Jiang Xia nodded: "Go and do your work, leave it to me here."
After the female secretary left, he went to the bathroom to pour out the juice, then returned to the table and looked at the cup doubtfully.
——This is very different from the peaceful night in his memory.
But it's a good thing that someone is tampering with it. It seems like we won't have to spend time with the TV tonight.
…
While Jiang Xia was thinking about who was going to send him murderous intent, he was scrolling through his phone casually.
Suddenly another phone vibrated, it was the one belonging to the black organization.
Jiang Xia had already asked Noah to check before. There was no surveillance or bugging device in the duty room of the VIP ward. So he took out his cell phone and took a look and found that it was a message from Curacao.
[Shiro Hiraoka is the target of the organization and cannot be allowed to go to prison alive.]
Jiang Xia: "..." This second-in-command secretary is quite well-informed. After he made a phone call with the Mu Mu Police Department, the news came over.
There was no eavesdropping device around him. It seemed that Curacao got the information from the police.
"At times like this, you never forget to remind me that there is still one person waiting for the organization to silence me. You are so dedicated." Jiang Xia chatted casually with the ghosts, "But it may be that if I have other things to do, I won't be able to take care of it when I am busy."
She?"
He thought for a while, lowered his head and replied.
…
Not long after, a hidden corner of Tokyo was discovered.
Curacao's phone buzzed and received a reply.
She clicked it to check, and there was a sentence on the screen:
[So that’s it, it’s really scary.
But what does this have to do with me, a high school detective?]
Curacao: “…”
Next to him, the yawning foggy dog suddenly became energetic, flapped its wings, and started working.
Curacao stared at the phone screen in silence for two seconds. Suddenly, he noticed that the page key on the right was lit, and there seemed to be other sentences behind it.
She was startled and scrolled down to read.
[If you are looking for me to discuss work worries, then I suggest you be more dedicated and wait for the opportunity near that person.]
Curacao: “…” Dedicated?
Oh, she would be crazy to kill someone under the watchful eyes of Uzo. Maybe as soon as the front foot strikes, the back foot will be photographed like Pisco and posted all over the Internet.
This guy actually caught her when he was fishing. She is not the kind of unlucky cadre who knows nothing about Uzo.
After thinking for a moment, Curacao decided to stand still for the time being - anyway, there was no sign of the hacker being caught yet, so he had to be patient and not rush.
…
No matter how Curacao plans to deal with the organization's silence targets, it has nothing to do with the detectives who are protecting their clients.
It was dark at night, Jiang Xia was sitting on the bed in the duty room, watching the ghosts playing cards.
At one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Jiang Xia got up and walked to the door of the president's bedroom, squatted down and explored the crack in the door, and found that there was a hot air flow coming from there.
"..."
After twisting the bedroom doorknob, fortunately, President Ishimoto did not lock the door, so Jiang Xia pushed the door open smoothly.
A gust of hot air hit my face. When I turned around, I saw that the temperature of the air conditioner had been turned up at some point. The president was sleeping in bed and was sweating. His breathing seemed to be heavier than before.
Noah Dundun popped up: "The intelligent temperature control system has been hacked."
Jiang Xia glanced at the opening where Hula La was blowing hot air, raised her hand to fan herself: "Change it back."
Noah was confused.
Not long after, the air conditioner blew cold air at a suitable temperature again. The environment in the room became normal, and President Ishimoto's expression became peaceful again.
The female secretary did not lie. This man was indeed a dead sleeper and could not be woken up easily. Jiang Xia was quite satisfied with this, so that no one would interfere with his bodyguard work.
…
He returned to the duty room, closed the bedroom door again, and looked at his ghosts: "I didn't expect that someone actually came to President Ishimoto. This is an unexpected surprise - you all go take a look nearby and say
Maybe we can catch the person who did it."
The ghosts geared up and floated away one after another.
Jiang Xia sat down on the bed again: "..." Having said that, blowing to death with hot air from the air conditioner is an assassination method with an erratic success rate. Rather than seeking life, the other party is more like trying to do his best to assassinate someone.
And this is certainly not the end.
An hour later, Jiang Xia suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the door: in his perception, there was a mass of average-quality murderous aura squatting outside the door.
Although the quality is average, it is still a murderous snack after all, and it is a snack that is delivered to your door with great pains late at night.
Idle and idle, Jiang Xia got up and went to the door to take a look, and found that someone was stuffing a pipe into the crack of the door from the outside, as if he wanted to transport some problematic gas into this relatively airtight room.
Jiang Xia: "..."
Originally he wanted to try blowing it back.
But the pipe was too close to the ground, and some industrious ghost poked his head outside the door to take a look, and regretfully told him: the pipe outside was connected to a machine, even if the psychic really had no shame in comparing his lung capacity with the other person.
, the gas cannot reach the mouth of the person who blows it.
Jiang Xia sighed regretfully and suddenly opened the door before the other party pressed the switch.
"?!"
Outside the door is a man wearing a white coat, covering his face with a mask and a hat - standard clothing for medical staff, which seems to be very convenient for outlaws. People who sneak in always like to pretend to be fake doctors.
The fake doctor in front of him was also dressed in the same dress at this time. He obviously didn't expect that he would be discovered so lightly. He was shocked, and then with a fierce look on his face, he took out a handful from his pocket.
dagger.
Jiang Xia grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him into the house. At the same time, he raised his legs to sweep the unknown machine into the house and slammed the door.
Everything happens in just a few seconds.
Soon, there were no more people in the corridor of the hospital, and calm returned, seeming to be a silent invitation for the next assassin to arrive.
…
A few minutes later
In the ward suite.
Jiang Xia tossed and turned for a while and found that the man did not have any murderous intention anymore, so he tied him up and threw him into the corner. The blower was also put there.
He sorted out the murderous aura that had just been knocked out, and was about to find a police officer he knew to pick him up. At this time, the mermaid suddenly floated over and patted him, pointing to the bedroom.
Jiang Xia: Someone sent it here again?
He stood up, and under the horrified gaze of the fake doctor in the corner, he walked quietly into the bedroom expectantly.
As soon as I opened the door, I felt that there was a vague murderous atmosphere inside the building.
After waiting for a while, the murderous aura was getting closer and closer - it seemed that a person was quietly crawling towards this side along the ventilation duct.
…
Killer No. 3 crawled into the bedroom in the dark and stopped in front of the vent.
He looked at President Ishimoto who was sleeping soundly on the bed through the iron bars, arranged the murder weapon in his arms, and silently showed a sinister smile.