As he shrank back around the corner, avoiding Vodka's line of sight,
Conan couldn't help turning to look behind him, gingerly rubbing the back of his head.
—The last time he'd peeped at Vodka like this, he'd barely gotten two looks in before Gin came up behind him and struck him on the head with a Collapsible Baton, then force-fed him the poison APTX4869.
"..." Come to think of it, Gin didn't seem to be here at the moment—at least, not in this Apartment.
Vodka had probably come alone.
Thinking of The Organization's underhanded ways, Conan hid in the corridor and couldn't help mulling it over:
Maybe all those bad things Jiang Xia mentioned earlier, about celebrities being harassed online, were actually done by Vodka himself.
Then he could crack his own methods, use that chance to demonstrate his value to Jiang Xia, smoothly apply to become Jiang Xia's assistant or underling, and achieve some unspeakable goal.
And Jiang Xia often hated turning people down, while also being rather fond of taking on underlings. The thought of those underlings who used to wander around everywhere and now busied themselves everywhere catching Cats, followed by the thought of Vodka, made the veins at Conan's temples throb.
The fact that "Vodka was mixed in among them" had come far too suddenly for Conan.
He had no concrete plan of action yet, so he instinctively reached into his pocket, felt the Listening Device and Transmitter, and began considering whether he could stick them onto Vodka.
But a second later,
Conan came back to his senses and silently stopped.
No. This wasn't like their previous "chance encounters" in public places.
Before, even if Gin and Vodka found a Listening Device nearby, there were too many people who could have passed by and had