Since she had formed an increasingly clear suspicion, the next step was naturally to place her bet accordingly.
So before betting closed, Curacao rubbed her phone screen and began pondering another important question.
—How much should she bet?
For a moment, as she looked at the gleaming silver coins in the display cabinet, she felt the urge to wager all her coins and scoop up everyone else's.
But remembering those hard days when she had constantly swung between having nothing and having only one coin, Curacao hesitated for a moment before ultimately not daring to go all in.
"Three... no, two." After thinking it over, she slowly pushed out two Uzo Coins. "There's an eighty percent chance the killer is the person I suspect, but wealth accumulated bit by bit is more enjoyable. Getting rich overnight can sometimes only make people lose their way."
Having solemnly completed this life decision, Curacao looked away and turned back to the surveillance footage Vodka had stolen.
More precisely, she looked at the tall, dark-skinned fisherman.
"You'd better not disappoint me."
In the surveillance footage.
The three fishermen had no idea that such strange hopes had been placed upon them.
They finished the remaining food and wine on the table. When Aramaki Yoshikazu still failed to appear, they rolled up their sleeves and prepared to go to his house to settle the score.
"They're leaving already?"
Suzuki Sonoko craned her neck to watch them head out, then looked back at the cold leftovers on the neighboring table, disappointment written across her face. "We waited from seven until now, and it's ending just like that... What should we do? Should we follow them and take a look?"
"Follow them for what?" Mouri Kogoro interrupted while picking his teeth. "If they start fighting and you