A few minutes earlier.
As Vodka moved through the hospital, he quickly noticed the little brat following behind him—not because his observation skills had improved much, but because he knew the kid would be unable to resist following him and looking for a chance to torment him.
"Hmph, just because Uzo has your back, you dare act so disrespectfully toward me? Looks like you're asking for a lesson—do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Thinking this, Vodka slipped into a corridor, quickly circled around behind him, and when Conan came rushing over, grabbed him by the scruff and ruthlessly... stuffed him into a Cleaning Cart in the corner.
By the time the little short-legged brat finally pushed open the lid and crawled out, Vodka had already dusted off his sleeves and vanished from sight.
—Normally, he would still have had the leisure to maintain Mr. Yamada's proper image and spar with the brat for a while.
But now, Vodka only wanted to leave this ghost of a place as soon as possible.
He arrived at where he had parked, rapidly inspected his vehicle, and looked around in all directions as he did so.
Only after finding nothing unusual did Vodka get in and drive away.
...Then he turned through several intersections and looped back to where he had started.
After furtively inspecting the surroundings and confirming that nothing was still out of the ordinary and that every car remained where it had been, Vodka set off again and sped away.
Two minutes after he left.
A car slowly pulled out and quietly headed in the direction Vodka had gone.
Inside, Akai Shuichi recalled the Organization Cadre's actions just now and felt rather surprised.
"Since when did this guy become so cautious?" He tapped his fingers against the steering