He pointed to the officer's wrist, which he had been holding the whole way. The wrist was fair and slender, a stark contrast to the officer's complexion and his deliberately rough and bony appearance.
"So, what made the organization's elite officer, Ms. Vermouth, condescend to come to the utterly boring Metropolitan Police Department?"
Absinthe laughed.
She didn't remove her disguise mask, but when she smiled, she looked exactly like the witch that Yoruichi Toyama knew.
"I warned you, didn't I? Don't interfere with the organization's actions."
"I didn't!" Yoruichi Toyama said innocently. "I just saw my beloved Vermouth and guessed that this case was related to the organization. I was afraid that I would ruin your plans, so I came to find out."
Absinthe's eyes clearly said, "I'd be a fool to believe you."
I pretended not to see the distant mountains at night.
"Then the murderer is one of yours? And who did he kill? Was it a policeman? Or a foreign agent? Or perhaps an alien from South Gate 2?"
Vermouth had to extend a hand to signal that this absurd speculation should stop.
With his other hand, he was pinching his brow hard, looking extremely annoyed.
"You, even serious matters become distorted when you talk about them..."
“However,” she suddenly laughed again, “since you’re so perceptive, you were able to see through my disguise…”
"I'll give you a special reward."
Yoruichi Toyama's eyebrows twitched, but he took a step back.
"Ideally, it shouldn't be a stun gun or a sniper rifle."
"Alright!" Vermouth pulled him back again. "I only hit you twice, and you're actually holding a grudge."
Seeing the wrist that Yoruichi Toyama had held, he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.
"But you did this on purpose, didn't you? A self-inflicted injury ploy?"
Yoruichi Toyama nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, yes, I did it on purpose, on purpose."
Absinthe, too lazy to pay him any more attention, cut straight to the point.
"The murderer is not one of our people, and we are looking for him now."
"Among the victims, there was one person who had some connection with the organization."
"That person... well, you could say they have a social status, so they're overly cautious, always worried about being targeted by the organization..."
As she spoke, she made a light, fleeting motion across her neck with two fingers.
To silence him, is that it? Then this person must be of high status.
Yoruichi Toyama begins recalling the identities of the six people who were killed.
Vermouth continued.
"In short, that guy was paranoid, so he made a list of people who were in contact with the organization and always carried it with him, meaning that if the organization made a move against him, he would make the list public first."
"So, the list must be full of prominent figures, right?" Yoruichi Toyama asked.
"Group president? Tech mogul? Government official? And..."
“More than you think,” Vermouth chuckled softly. “Even the people in the Metropolitan Police Department have…”
"You see, don't think you can rest easy just because you've got connections with the police. That's because you haven't met enough people yet."
"The police are far more filthy and disgusting than you naively imagine."
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