Not long after, Gin received a reply.
[Didn't know. I just came to attend the evening banquet and, by the way, look at some stars. Who knew that reporter would suddenly die? So he was one of the organization's targets?] [I also want to know where the other target is. Let me know when you find him.]
Gin: "..."
It was an infuriating answer.
...But it was entirely within his expectations.
Gin smoothly skipped the step where he got angry and looked over the reply. The first half could be ignored outright. As for the second half...
He did not believe it at all.
When Uzo killed, he had always liked killing a string of people at once. Since the drug dealer at the banquet venue had already caught his eye, the other drug dealer who knew the deceased should not be far away either.
"Still, how did Uzo come into contact with the organization's targets?"
This question flashed through his mind again, and in the next instant, Vodka's figure appeared in Gin's thoughts.
—If he remembered correctly, that guy had had some contact with Uzo recently. If he had inadvertently leaked something... then everything made sense.
In addition, there was also an extremely small possibility that when Uzo was choosing actors and props, he had just happened to pick the organization's target: that overly energetic young cadre had always liked using these brutal criminals for practice. Compared to ordinary people, such types could clearly satisfy his interests more—just as a true hunter never liked chasing rabbits every day, but was instead more enthusiastic about hunting jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards.
Thinking of Uzo's past achievements, Gin silently pressed his temple.
—As a "great detective of justice" and "good helper of the police," before he fully grew up, the organization