Chapter 3539 3551 [Truth Vodka]
Officer Sato sighed: "His figure and face are covered, it seems like this was premeditated... What about his height? How tall does he look?"
The two thought for a moment, and one of the younger women gestured: "It seems... to be about the same height as me?"
“Really?” Sato Miwako’s eyes lit up. The victim in front of her didn’t look very tall, probably less than 1.6 meters. A man about the same height as her… that was already a pretty good feature.
She quickly stood up: "Let me take you to measure your height."
The policewoman left with the victims.
Inspector Megure looked at the victims who needed assistance to walk, sighed, and subconsciously asked, "What do you think?"
Unfortunately, I'm currently at the Metropolitan Police Department, and no reliable underlings have appeared around me.
Faced with his question, Officer Takagi scratched his head blankly, trying to think of any useful information: "Uh...the victims are all young women?"
Mumu Police Department: "..."
Okay, let's talk about something else.
He shook his head and said with relief, "But speaking of which, whether it's the series of stabbings in the rain, this attack, or the case you solved, no one has died. You've been really lucky these past few days."
The passing police officer was startled: "Inspector, you can't say things like that!"
—Just like how you always say you're not busy but then you're swamped with work, or how you always boast about how healthy you are and how you never catch a cold but then you start sneezing all day long… What if something bad happens after you say that!
Inspector Megure snapped out of his daze and quickly covered his mouth. But it was too late to take back his words. He could only clear his throat and force himself to remain calm, saying, "We're police officers, what are you talking about with mysticism! Get back to work!"
The passing police officer: "..." Wasn't it you who started by talking about luck...?
He was inwardly puzzled, but outwardly he still gave a loyal salute and replied, "Yes!"
As they were talking, Officer Sato walked in from the doorway, looking as if he was deep in thought.
Officer Takagi asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Miwako Sato sighed: "I just feel that this can't go on—there aren't many men under 1.6 meters tall, but there aren't that few either. It's too difficult to find the culprit based on just this one characteristic... How about this, I'll get a wig, dress up as a young girl, and then wander around the place where they were attacked to lure out the attacker?"
The other officers from the First Investigation Division were stunned: "This..."
That seems like a possible solution?
And...and they really want to see Ms. Sato with long hair and makeup! She's already a policewoman with short hair and no makeup, she'd be even more beautiful with some makeup on!
Furthermore, if the murderer is indeed drawn out, they can immediately rush forward and play the hero to save the damsel in distress...
One of them was the first to speak: "I support it!"
After a moment of silence, a chorus of agreement erupted in the office:
"I support it too!"
"Me too!"
"Please allow me to ambush nearby!"
"..."
...
A dozen minutes later.
Department store.
A simple, understated black sedan slowly made its way into this bustling commercial street, following the flow of traffic.
Vodka glanced at his watch, parked the car in a pre-selected parking lot, took a deep breath, carefully observed his surroundings, and with the resolve of someone about to jump into a minefield, slowly opened the door and got out of the car.
I checked my watch; there were less than five minutes left before the meeting was scheduled to start.
—In fact, most of the time, vodka makers also have the habit of scouting the place in advance.
But he didn't come today.
"Given my brother's habits, he must have already scouted the place beforehand," Vodka muttered to himself, stroking his chin.
"In that case, I won't step on any more—other places are fine, the most dangerous I'll encounter are traitors and cops, but this time..."
This time, Uzo is hiding nearby. He'd have to be crazy to come here and step on a trap beforehand—if he accidentally steps on a trap, he'll have nowhere to turn for help.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Vodka finally decided to trust his older brother.
As for himself, he just needs to arrive at the designated time. If he encounters any obstacles on his way to the sushi restaurant, he can just call out for help from his older brother—in any case, his older brother Gin will definitely be nearby.
With that in mind, Vodka adjusted the emergency dial button on his phone and set up one-click sending with precise location tracking.
Then, clutching his phone as if it were a get-out-of-jail-free card, he cautiously made his way towards a shopping mall ahead.
Just as he turned the corner, Vodka suddenly stopped.
The next instant, with the same smooth movement as when he lifted his leg, he silently withdrew his foot, took a few steps back, and shrank back into the shadows.
—The moment he stepped out of the corner, he saw three extremely familiar backs.
Two high school girls led an elementary school student into a shopping mall, chatting and laughing.
The whole scene was harmonious and relaxed, but in Vodka's eyes, it looked like he was seeing a ghost.
"...Uzo actually dared to bring his marionettes to such an important gathering!!"
An angry cadre cried out in his heart, "This is outrageous! I have to tell my elder brother to cancel today's gathering!"
Thinking this, Vodka immediately moved his finger, intending to dial the phone.
However, a habit he had developed on the Full Moon ship not long ago made him pause instinctively as he performed the action, reflecting on whether it was really necessary to make that phone call.
As he pondered this, Vodka couldn't help but hesitate.
"Making a call is easy, but what do you say once the call connects?" Vodka rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
"Are we going to cancel this upcoming executive gathering because two high school girls and an elementary school girl were shopping nearby?"
Although he himself saw a strong rationale for this approach, for Gin...
"I have a feeling that if I actually said that, Gin would probably do more than cancel the party; he'd just silently hang up and label me a 'good-for-nothing,'" Vodka thought dejectedly. "And my path back to Gin's side would become even more distant..."
"Never mind, we're already here."
"And if the party is canceled because of my phone call, how will Uzo react afterwards?"
Thinking about the situation at that time, Vodka silently shuddered: "Compared to that, it's better to leave it as it is for now—think about it carefully, so what if there are those brats nearby? As long as I get to Gin's side smoothly, none of them are a threat!"
And this road isn't actually that far.
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