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Amid Haibara Ai's uneasy heartbeat, the taxi drove against the stream of people coming to join the fun, heading all the way toward the pier.
As the car drove farther away, on a nearby rooftop, a man in black silently withdrew his gaze. Gin was lost in thought. "..." Just what kind of game were Uzo's little brats playing?
Unfortunately, he had a mission right now. Otherwise, he really would have liked to follow and take a look.
Just as he was thinking, his gaze suddenly shifted, falling once more on the street below.
—After the taxi left, another car quietly started up and followed it.
Gin: "..."
Another new character?
He bent a finger and tapped the rooftop terrace, then instinctively picked up his phone, wanting to open the Passerby Mutual Aid Association that Vodka had cobbled together.
But obviously, since there were no message notifications, that meant no one was currently live broadcasting Uzo's recent situation.
"If I remember correctly, Uzo is on a boat right now, and that boat hasn't docked yet." Gin gave a cold snort. "The sea, the seaside factory, and the pier that car just left for... He's laid out the stage this wide. What exactly is he trying to do?"
If this were any other time, he might have gone over in person to take a look. But right now, with a mission on hand, Gin naturally would not let those boring stages distract his attention. He knew very well what his current objective was.
"Let him mess around. Anyway, there's an eighty percent chance it's aimed at Vermouth. That woman's been acting strangely lately. She really does need a warning." Gin thought of the two people who had both been abnormal recently, and vaguely guessed something.
He did not plan to