Vodka looked at the Riddler putting on airs. His face remained tense, but inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Even Organization Cadres aren't safe, but someone who knows Uzo exists is still far better than those disposable pawns who could suddenly go berserk at any moment.
Besides, Vermouth is also a member of the Passerby Mutual Aid Association. Though it doesn't seem like we've ever really helped each other... no matter what, we're still allies. Surely we won't stab each other in the back while facing Uzo together.
Thinking that, Vodka found Vermouth much more agreeable to look at.
At the same time, however, he could not help feeling a little confused.
She was just targeted so badly by Uzo, and now she's about to sit in the same room as him again... What on earth is Vermouth thinking? Vodka admired her but could not understand her. If it were me, I'd have already filed a report requesting a transfer out of Tokyo.
Beside him, Vermouth did not relax in the slightest upon seeing Vodka.
Compared with the idiot beside her, who knew what he was scheming about every day, her attention was clearly focused more on the other side.
When I came over just now, I actually saw Angel and Cool Guy...
Vermouth folded her arms, her fingertips silently tapping her elbow. She pursed her lips in thought. This is definitely more than a simple coincidence... What does that child want to do now?
In the commercial building next door.
Suzuki Sonoko picked up a handheld game console and was about to speak to Mouri Ran when she turned around and found Conan beside her looking unusually grave. He suddenly turned his head and sneezed—looking less like he was out shopping and more like he was on