"..." Vermouth did not want to answer that question, because an airplane suddenly surfaced in her mind—the one Irish had unfortunately flown on when he returned from the United Kingdom and challenged Uzo.
The captain had been poisoned, lightning had struck the fuselage, the dashboard had malfunctioned, there had been an oil leak, and the airport had exploded... Every misfortune imaginable had somehow befallen that poor plane on the very same day. Even now, Vermouth had never fully figured out how Uzo had pulled it off.
And now it was her turn to fly. If she revealed her itinerary to Uzo...
After a moment of silence, Vermouth firmly rejected that future.
Looking at the Collapsible Baton in Jiang Xia's hand, she changed the subject and said stiffly, "Rather than my itinerary, you should be more concerned about what you're doing right now—don't forget that the organization forbids infighting."
"Infighting? If I remember correctly, I hit the floor just now, not you." The demon across from her sighed and said with apparent helplessness, "I only wanted to deal with the vicious criminal who attacked my friend, but it was too dark here, so I mistook someone else for him. Speaking of which, the gathering is already over. Why didn't you leave right away? Why are you still loitering around the police?"
Vermouth's eye twitched. "..." What a blatant reversal of blame. Shouldn't she be asking him that question instead? Of course it was because he had dragged Angel and Cool Guy into this dangerous case.
"Let me guess." The answer had barely crossed her mind when Uzo's voice sounded the next moment, eerily like her own inner voice. "Is it because Conan and Ran have also been dragged into this dangerous case?"
Hearing those two names leave his lips, Vermouth's breath