The moment he thought of that possibility, Vodka's gaze couldn't help turning murderous.
But then he thought about Vermouth's abilities and identity, and one Organization worker took a deep breath, skillfully calming himself down.
"Forget it. It's not like this is the first time all sorts of people have used me as a shield against a gun barrel." Vodka washed his hands with a loud rush of water, hoping his troubles would be washed away with the flow. He silently comforted himself in his heart:
"And if I think about it rationally, using Uzo as a source of disaster and directing him toward me... does that idiot Vermouth really think she'll get anything good out of it?
"If I'm the one who suffers, then before disaster strikes, I'll definitely drag that woman into it too. She can forget about staying idle!"
After coldly making that decision, Vodka's ears suddenly twitched. He heard a burst of messy footsteps at the restroom entrance.
He glanced over with his peripheral vision and saw several ghosts coming over. Vodka's eye twitched. He had absolutely no desire to talk to them, so he buried his head in front of the sink and pretended he hadn't seen anything.
"So you were here! Where are the other two?"
Mouri Kogoro asked, but his attention was quickly drawn to their surroundings. He clicked his tongue in amazement. "This restroom really fits the theme too well. It's all gloomy, there are cobwebs everywhere, and even the mirror's shattered like this."
Medusa walked around. "And it's a unisex restroom too—but that makes sense. Everyone who boarded today is a demon, a monster, or a ghost. Monsters don't need to be separated by gender."
When Mouri Kogoro heard the first half, his eyes lit up. But when he heard the second