Vermouth's temple twitched. It felt as though something intangible had struck her on the head.
"..." Was Uzo refusing to answer and kicking the question back unchanged? Or did he think that two cases in a row was too much of a coincidence, so he was throwing over any potential blame in advance?
Vermouth pushed away her coffee cup. Faced with Uzo's accusatory, unreasonable words, she gave a fake smile and tossed out a single, "Indeed."
Then she silently decided that she would never ask that little bastard another question again.
She pulled over the freshly served juice and, from an angle Jiang Xia could not see, bit down on the straw as if grinding her teeth before leisurely sipping it.
Meanwhile, because "Mr. Mouri seemed very sleepy," Mouri Kogoro and Sayuri Shimamura ended their time street racing and returned to Beika Town.
Their homes were not far apart.
Sayuri Shimamura parked in the lot beneath her apartment building and warmly invited Mouri Kogoro upstairs for a hot drink to sober him up.
Mouri Kogoro had just swallowed a bellyful of cold wind and was feeling rather chilly. Hearing a beauty's invitation, he readily accepted.
The two went up together to the corridor on the second floor of the apartment building.
Sayuri Shimamura took out her key. The door opened smoothly, and she clicked on the electric light.
In an instant, a bloody scene was abruptly illuminated—inside the living room, a woman lay sprawled on the floor. She wore pajamas, her hair was disheveled, and blood seeped in great swaths from her chest. Her eyes remained open in death, filled with grievance.
Mouri Kogoro: "...?!"
Sayuri Shimamura screamed and rushed over. "—Kazumi!!"
At a café two streets away.
Vermouth had been so bored that she had drained the