Under the blazing gaze of her "superior," Vermouth briefly felt the urge to give him a bullet and peacefully send this suddenly appearing nuisance on his way.
But the police were nearby, and she did not have a gun on her... Reason swiftly overcame the Killing Intent in her heart. In the end, Vermouth merely wore the waiter's face and said respectfully, "I'll go right away."
Then she was forced to turn around and leave.
...Of course, this fake employee did not actually go work at that restaurant.
Once she had left President Shirakawa's sight, Vermouth stopped.
She was about to turn back when something occurred to her. She lowered her head to look at her uniform and began to think.
"That annoying president manages an entire building, so it's normal that he wouldn't recognize the restaurant staff. But if I remember correctly, his son is nearby too..."
Walking around in this uniform seemed likely to cause trouble.
Vermouth sighed. "I'd better go to the car and get a coat to cover it up."
Suzuki Sonoko and Mouri Ran were still standing beside the body, trying their best to grasp that elusive flash of inspiration.
Conan rested his chin on his hand and thought along with them. "Speaking of things that seem off, the second victim looks a little strange too."
"Hm?" Inspector Megure was always alert for clues from his little brothers. Although Suzuki Sonoko's ghost-based deduction had made the corner of his eye twitch just now, upon hearing more information related to the case, he still stubbornly leaned closer. "What's strange about her?"
Holding the three photographs, Conan pinched his voice into that of a child and subtly prompted them. "I remember Officer Sato saying that the second victim was attacked in a park late at night,