Though he had plenty of complaints, they were already here. With nothing better to do, Vodka picked up the Binoculars again and boredly swept his view back and forth.
Suddenly, a moving shadow caught his attention.
"!" Startled, he whispered to Calvados beside him, "There's someone in the mountains!"
Calvados froze for a moment, then pulled his gaze away from the café and turned his scope toward where Vodka was pointing.
Sure enough, on a dark green path trampled out by footsteps, a figure wrapped in a coat was strolling along casually.
Before long, the person stopped and sat down on a Rattan Swing ahead.
More than a Swing, it resembled a swaying lounge chair. A canopy stretched over its top, and anyone sitting there could overlook the farmland below the mountain.
Blocked by the Sunshade, Calvados could no longer see the person's face. But after recalling what he had seen on the road earlier and comparing the details...
His expression darkened slightly. "It's Chizo Ogura."
Why was this silencing target not in the café, but wandering outside alone?
Vodka caught the question in his tone and rubbed his chin. "Maybe he's hiding from guests. That guy's recently caught the attention of the police in Tokyo, and he's like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring—while he was hiding out in the mountains, a whole group of guests suddenly came rumbling in. Of course he wouldn't want to stay indoors."
—Making use of a criminal's fear to herd them into a designated area, thereby arranging their positions on the stage. That's one of Uzo's schemes too. Take note, take note.
Beside him, Calvados had no idea that his colleague was secretly taking notes in his head. Learning that the target had run out alone, he sneered, pleased