Vermouth clutched the edge of the blanket and stared at the ceiling, trying to decipher the expression Jiang Xia had worn earlier with ten times the concentration she had once used when practicing acting.
It was like he'd seen something interesting... Maybe today's scripted murderer had given him a good time? Some people enjoy high-quality living and service, so naturally, others like high-quality toys. This scripted murderer made quite a few mistakes too, but overall, they probably barely suited Uzo's tastes.
As she thought, she got out of bed and checked the doors, windows, and vents again. Only then did she cautiously return to bed and slowly drift into a dream that was anything but sweet.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, after breakfast at the inn, the group set off again.
Vermouth yawned as she gazed at the mountain road in the distance, torn over whether she should volunteer to drive again.
Just then, she saw Jiang Xia wave toward one side of the parking lot and ask helpfully, "Mr. Yamaguchi, what happened?"
Mr. Yamaguchi?
It took Vermouth a moment to realize he was calling Calvados. She instantly jolted awake, a terrible premonition flooding over her.
When she turned around, she discovered that aside from their group, there was someone else in the corner of the parking lot—Calvados was standing beside his car with a grim expression, and the vehicle was subtly slanted, one of its tires completely flat.
The innkeeper, who had come out to see the guests off, also looked in the direction Jiang Xia had greeted and spotted the awful sight.
"Oh dear, how did this happen?!" The innkeeper slapped his forehead in distress. "Who could have done this? There aren't any cameras in our parking lot..."
Officer Sato remembered the arrow that