Chapter 3088 3100 [Gin: Routine Inspection]
Vermouth frowned as she looked at the duplicated currency in the collection cabinet. After hesitating for a moment, she picked up her phone again and sent a message to Vodka:
[There is a duplicate, please replace it with the one I don’t have.]
Vodka received the email: "..."
You said you would change it and I would change it for you? Then what's the fun in collecting information like this? How can I mobilize your enthusiasm and let you join me in collecting and analyzing intelligence on Uzo?
"What a tasteless woman! You have so many fans, but you don't understand the importance of winning blind boxes... I won't change it, I will never change it!"
Vodka snorted and made up a random reason to refuse: [The types of small black coins are randomly generated when they are issued. I can't change the bottom-level code unless I overturn it all and start over - but Brother Gin has given me some new tasks recently, and I don't have that much time to operate these.]
After dealing with Vermouth, Vodka didn't waste any more time on such matters.
He quickly clicked on the new email he had just received and checked out Calvados's bad luck tonight.
"My feeling was right. This guy is Uzo's new toy. It was because of this bastard sniper that I was forced to suffer all the bad luck in Osaka."
"However, he should have thrown away all his guns, but why do I feel that Uzo's interest in him has increased instead of decreased? Is it really because he is related to Vermouth?"
While thinking, Vodka clicked on the freshly grabbed news and quickly caught up on his lessons.
"A bleeding toilet, a haunted TV, and ghostly moths fluttering around the window... huh? Male moths attracted by estrogen, forming ghostly shapes?"
Vodka looked at these lines and suddenly felt that he had caught some key words. He pushed his sunglasses and looked at these details back and forth, muttering uncertainly: "This... is it a reference to Calvados who was bewitched by women?"
"It's very likely. But apart from this, there are many other elements in this case, especially this 'unknown hero who does not want to be named'."
Vodka looked at the ambulance in the photo, feeling a bit gloating and a bit sad:
“Although the newspapers did not publish the figure of this ‘unsung hero’, judging from the photo that Vermouth sent me, this man is undoubtedly Calvados.
"They turned the cadres who have nothing to do with the word 'good guys' into 'heroes', and made us, a group of mysterious people who need to hide ourselves, live in danger of being exposed at any time... This lawless little scoundrel still likes this kind of contrasting black humor."
Thinking of this, Vodka wanted to make a phone call to Big Brother Gin and complain to him. However, before he even dialed the number, he had already guessed what Big Brother Gin would reply.
"'Isn't this still exposed? He knows his limits.'" Vodka muttered quietly, and couldn't help but sighed haggardly:
"I really should let my brother see a psychiatrist. But my brother has always felt that there is nothing wrong with his mental state. Especially after the face-blindness incident, he has been very reluctant to talk about this topic. If I dare to say such a thing, he will shoot me in the thigh...
"Oh, forget it. Uzo isn't trying to bother me right now anyway. Let Calvados handle it first and I'll deal with it later when it's my turn."
After a moment of silence for the unsung heroes in the newspaper and paying some indescribable high respect, Vodka turned the page and read the entire news silently.
After a moment, he suddenly remembered something and realized one thing: "The photos sent by Vermouth were faster than the news this time. That is to say, she was probably at the scene of tonight's case... With such a great opportunity, why didn't she open a discussion at the passers-by mutual aid meeting?"
"Come to think of it, it's not just this time. A few days ago, Uzo went outside Tokyo to commit a crime... Ahem, when he went outside Tokyo to solve a case, Vermouth was there too, but she didn't always report the situation to the Passersby Mutual Aid Association."
It was fine when he didn't notice this situation, but when he thought about it carefully, Vodka suddenly felt something was wrong.
"When Calvados is involved in a case, Vermouth seems to be very passive in synchronization... Is Calvados coming to Tokyo to help her carry out some secret mission that is difficult to expose?"
"But if that's the case, why did Vermouth send me a package of his unlucky photos?"
Various clues were intertwined. Vodka took off his hat and fanned himself while thinking. He felt his head was a little hot.
In the end, he didn't figure out the whole situation, but he vaguely confirmed something he had guessed a long time ago: "There seems to be something wrong with Vermouth, and this is also related to Calvados... At the same time, it involves two, no, at least three cadres. Should I report this matter to Brother Gin?"
The thought flashed through his mind, but was quickly strangled by the vodka.
As an assistant who was very familiar with Gin, Vodka also guessed the possible answer from Gin before he said it - "Is that so? Then you should investigate it in detail."
"I don't want to be involved in that kid's next big stage again. This time I must keep a safe distance the whole time."
Vodka secretly clenched his fists and comforted himself in his heart: "And there is no evidence for this conclusion, it's just a guess - maybe Belmode didn't synchronize the case purely because of the bad signal or bad mood?"
"Don't worry. Let's wait and see..."
Ever since Uzo invaded his life, especially after he was forced to leave his big brother Gin recently, Vodka felt that he seemed to be smarter than before as he used his brain more and more.
But now, he suddenly missed the former self who could live without having to think.
An organization cadre looked far in the direction where Gin might be, as if looking at his distant hometown. His heart was instantly filled with nostalgia, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Brother, when can I come back to you..."
…
In a dark corner of Tokyo.
In a black Porsche, Gin rubbed his nose, turned his head away and sneezed.
He frowned and looked around, then rolled up the car window and lowered his head to continue reading the latest news.
——For him, this activity is not just a simple pastime, but can also be used to control Uzo's real-time movements.
And to be fair, these cases that Uzo has dealt with are much more interesting as stories to be told after dinner than some of the whining detective novels on the market - the plots may not be as dramatic as theirs, but they are more realistic.
(End of this chapter)
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