1881【Vodka: Abominable headliner!】Can you please give me a monthly ticket?
Related to Jiang Xia, the script writer was arrested. After the arrest, someone hijacked the car and the robbery was successful...
All kinds of clues were spliced together in Vodka's mind, mixed with a little bit of personal prayer elements. The next moment, Vodka was shocked and blurted out in surprise: "Uzo was arrested, and his little brother actually dared to rob a police car! - these days
I can’t take any of them, the boss will definitely throw his Uzo army as far as he can, and he might even kill him directly!”
Gin glanced here and heard the unconcealable happiness in his tone: "?"
Vodka continued to get excited: "That kid knows a lot about the organization, well, at least he knows a lot of assassination lists. To prevent him from leaking the secrets, do we need..." He raised his hand and gestured in front of his thick neck, and his murderous intent suddenly
born.
Gin sneered: "Okay, you do it."
Vodka: "..."
I don't know what he thought of, but his simple happiness was extinguished as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.
But curiosity is not as easy to be shattered as murderous intent. Vodka had already clicked on the news as he spoke: let him see which policeman or detective is so good that he can actually catch the kid Uzzo. Oh! In this industry
!The person who solved the case is..."
Jiangxia.
Vodka: "..."
Vodka: "…………"
This kid is sick! Is he catching himself?
Could it be that he found someone to take the blame for himself? For example, the guy with curly hair and sunglasses who makes people feel uncomfortable?
Vodka had never been so focused even when reading celebrity photo albums. He read every line without missing a word, exerting his brain power to the extreme.
After reading the report, he fell silent.
Vodka: "..." Who is this woman??
Why do you call her a scriptwriter? Does anyone deserve this nickname? These bastard clickbait reporters!
…
"Ah sneeze!"
At a newspaper office in the distance, a reporter who was furiously typing on the keyboard and writing a detailed new report suddenly turned his head and sneezed.
"Who is talking about me so late?" The reporter rubbed his nose and quickly laughed, "It must be those colleagues! But for being able to report such a wonderful and bizarre case first-hand, it is normal for them to curse behind their backs."
When a colleague passing by heard this, he couldn't help but said: "Speaking of which, when I saw the title you passed to me was 'Script Writer', I really thought that some script writer had an accident and planned to bundle it with related works for promotion.
After a wave of investigation, it turned out that the murderer and the deceased had nothing to do with the script, and were simply people from the modeling agency."
"What do you know? You don't understand the audience for case news at all." The reporter was swollen, raised his head and snorted arrogantly:
“In addition to cases, this group of readers generally also like to read mystery novels. Only when the script is projected into reality can they make them unable to help but click on it.
"Otherwise, why should we use a message like 'The fashion designer who was hidden by the president took revenge and got away with it'? - There are so many cases like this every year, and the presidents who died because of it can make a lot of money.
Of course, compared to such a mediocre topic, the center of 'script writer' is better."
Another reporter who went with him to collect information was more pragmatic: "We didn't expect it at first, but then after listening to the detective talk about the case, the title took shape in his mind. If Jiang Xia doesn't want to be a detective one day,
Now, becoming a reporter will definitely have a bright future."
The honest colleagues who passed by still felt something was wrong, and felt that they must not be the only ones who were cheated.
He took out his mobile phone and flipped through the latest comments under the case report. He was surprised: "Look, someone really misunderstood! There is an anonymous account scolding you - saying, 'You don't understand the script writer at all!',"
'How dare you publish such an exaggerated title!', 'Be careful these days!', tsk tsk, it's really scary. This person is not a scriptwriter by profession, or does he know any friends who are scriptwriters, who think we have tarnished this sacred profession?
"
The reporter who was still immersed in detailing the report, not to mention being scolded, had been beaten when he was unlucky. He waved his hand indifferently: "Hurry up and stop chatting. I'm still busy tonight."
Yeah. If you’re a troll, it’s a waste of time just to read it.”
The colleague took a sip of tea, put down his mobile phone, and reluctantly returned to work.
And the latest comment was quickly refreshed and was submerged in many comments.
…
When Vodka became angry and sent a message.
Gin had already guessed the situation from the change in his expression. He leisurely lit a cigarette and took a puff: "Does it make you happy to deal with personal matters online in front of me?"
Vodka had just received a few comments calling him a crazy fan, and was about to retaliate in disbelief when the voice of Gin came from next to Leng Buding, which scared him away from all the accumulated anger.
"I'm very sorry. I was misled by wrong information." As soon as the anger dissipated, the person returned to his normal state. Vodka replied timidly. At the same time, in order to divert the attention of the elder brother, he briefly told the news he had just seen.
"I didn't expect that there are a lot of criminals of this type, and this person was just a little bit successful." After throwing away his colored glasses, Vodka recalled the case process, and couldn't help but tremble behind his back: Who would be in Jiro Inozuka's position?
, I'm afraid it would be difficult to dodge that sudden shot - who would have thought that an obedient and grateful underage girl under his command would suddenly turn into a brutal gun-wielding killer?
anyway……
Vodka suddenly became alert: Why does the name Inozuka Jiro sound so familiar?
When Vodka sighed over the twists and turns of the case and the "funeral silver coins" hidden behind his back.
Next to him, Gin was not too surprised - the police had previously pretended to close the case in order to catch the real "funeral silver coins". But if they wanted to deceive the cunning funeral coins, they had to deceive themselves first, so "clothing company models serial murders"
"This simple case has already been reported in the newspaper, and both he and Vodka have seen it.
It's just that this case was considered unremarkable among Uzo's cases, and they were very busy at the time, so they didn't pay much attention to it.
This is probably one of the reasons why Vodka has been successfully misled by reports - they all know that there is a hidden Uzo behind these cases, so when they see the man behind the scenes being arrested and using the title "scriptwriter", Vodka's thinking changes.
It went astray.
Thinking of this, Gin took a drag on his cigarette silently and looked at Vodka with a vague gaze: "..." Being so far apart and having no contact for several days, this guy still didn't care about Uzo's teasing.
The power of resistance.
The hidden crisis around him made Gin secretly alert, but he thought about vodka's practical ability and ability to conceal true emotions...
His secretly tense body returned to its previous normal state.
