The thought flashed through Vodka's mind, and he himself was startled by it. He quickly took a deep breath and forced down those jumbled thoughts.
"Don't overthink it. If this keeps up, I really will end up with persecutory delusion... Think carefully. This woman's traits don't prove anything."
Vodka pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and presented the rational evidence. "There are plenty of good-looking people who talk a lot. They can't all be connected to Uzo—take that guy onstage, for example. He fits the bill too, and isn't he still perfectly fine? I must be overthinking it."
He took several deep breaths and finally pressed some terrifying speculations back down into the depths of his heart.
The one feeling his heart pound with alarm was not only a certain organization cadre who had happened to pass by.
Below the stage, Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko watched the female assistants forcefully stabbing the birdcage with sharp spikes, and couldn't help raising their hands to cover their eyes. "C-can he really escape from that?"
"If it's performed strictly according to the specific method, then in theory, of course he can." Jiang Xia seemed to remember something and sighed worriedly.
"But after the magic exhibition last time, I read a research report. The grander an escape magic act is, the higher the chance of an accident—aging equipment, the magician's fatigue and distraction, an assistant's carelessness or betrayal... It's hard for people to be as precise as machines. As long as anything goes wrong in any one step, it could bring a catastrophic disaster to those poor magicians on the stage."
Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko looked at the huge birdcage onstage, pierced through by countless spikes, and their little faces turned pale. "Then..."
Jiang Xia changed tack.