Soon, the two people who had been muttering to each other stopped talking and turned to look at Vodka.
The security guard scratched his head and said, "The middle of the night is exactly when people are most likely to be half-asleep. Could you have seen it wrong?"
Vodka: "..." How could I have seen that wrong! So what if there's no blood and no body? The culprit must've used some trick to clean up the scene—after living in Tokyo all these years, you don't even have that much deductive ability?
Just then, with a police siren cutting through the night, a police car hurried over.
Vodka's eyes lit up. "Even if the blood visible to the naked eye was wiped away, there'll definitely be traces left where the pool of blood was—hurry and use that, what's it called, that Luminol Reagent. You'll definitely find clues!"
At the insistence of a certain eyewitness, the police yawned and helplessly carried out a round of testing.
However, very regrettably, the ground was perfectly clean, and they found nothing at all.
Vodka looked left and right over the crime scene in disbelief. "..." H-How could it be?!
"I can't really have been driven into some kind of persecutory delusion by that bastard Uzo, right?"
Vodka briefly started to doubt himself, but the moment he thought of "Uzo," it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him, and he instantly sobered up. "No, impossible. All of this has to be one of Uzo's tricks!"
...However, knowing it in his heart was one thing; he was unable to say those words to the others.
And so, in the end, under Vodka's hesitant gaze, everyone went their separate ways: the police and the security guard each left, while the nurse