Vodka: "..." Mouri Ran's position was out in the open, yet because she was nearby, she would not be instantly killed by the explosion. And among the Uzo Group, this high school girl was the only one who could still be considered kind... No matter how he looked at it, this was the best viewing spot!
Just as he was feeling slightly pleased with himself, something suddenly fell by his feet with a patter.
Vodka lowered his head in confusion and saw a thick autograph book. Mouri Ran was organizing the things in her shoulder bag, and when she reached to pull out a signing pen from the very bottom, she had accidentally dragged the book out with it.
Since it had fallen right at his feet, it seemed inappropriate not to help pick it up.
Vodka bent down and picked it up. As the pages fluttered, he suddenly saw some familiar names—names he often came across whenever he reviewed Jiang Xia's cases.
Vodka: "...?"
Wait, if he remembered correctly, weren't most of these people... dead?
His hands moved faster than his brain. Vodka instinctively flipped through it with a rustle. Immediately, more names of people who had met untimely ends, from old to recent, surged before his eyes like a tide.
Vodka: "..."
Vodka: "??!"
"Thank you!" At that moment, accompanied by a sweet voice, a seemingly soft little hand reached over from beside him and took the autograph book from his hand.
Mouri Ran lovingly held the autographs she had collected and brushed away any dust that might have gotten on them.
Seeing Vodka staring at the book, she smiled awkwardly. "There are American sports stars attending today's opening ceremony, right? Shinichi is a huge fan of one of them, so I wanted to get an autograph for