1866【Careful subordinates】Please give me a monthly ticket (?′??)?
Not long after, my phone in Curacao, far away on a business trip, buzzed and received a specially marked message.
"..." She put away the gun, walked around the pool of blood on the ground, and opened the mailbox and took a tired look.
As expected, there was news from over there again. Kurosawa Kazuma:
[The "George" followed the high school detective, and they got into the police car together!
Has he been exposed? Does he need to be silenced urgently?]
"..."
Curacao was first instinctively alert to the word "police car", but soon, when she saw "high school student detective" in front of her, she silently deleted the word she had just typed and typed another one:
[Do not care.
Everything is under control.]
After replying the message, Curacao walked over to clean up the scene, and wearily opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. Then she stepped on the accelerator and let the sports car drive away, implementing the organization's quintessence of "kill everyone and then leave."
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On the way, thinking of the recent emails sent one after another, Curaçao sighed silently: "..." This group of subordinates used to be very independent and did not dare to provoke the cadres. If anything happened, they would handle it themselves.
But now, they have simply become puppets dependent on their boss, asking her if anything happens.
However, there is indeed a need to inquire about these things. More importantly, because of certain uncertainties around his subordinates, Curaçao cannot reply to them with words like "Don't bother me, handle everything yourself" - otherwise
Who knows what kind of disaster movie-like scene it will turn into in the end.
"...Having said that, they asked too often, haven't they grown up?" Curacao's mind moved, "It's probably that Hashimoto Maya who led the bad things. This guy is so good at cheating his boss.
Sure enough, he is not a fuel-efficient person... He deserves to be targeted by Uzo."
…
"Ah sneeze!"
In the police car, Maya Hashimoto sneezed unexpectedly while looking out the window.
Then he rubbed his nose silently and thought blankly: "..." Who is talking about me? It can't be Uzo.
On the way to the police station, police cars cleared the way and traffic was smooth.
But Maya Hashimoto was not in a very happy mood. He carefully shrank toward the center of the car, fearing that some loyal colleague with a bad temper would see him from the window and shoot him and kill him on the spot.
Maya Hashimoto: "..." Having said that, I have never been in a police car. Ever since I was forced to get involved with Uzo for Mr. Ireland, riding in a police car seems to have become a common occurrence, and I have to do it every now and then——
Especially after leaving that plane of death.
The only comforting thing is that he was either a victim or an innocent passerby. Although he also experienced some terrible things on the way, such as being almost penetrated by steel knives falling from the sky, but compared to Ireland, the current
Life is surprisingly peaceful and cherishable.
…
So soon, in the corner of Tokyo, Ireland also started sneezing.
But all this has nothing to do with Jiang Xia and Hashimoto Maya who are busy solving the case.
When she arrived at the police station, Jiang Xia borrowed a room from the police to check the information and waited quietly for nightfall.
Maya Hashimoto was sitting next to him, his eyes empty, and he was thinking about a very serious and imminent question: Do I need to tell the organization that Uzo may have been exposed and needs to be silenced?
Maya Hashimoto: "..." If Mr. Ireland knew about this, he might be very happy. Unfortunately, his mobile phone and other items are still in Kurosawa and Manali, so he cannot contact him.
As for him reporting it himself...
Maya Hashimoto's heart skipped a beat.
Then silently nip this idea in the bud.
——Although Jiang Xia said that he had set a trap and planned to capture the real "funeral silver coin"...but would Wu Zuo really bite the bait so easily?
What if Uzo avoids it and finds himself quietly pushing for his silence behind his back?
Maya Hashimoto suddenly discovered that being targeted by this demon seemed to be more terrifying than being held accountable by the organization. The former at least died quickly and decently, but the latter...
Another corner of Tokyo.
Ireland started sneezing again.
…
While Jiang Xia was feeling the random limited release of iced black tea, she clicked the mouse in this pleasant atmosphere surrounded by the smell of harvest, and was in a good mood.
He borrowed a computer with a disk slot from the police and checked several stolen disks from Boduo Fashion Design Company.
There are nearly fifty disks with registered employees' physical information, classified according to the initials of their names in Japanese. Among them are those related to the murderer's targets "Torimaru Naoko", "Inukai Kaname", and "Kiriyama Sayoko"
There are three in total. They are on the disks starting with "と", "い", and "き".
These three disks were originally stolen by the murderer, but after "solving the case", the police found these lost disks in Masumi Takamori's room - it seemed that the murderer was using this method to frame Masumi Takamori.
Jiang Xia picked up a few disks and looked at them, and seemed to understand something.
He stood up and called to Maya Hashimoto who was as quiet as a chicken beside him: "Let's go have dinner, and then we will go to the hospital where President Inozuka is staying."
"Hospital?" Maya Hashimoto came back to her senses and was a little surprised: he thought this temporary teammate should be lying in the morgue at this moment.
…
Although the president and quasi-vice president disappeared, the work of Botuo Design Club has not stopped - it is sad that the boss died, but as long as the club still exists, wages will continue to be paid.
The employees didn't have that many opportunities to come into contact with the boss, so they still worked as they should. Only a few loyal people advocated taking two days off to commemorate the boss. Unfortunately, their weak voices were quickly suppressed by the middle and senior management.
In this heavy atmosphere with a hint of relaxation, a piece of news suddenly spread.
——Because the murderer was not good at shooting, President Inozuka survived and was rescued. Although he is still in a critical period, the chance of waking up is very high.
"..."
That night, in the hospital where President Inozuka was staying.
Since the "murderer" who shot the gun has been controlled by the police, and the "funeral silver coin" is also lying on the hospital bed, the busy police did not station anyone at the hospital tonight.
There were no lights on in the observation treatment room, only the instruments flashing faint light steadily.
In the silence, a dark figure avoided the nurse's sight, came to the door of the ward where President Inozuka was sitting, and quietly opened the door.
The shadow briefly adapted to the darkness.
Soon, he walked up to President Inozuka's hospital bed. Then he reached out his hand with a clear purpose and neatly disconnected the instrument's cord.
The device that maintained the patient's life was cut off, and Black Shadow breathed a sigh of relief with complicated emotions.
The next moment, someone suddenly turned on the light in the room.
