"Miss Aizawa!" Amuro Tooru called out first, his gaze towards Vermouth carrying a meaningful meaning.
"You probably don't know this, but the Mr. Toyama in the meeting room just now was an imposter. He's a rather terrifying wanted murderer."
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Absinthe understood.
She then replied with the same surprised yet composed demeanor as Lan Zexi: "Really?"
"However, that gentleman was very gentlemanly throughout, and we only talked about the Lanze Group for a while."
Takato Yoichi, the "Puppet Master of Hell," has a hobby of finding fertile ground for crime and instigating those with such desires to kill.
Since there's no way to prove anything now that the puppeteer is dead, Vermouth simply decided to position herself as the puppeteer's next target.
"That's good." Amuro Tooru and Toyama Yoruichi both breathed a sigh of relief.
Vermouth thought that it probably hadn't aroused the suspicion of that meddlesome detective.
As for the policeman next to him...
He needs evidence for everything he suspects.
She's the eldest daughter of the prestigious Lanze Group, and it's not his place to doubt her.
The stereotypes left by police in both the US and Japan over the years make Vermouth easily consider Akechi the easiest person to deal with.
"Where is he now?"
He asked exactly the question a policeman should ask.
A fugitive left alone in an empty hotel, facing the threat of an earthquake, is practically a walking experience box for the police.
This elite police officer naturally needs this to build up his chances of promotion.
Absinthe looked thoughtful.
"We chatted for a while, but I wanted to confirm some details for the opening of the ocean park tomorrow, so I'll leave now."
"That gentleman... should still be in the bar on the second floor."
Dead people cannot speak.
Absinthe thought was pleasant once again.
What happened afterward, or what low point he experienced that led to the sudden death of the infamous puppeteer from a heart attack, is something he doesn't need to explain himself.
It can only be described as...fate.
As she was thinking this, she saw Akechi and Yoruichi exchange a glance before rushing toward the stairwell at the same time.
Vermouth raised an eyebrow mischievously at the two people's retreating figures.
"How annoyingly nosy!" she said with a smile, glancing at Bourbon beside her.
"I understand why that puppeteer looks so vulnerable whenever he's mentioned."
Hearing her evaluation of Yoruichi Toyama, Tooru Amuro couldn't help but smile.
"So, where is the puppeteer?"
Absinthe shrugged helplessly.
"It must be because of Shirley; he's very resistant to the organization."
"Then let's just kill him." Amuro Tooru answered without hesitation, even preparing to turn and leave. "I'll go..."
“You don’t need to worry about it,” Absinthe chuckled. “He’s already taken the medicine that girl left behind…”
"Is this a kind of double suicide or something? Even a cold-blooded murderer has a tender side!"
“APTX4869?” This time, Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow. “Then he’s dead.”
Absinthe nodded affirmatively.
"However, you should still go and take a look."
"Keep a close eye on that detective, Toyama..."
...
Amuro Tooru still took some time to first escort "Miss Aizawa" out of the hotel and hand her over to her two eagerly awaiting fiancés. After giving her a few brief instructions, he then re-entered the hotel.
As soon as he arrived at the bar entrance on the second floor, he saw Yoruichi Toyama and Akechi squatting on the ground, as well as another figure lying there.
Thinking about it, I realized I had never actually seen the puppeteer's face.
Amuro Tooru suddenly had a ridiculous thought and slowly walked over.
"he……"
“I don’t know.” Mingzhi shook his head. “It looks like sudden death.”
"Is it a sudden illness or..."
“APTX4869,” Amuro Tooru said simply. “He was forced to eat it by absinthe.”
Yoruichi Toyama, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised her head.
"So she... I mean Vermouth, she knows about Sherry?"
"Probably not." Amuro Tooru also squatted down and took a closer look at Takato's face, which had lost all color.
"She seems to think that Mr. Puppet Master has some special feelings for Sherry, which is why she doesn't want to live anymore."
From a certain perspective, that's not wrong.
Yoruichi Toyama lowered her head again, looking at her mortal enemy who always wanted to compete with her.
Besides the people currently around him, there's also Akemi...
He was probably the only one who knew that Shirley was still alive.
So, with him dead, Shirley is safe.
Is that what you mean, Gao Yuan? ...
...
"...There may be aftershocks, we must evacuate immediately..."
"...And, a tsunami warning..."
The plaza on Kanbi Island, which served as a temporary refuge, was packed with upper-class people and elites from all walks of life.
No one cared whether their suits were crisp or their dresses were wrinkled; everyone craned their necks, waiting for the rescue helicopter to take them away from this dangerous place.
"Strange, where's Touko-san?"
Vermouth heard the brat who was a burden to the Mori detective ask this question.
But before she could turn around to look for him, Fujishima Takumi and Suo Takeshi hurriedly persuaded her to get on the helicopter.
As the heir to the Lanze Group, he naturally didn't need to queue; instead, he left by private helicopter.
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