Vodka stared at the report, turning it over and over for a long time, unable to make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.
"Could it be that Dr. Heishan really wasn't the one who drugged me, and someone released poison into the air instead?" His expression turned grave, then he relaxed slightly. "But that would actually be better—now that Takagi is beside me, that person can't use the same trick again. Otherwise, if both a police officer and I fell asleep at the same time, even a pig would know there was really something wrong with the air here."
"But then again, what was that guy's purpose in knocking me out? Could it be that he simply didn't want anyone witnessing the crime scene, so he wanted me to sleep more deeply, but didn't expect me to be so strong that I woke up early? "Tsk, that doesn't seem right either. If that were the case, couldn't he just draw the curtains and kill someone... Damn it, what the hell is going on?!"
As Vodka brooded irritably.
At the door, Dr. Heishan, who had come by on rounds, glanced over the report and smiled silently.
He quickly composed his expression and entered as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Yamada, how are you feeling today?"
Time flew by. After a useless investigation and an equally useless diagnosis, night fell again.
With Officer Takagi around, Vodka no longer had to worry about his meals. Although yesterday's incident with those Bank Robbers had taught him that Tokyo Police officers were not exactly trustworthy, he had his own clever solution—he had specifically picked out several well-known brands of instant food and asked Officer Takagi to buy them from a nearby Supermarket.
Whether it was because his caution had worked or