more cases than you've wet your pants.
Sure enough, the children showed no fear at all. The bespectacled brat at the front asked with great interest, "Mister, are you talking about that bank robbery from last week involving 100 million yen? I never expected you to be involved in the case—my social studies assignment for the weekend is to learn about it. Could you tell me the details?"
Vodka thought, ...He doesn't even bother drafting his lies. What elementary school would assign homework like that? Go fool a ghost with that line.
Yet someone really did fall for it. As soon as Grandpa Sekiguchi heard that it was for a child's homework, he immediately told them everything he knew.
"Although I never saw those robbers myself, based on my many years of watching the news, they were definitely a highly professional and somewhat organized group. Completely different from those small fry who jump at