As he pondered, Mouri Kogoro's voice drifted up from below. "If you're going to deduce something, then deduce it. Why disguise yourself as that brat from the Kudo Residence?"
Hattori Heiji glanced at the crowd on the deck from the corner of his eye, trying to guess which of them might be an informant for the Black Organization, while explaining with an awkward laugh, "I just haven't seen him around lately. I figured if I disguised myself as Kudo and deduced things using his appearance, that competitive guy might not be able to resist showing himself—but there's been no reaction at all. Looks like he might really have been killed, just like the rumors said. Ahaha."
"Watch your mouth." Mouri Kogoro snorted. "You brats really are asking for a beating, one worse than the last."
While Hattori Heiji put on his act atop the Lookout, Vodka was also conducting a storm of thoughts beneath it.
That dark-skinned high schooler can disguise himself as the already dead Kudo Shinichi... Was this Vermouth's doing? Vodka could not make sense of it. Does that mean Vermouth and Uzo aren't enemies at all, but allies?
If that's the case, then the task Brother Gin just gave me will be easy to complete... But could it really be that simple?
With Vermouth's terrible play and stiff manipulation, it's hard to imagine Uzo had a hand in what's happening on this ship... What exactly are those two cunning bastards plotting?
Vodka pushed up the Monocle on the bridge of his nose and began to contemplate this immense problem.
In the distance, at the pier.
Vermouth waited for Uzo's so-called "gift" while fending off Bourbon's irritating probing.
Then she suddenly sensed something and turned to look in the other direction.
—A taxi stopped ten meters away.