It was an utterly ordinary sentence in plain electronic font, yet Curacao somehow saw a trace of barely concealed panic and doubt in those words.
As if she could see Vodka's expression from afar, Curacao's eyelid twitched, and she could not help falling silent.
...Was it really that hard to guess?
Who else would constantly use surveillance to spy on Jiang Xia besides you, the founder of the Passerby Mutual Aid Association?
Even if someone else had installed the camera, a guy who was practically a superfan would probably squeeze into the feed and claim a place among the peepers.
"Besides, although Jiang Xia controlled his expression well just now, anyone familiar with Uzo could tell at a glance from the delight radiating from his heart that he was definitely tormenting a colleague again..."
For a brief moment, Curacao felt a bit of kinship with Vodka—being away from home, if this toy Uzo liked had not been there to draw some of the fire, her night would never have been so peaceful.
In short, with all those factors combined, when she heard that the police were using the surveillance in the room to search for the person on the other end of the network, Vodka's face instantly popped into Curacao's mind.
So she decisively sent Vodka that message, taking a shot in the dark—if the person behind the surveillance was not Vodka, then broadly speaking, any intelligence related to Uzo was "life-or-death information" to Vodka. She had merely exaggerated a little.
And if it was... then, just like now, she would gain some extra Uzo Coins and, incidentally, Vodka's gratitude.
Curacao: "..." Fine, because certain people seemed to have Persecutory Delusion, the latter goal had not been achieved. Still, overall, she was fairly satisfied with tonight's gains.
But...
Briefly replaying