"The puncture marks are still fresh. It must have happened not long ago, but there aren't any footprints in the snow..." Curacao took out a miniature pair of Binoculars and looked toward her car. Frowning, she muttered, "How did they do this?"
Leaving no traces in the snow while puncturing a tire without making too much noise was probably no easier than committing murder in the snow... As expected of Uzo. To keep the innocent actors on the stage, he had casually used a method that could keep the Tokyo Police thinking for ten years.
So now, should she force her way out, or give him some face and stay to see what happened?
After thinking it over for a while, Curacao finally slipped back from the window to the sofa as if nothing had happened and quietly returned to her seat.
—It was not that she feared the series of life-or-death trials Uzo might arrange if she escaped. Rather, Vermouth had already opened a betting pool, and as a member of the Passerby Mutual Aid Association, she seemed to need to take part as well.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Only by being caught up in the situation, like I am now, can I obtain more information and earn more currency. And only after saving up enough currency can I get detailed intelligence about Uzo from Vodka whenever I need it, so nothing like this happens again.
An Organization Cadre hypnotized herself while silently remaining where she was.
At the entrance hall of the Daimon Family estate.
Unlike the cramped entrances of ordinary homes, this one was spacious enough to resemble a lecture hall.
Daimon Yoshirō led the group through the courtyard, opened the door, and entered the entrance hall.
The moment he looked up, he saw two people