Chapter 1846 1846 [Funeral Silver Coin] Please vote for me oo
Chapter 1846 1846 [Funeral Silver Coin] Please give me your monthly ticket o(〃'▽'〃)o
Mitsuhiko Rokujo looked at Naoko Tormaru affectionately: "You don't want to continue this kind of life, being squeezed by that arrogant boss and gradually losing your glory in the bad work day after day.
"If you come to our company, you can not only do your favorite job, but also be a model. I really don't want the world to forget your beauty when you were a model. You are still young and you must not stop here."
"What are they talking about?" Mao Lilan tried to eavesdrop.
Jiang Xia observed the adult society and seemed to have learned something: "It seems like it is chasing people, but it also seems like it is poaching."
Suddenly he felt something and looked to the other side from a distance.
A few seconds later, a burly figure walked down the stairs and joined the poaching scene ahead.
The visitor was wearing a brand-name suit and a big gold watch. When he smiled, he even showed two gold teeth. He stared at President Rokujo: "Rokujo? You're poaching again. I advise you to save your efforts, but
Don’t miss the good seedlings in the end and lose them yourself.”
President Rokujo was suppressed by the strange aura of his rich man mixed with a few underworld auras, and showed an awkward smile: "Haha, what poaching, I just came to say hello - it's not very easy for someone to chase a beauty like Naoko.
normal?"
Inozuka Jiro snorted: "You'd better be."
Jiang Xia looked at this sudden appearance from a distance: "?"
...With the addition of a pair of sunglasses, it looks more like vodka.
Who is this person? Could it be that Taro Inozuka, who died before, really had a younger brother who looked similar to him?
Just as I was thinking about it, the assistant next to me intimately introduced: "This is our president, Inozuka Jiro, who is also a designer."... Although he doesn't look like he can design wedding dresses."
Jiang Xia: "..." Jiro? Previously, he just thought that a family that would name their son "Taro" would not have only one child, but he didn't expect that to be the case. Now that Taro is dead, his younger brother has taken over his baton.
Jiang Xia touched her chin: We are becoming more and more destined. Let’s take a group photo when we have time. I hope I can take a live photo this time.
…
Digging site.
Inozuka Jiro was too lazy to say more to President Rokujo. The front desk was still busy rehearsing the catwalk, so he didn't notice the people in the dim corridor on the other side, and hurriedly left with Naoko Tormaru.
President Rokujo also plans to leave.
But before he left, a beautiful blonde girl walked up the steps and looked at him with a frown: "Do you really want to drag that designer named Naoko into our company? I checked, that woman
There are no works at all, and the few pieces I have occasionally are ugly. What’s wrong with your taste?”
"Oh, you don't understand." President Rokujo showed a mysterious smile, "If it weren't for Naoko, a third-rate company like Boda would have collapsed in an instant."
The two people walked towards this place while talking, and soon saw a group of high school students carrying luggage.
They obviously didn't take this group of students to heart and walked by while chatting without even bothering to take a second look.
Wait until they go away.
Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems they don't mind being eavesdropped. It's okay, okay."
Conan keenly noticed another important point: "Why can Miss Naoko affect the survival of the company?"
The assistant froze and smiled awkwardly: "This...maybe he was talking nonsense. Maybe President Rokujo just wanted to chase Naoko and have an office romance with her. In order to prevent his subordinates from objecting, he
I made up a reason to poach people that is irresistible - well, you are here to travel, don't worry about those messy things, just enjoy your life."
…
The assistant quickly took them to the guest room.
Jiang Xia pushed the door open and walked in. What he saw was an elegantly decorated room. The furnishings in the room revealed a hint of the luxurious style of the last century, and there were tall potted plants in the corners. Looking out from the window was a rich emerald green, and the scenery was fresh and pleasant.
Jiang Xia lowered his head and glanced at the door lock, and found that like the room decoration, the door here was also a common style in old buildings: it would not automatically lock after closing, and you had to use a key whether you wanted to open or close the door.
"It seems that you don't have to worry about accidentally locking yourself out." Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko are quite optimistic, "There should be no thieves in this kind of private manor, and the accommodation environment can be rated as five stars!"
…
Jiang Xia packed up her luggage and went out again to meet up with some classmates.
Regarding the next trip, he thought about it: "There are many guests in the banquet hall, I think..."
Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan understood instantly: "Let's go, hand out business cards first, and after handing them out we will go somewhere else to play together."
Conan: "..." Jiang Xia really perseveres in expanding his business wherever he goes. No wonder the number of cases around him is no less than before he became smaller - when it comes to detectives, Jiang Xia is really dedicated.
When several people went down to the banquet hall.
the other side.
There was an intermission during the rehearsal. Masumi Takamori went to the venue and found that there was no work to do, so she had to go back to the room to put away her luggage.
After entering the room, she turned around and closed the door. She breathed a sigh of relief and enjoyed this rare alone time. At the same time, she thought about how to avoid contact with Jiang Xia in the future, so as not to be spotted by the keen detective.
However, at this moment, Takamori Masumi inadvertently lowered his head and discovered that there was an envelope at his feet - it looked like someone had stuffed it through the crack in the door before.
"What's this……"
Takamori Masumi picked up the envelope and took out the contents, and found that they were two photos.
After seeing the scene taken above clearly, her hand shook violently and the photo fell to the ground.
——In the photo, the body of her ex-boyfriend was clearly captured, as well as the way she disguised herself and dumped the body by the lake.
The next moment, the landline phone in the room suddenly rang.
Masumi Takamori suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the landline phone in fear. After a long time, she gritted her teeth and walked over and answered the phone.
A voice changed by a voice changer came from the receiver: "You saw the photo, right?"
Takamori Masumi clenched her fist tightly: "Who are you?!"
"I'm the one who opened the corpse's eyes." The person on the other side of the receiver laughed softly, "It's a surprise, my ex-boyfriend never died in peace."
Masumi Takamori: "..." Abnormal!!
The man opposite said calmly: "You can call me 'Funeral Silver Coin'."
……silver?
Takamori Masumi suddenly remembered the French currency hanging next to the body last night.
…
At the same time, in the hall.
The guests were walking around and talking, and the waiters were busy setting up the banquet table.
And in the midst of a lively scene.
In the corner of the banquet hall, Kaname Inukai, the vice president of Boduo Fashion Design Company, stared at a gift box that was delivered at an unknown time and frowned: "What is this?"