He was looking around with a touch of melancholy when, all of a sudden, though there was clearly a skeleton mask between them, Vodka felt as if the black-robed guy had smiled at him.
"..."
Vodka yanked his gaze back as if he had been electrocuted. But in that very instant, he suddenly noticed something else and hurriedly shifted his eyes back again. "..." He always felt that just now, he seemed to have seen a familiar mustache... wait, Mouri Kogoro?!
What was this guy doing here!!
"C-calm down!" A thought vaguely surfaced in Vodka's mind, but he quickly pressed it down.
He took a deep breath and secretly comforted himself. "Uzo has tons of minions. Among them, this Mouri Kogoro actually hasn't had that much contact with him.
"Compared to that, Vermouth's attention on that mustache is clearly even greater—according to the mole on the cops' side, a while ago, the Metropolitan Police Department mysteriously lost a file related to Mouri Kogoro.
"Although the cops are a bit useless, how many people in all of Tokyo could steal files from a place that crowded and complicated without leaving a trace?"
After a burst of rapid thinking, Vodka nodded hard. No mistake. Mouri Kogoro's appearance here had to be because of Vermouth. As for that guy beside him who made people's backs crawl... he didn't recognize him, didn't know him!
Thinking this, Vodka backed away a few steps. After leaving that line of sight coming from diagonally below, he carefully took a detour, intending to follow the gangway, slip off the cruise ship, floor the gas pedal, and return to Tokyo, back to the safe little nest he had painstakingly built.
However, before taking that first step to flee, Mr. Vodka, whose memory was still passable, remembered that this was