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At the Passerby Mutual Aid Association.
Vodka pondered the strange surveillance feed for a while, but did not pay it much mind. As far as he knew, Curacao was watching that place. With that woman's skills, hacking a surveillance camera was perfectly normal.
Besides her, Bourbon was there too, having just been blown up by Fireworks. Bourbon was not the type to swallow his anger after stepping into a trap. He would only viciously try to investigate the matter, then step into the trap all over again...
But regardless of the outcome, at least he had displayed a brave and fearless attitude in the process.
That swaying camera by the luggage storage area must be Bourbon investigating why he got blown up. Vodka felt a little sympathy for his unlucky colleague, but he also did not want to expose himself for no reason and draw fire. So he stopped dwelling on that camera and looked for another way to observe the scene.
At last, he hacked into a reporter's camera and barely obtained some firsthand footage from the front line.
The others thus learned what was happening in the Dessert House as well.
Curacao clutched the freshly acquired, still-warm Uzo Coin and stared at the three pastry chefs on the screen, her gaze more serious than ever.
Hiding the murder weapon in a dessert, then eating the weapon? That is a reliable line of thought, though it is a little disgusting...
Curacao studied the Tough Guy Cake Maker. The moment that possibility was brought up, this guy shot it down. Could Suzuki Sonoko have guessed right, and the murderer is this cake maker with such an upright face?
A man who looked extremely righteous and unyielding, yet was secretly a murderer who had smashed in his boss's skull and