1770 [Curaca: Being grabbed by the skirt by the god of death] Please vote for me
Curacao: "..." Among this group of people with different characteristics, why did Uzo choose such a person as his target? Does he think this is more challenging?
Jiang Xia didn't seem to notice that there was a secretly observing colleague around him, and he continued his righteous detective behavior: "Actually, when you receive a threatening letter, the best way is to seek help from the police."
When President Ishimoto heard this suggestion, he became sullen and fell silent.
At this time, there needs to be someone to smooth things over. The female secretary explained: "The president dislikes the police because of some things. And to be honest, it's just a threatening letter. Will the police really take it seriously?"
She shook her head and sighed: "I'm afraid the police will only investigate seriously when something bad happens. But by then, it will be too late."
This is true, but Curacao still lamented her naivety: "..." Isn't it the same with detectives, especially the bad-mouthed fake detective opposite you.
But the fake detective obviously didn't have this awareness. He actually sighed, as if he was also condemning the police's inefficiency. Then Jiang Xia accepted the commission without any pain in his conscience: "Leave it to me."
The female secretary and President Ishimoto felt relieved when they saw his reliable appearance.
Curacao: "..." People should not be judged by their appearance. Unfortunately, some naive clients will never learn such a simple truth...
Just as she was thinking about it, someone suddenly pulled the hem of her clothes gently.
"?!"
Curacao looked down suddenly and saw a first-grade boy running up to her legs at some point - she didn't realize when the child came over at all.
Curacao was slightly startled by this elusive child at first, and then he remembered that this seemed to be the child who always appeared next to Uzo and was very valued by Uzo.
The siren in her heart suddenly sounded like a tidal wave.
But as a senior member, no matter what she was thinking, the expression on Curacao's face never changed much. She kept smiling: "What's the matter, little brother?"
Curacao pretended to be a staff member at the banquet.
Conan's attention was all on the suspicious man standing in the corridor, and he hadn't noticed the big sister's problem yet. He pointed to the camera in Curaçao's hand and said in a cute child's voice: "You can take a picture for me.
?"
The banquet hall is not only suitable for exchanging business cards, but some guests also want to take photos with those important figures who are rarely seen in daily life.
In this kind of occasion, it is inconvenient for guests to carry their own cameras, so the waiters at the venue all carry one with them to help take pictures at any time.
Curacao is holding a camera in his hand.
If she hears a child making such a request in normal times, she will just think that the child is imitating an adult and having fun innocently.
But at this time, Curaçao looked at Conan and felt that this child was wrapped with puppet threads full of conspiracy, and now, someone wanted to use Conan to wrap these threads around her body.
Curacao: "..." He actually didn't let such a young child go. This guy Uzo really has no bottom line... Tsk, having said that, what on earth does he want to do?
Curacao's thoughts were surging in his mind, and he wanted to stay away from this child, but he could not refuse this request without reason.
It seemed that nothing would happen if she took a photo, unless she happened to take a photo of someone like Pisco shooting at the ceiling, and then the other person wanted to silence her... She tried hard to get rid of the distracting thoughts in her mind, and said with a sweet smile: "Of course.
.”
Conan immediately ran to the open space nearby, made a normal scissor hand pose, and motioned for her to take a photo.
Curacao raised the camera to make sure that no one in the background of the shot was committing murder before hesitantly pulling the trigger.
The camera clicked, recording Conan's innocent figure.
The background behind him happened to include the exit of the banquet hall. Among countless celebrities, a young man wearing sunglasses was leaning there, quietly watching everything in the hall.
…
"I really don't have any enemies, because I haven't done anything to incite hatred!"
Next to him, President Ishimoto was still concentrating on talking to Jiang Xia about his commission. The middle-aged man thought about it and said seriously: "But a giant like me, even if he is just living an ordinary life, may have a huge impact on some people.
…But this is by no means my problem! Nor is it the reason for those people to send me threatening letters!”
Jiang Xia nodded and listened: "So that's it, okay, I probably understand."
At this time, it was just time for the commendations to begin.
The lights in the hall were turned off, and the hall was dark. The host in a suit and leather suit stepped on the stage, and the stage lights came down from different directions, converging into a bright beam of light that enveloped him.
The only light source in the dark hall immediately focused all the guests' attention on the host.
"The commendation meeting is about to begin." The host did not stay here for too long. He quickly introduced the real center of this event, "Next, I would like to invite Mr. Masao Takada, member of the House of Representatives, to give us a speech!"
The guests applauded in a dignified manner.
In the warm atmosphere, a beam of light shot down from the lighting on the second floor and happened to shine on Representative Takada.
The originally plain-looking, even somewhat ugly congressman suddenly gained an aura of majesty when highlighted by this beam of light.
Sensing the admiring glances around him, Councilor Takada showed a proud smile. The dignified secretary separated the crowd for him, and he walked towards the stage leisurely like a local emperor.
Mao Lilan looked at this scene and was a little surprised. She whispered to Jiang Xia and Suzuki Sonoko: "With so many people, the searchlight can actually find where Senator Takada is at once. If I were asked to search, I'm afraid I would have to search for a while."
This can’t be blamed on her poor eyesight. After all, the attendees of this banquet were mainly middle-aged men who were older and lacked exercise. Looking around, the hall was filled with Mediterranean Sea, beer bellies, and dark suits. Everyone looked like
They are carved from the same mold, but it is more difficult to distinguish when viewed diagonally from above.
Suzuki Sonoko knew this very well. She threw a piece of cookie into her mouth, chewed and said: "In the past, the station would be determined in advance, but technology has developed rapidly recently, so now banquet halls usually give people who are about to go on stage to give a speech.
It is very convenient to send a positioning device and wear it on your body to allow the light to focus automatically."
Jiang Xia looked at Representative Takada who was walking through the crowd: "The lights follow very smoothly. It seems to be the latter."
Mao Lilan followed his gaze and suddenly felt that the congressman had been walking through the crowd for a long time: "Why didn't he go directly to the stage instead of walking around in the crowd?"
