Disappointed as he was, Vodka did not waste the information he had bought with a single Uzo Coin. He sorted out his Computer and diligently hacked into the surveillance system at Tropical Land.
"Bourbon's experiences occasionally still have some value as reference." Thinking of the browsing times logged by everyone in the Passerby Mutual Aid Association, Vodka muttered to himself, "Besides, compared with everyone else, Brother Gin seems to enjoy watching Bourbon have bad luck more..."
Whenever Bourbon suffered a major setback, Brother Gin spent longer than usual on the app.
After a little thought, Vodka understood why: before Jiang Xia became Uzo, Bourbon had fiercely mocked Brother Gin over the question of Jiang Xia's affiliation and abilities.
So although Gin rarely spoke in the Passerby Mutual Aid Association, whenever a scene appeared where "Bourbon was toyed with by the subordinate he believed was his own," he would watch on with delight.
"What a grudge-holder." The thought flashed through Vodka's mind, and he hurriedly corrected himself. "I mean, Brother Gin has an excellent memory! Unwavering and true to his original intentions!"
The Dessert Museum was shaped like a tray—a flat, circular garden below, topped by a hemispherical transparent curtain wall.
With this paradise-like layer of isolation, the commotion outside had little effect on the garden within.
"There are a lot more attractions in the Dessert House today than the brochure advertised. There are even Fireworks." Suzuki Sonoko muttered, her cheeks puffed out as she ate the small mountain of Desserts in front of her. "But why are they setting them off during the day, and so frequently? It's definitely grand, but at this rate, won't they run out soon?"
Officer Sato glanced at the Fireworks bursting overhead. Some memory stirred within her, and she frowned slightly.
Then she seemed