Vermouth sighed silently.
—Uzo's thoughts were far too difficult to read, and his actions always seemed to follow no discernible pattern. No wonder Gin and Vodka's speculations about him were always so exaggerated that they sounded like overinterpretation.
Yet now, that behavior was understandable: faced with an unfathomable genius, anyone would feel some curiosity or a sense of crisis. Especially people like them, who operated outside the law and had to be exceptionally cautious.
Since they could not avoid dealing with Uzo, they had to try to determine the limits of what he might be capable of. Only by anticipating things in advance could they respond quickly enough when certain extreme situations arose—when facing a young man who could silently take someone's life and was still growing, no amount of caution was unnecessary.
Nearby.
Jiang Xia, whom Vermouth was cautiously analyzing, was not thinking about anything at all. He was simply playing on his phone to pass the time.
All he needed to do was stay nearby and make sure that, in the blink of an eye, Mouri Kogoro did not end up being dumped into the river by Sayuri Shimamura.
Uncle Mouri was a decent person, after all. He had plenty of decent classmates, decent drinking buddies, and decent gambling buddies, colleagues, friends, and the like... Jiang Xia rather wanted to be friends with those people, and Mouri Kogoro was undoubtedly a suitable bridge.
As for whether Sayuri Shimamura had murderous intent, Jiang Xia naturally did not need to keep watching her the whole time.
—At this distance, even he, let alone the Ghosts, could clearly sense the fluctuations in her killing intent.
For now, Sayuri Shimamura did indeed have some thoughts of silencing him permanently, but she kept wavering—human thoughts were inherently complex and ever-changing, and the