A scriptwriter devastated by failure was dejectedly escorted into a police car.
Calvados watched his retreating figure, then looked toward the Hunting Management Center. Stroking his chin, he fell into thought.
In the corner behind Calvados, Conan followed his gaze toward the Hunting Management Center, then looked at him and stroked his own chin, equally lost in thought.
Unlike those two silent men, Yamamura Misao happily saved the recording of the solved case while reluctantly waving goodbye to his idol.
Watching him, Vermouth suddenly had an idea.
Before long, Vodka's phone buzzed all the way in Tokyo. He had received a message.
Vermouth: [I have a recording of Uzo solving the case. Want it?]
Vodka replied instantly: [Send it.]
Vermouth leisurely sent a number: [1]
Vodka: "..."
He knew that black-hearted woman would not be so generous! She actually wanted one Uzo Coin in exchange for the footage.
As the sole manufacturer of Uzo Coins, Vodka had originally intended to be magnanimous and send her one. But before he could act, he suddenly came to his senses and stopped.
"No."
The wary Organization Cadre pushed up his sunglasses and considered it carefully. "Synchronizing a case to the Passerby Mutual Aid Association earns one Uzo Coin, and providing me with on-site footage also earns one Uzo Coin... If things really turn out like that, who would still actively synchronize cases?"
"We can't set this precedent." Vodka snorted and coldly rejected Vermouth's offer. "The news will cover the case anyway. I have no use for that kind of recording. Besides..."
Vodka exited the messaging interface and tapped on the keyboard.
Before long, he looked at the file on his screen and quietly revealed a sinister smile.
"Heh, I knew that Gunma Prefecture cop wouldn't pass up the chance to keep that