Meanwhile, Suzuki Sonoko also noticed the little brat's movements.
She followed Conan's gaze down at their feet in confusion. "What's wrong? Why are you staring at the floor? Did you drop something?"
Conan jolted in fright. "..." Shut up! Is that something you can say? What if Vodka notices?!
...But thankfully, he was just an innocent child. It was perfectly normal for a kid to be interested in things on the ground.
Conan opened his mouth and blurted out, "Look, Sonoko, the pattern on this floor mat is so pretty! The driver must have great taste!"
Vodka: "..." Tch. Getting praised by this brat was seriously bad luck. He would burn the floor mat tomorrow.
As he warily watched Conan's every move, sweet, fragrant vanilla ice cream-scented killing intent fizzed around him.
And some distance behind them, the driver of another car was generously giving off the same kind of killing intent.
Jiang Xia looked ahead, then behind, resting a hand on the car window as he comfortably narrowed his eyes. What a wonderful day. Calling Vodka in as the driver was definitely the right choice—if Akai Shuichi had given them a ride instead, Vodka would have turned around and fled. Then all he could have picked up would be some Gin-style Alcohol-flavored Killing Intent, plus a tiny bit of Colorless Killing Intent that occasionally surfaced.
But keeping Vodka around like this meant double the happiness... As expected, sometimes choices were just as important as effort.
Jiang Xia wiggled his fingers, feeling that he ought to be holding a successful businessman's wineglass, filled with rich, mellow red wine... Unfortunately, Vodka's car was not stocked with such things.
He could only lower his hand regretfully, poking the Ghosts and reminding them not to miss this excellent opportunity and to work hard.