Calvados murmured to himself: "Maybe the administrators can see how long each person viewed the photo from the background, so they will kick out those who close quickly, thinking that they are not pure enough fans?"
The more I think about it, the more reasonable it becomes.
With this in mind, Calvados clicked on Belmode's forum to verify his conjecture and see if closing the photo in advance would result in being kicked out.
But……
"If it is removed, my level, collected illustrations, and the out-of-print titles I have worked so hard to save will all be cleared."
Calvados's mouse hovered over the close button, and it was difficult to lower it.
After a while, when the photo closed automatically, he gritted his teeth and returned to the previous interface, re-entered Jiang Xia's forum, and immersed himself in answering questions.
——It’s just a topic for two hours. Is his love for the goddess only worth these two hours?
Of course not only!
Thinking of this, Calvados gritted his teeth and answered the questions harder.
At the same time, he regretted in his heart: "I am still too lazy. If I had become the administrator of the forum, I would have directly known the rules of the backend without having to think of ways to try. It's all my fault. Why do they always arrange long-term arrangements for me?
A month and a half of tracking mission? Missing from time to time for so long, there is no way I can pass the assessment and become a manager..."
However, the matter has come to this, and it is too late to regret.
Calvados could only answer the question harder...
Then, after enduring to stare at the annoying guy in the photo for a few seconds... I was kicked out of the forum again.
"..."
With a bang, in a room in Osaka, an innocent laptop was punched to pieces.
…
a few hours ago.
When the bride's brother was being escorted into a police car with his head downcast.
In the "Passers-by Mutual Aid Association".
Seeing that the Osaka police and Tokyo police behaved exactly the same when facing Jiang Xia, Curaçao recovered from the loss of Xiaowu coins again, and suddenly had the illusion that Jiang Xia was still in Tokyo.
Obviously, she was not the only one who felt the same way. Chianti was already typing: [When did this guy recruit the police in Osaka!]
Vodka: "..." That's right! If you develop your power indiscriminately, brother, don't worry about it!
He was about to sing along with Chianti to arouse the alert of Brother Gin. However, before he had time to type, the unreliable sniper's attention had already moved to another matter.
Chianti: [Speaking of which, when the groom’s body was discovered, the “gunshot” was actually made by a bird repellent—you guys can’t even tell the difference between real and fake gunshots!]
"..."
The corners of Vodka's eyes were beating wildly, and he finally couldn't help but choked: "You are the same!"
Cohen bubbled: [The sound of gunfire is very similar to the sound of firecrackers, not to mention that it is still spinning around in the monitor, and the distortion is normal.]
Vodka: "..." It makes sense, but why didn't you say something when Chianti was complaining just now? Only now did you slowly come out and say something fair?
Behind the screen on the other side.
Gin didn't care about winning or losing the bet. He watched the development of things in silence, and suddenly realized that the problem he was worried about just now had been solved.
——Unlike ordinary wives who are likely to sell off their assets and spend the rest of their lives with a large amount of money, the Hatakeyama family knows how quickly money can make money. These people who are full of capital will never let that money go to waste.
They will just continue to run the club.
But now that the shares are dispersed, and another family head has just died, the organization can intervene at this time, not only to continue the previous cooperation, but even to take advantage of the situation... to provide help in the snow and obtain more benefits.
Not only did this not disturb the organization's plan, but it actually overfulfilled the task - if it were anyone else who came to knock on it, even if he personally took action, it would be impossible to do it more beautifully than it is now.
[good.]
Thinking about Uzo and the other weird guys in the organization, Gin typed out a few words: [He is still as measured as before.]
——In this aspect, you should also learn more from him.
Others: “…”
They didn't know Calvados' mission tonight. In addition, what happened just now was that "the shotgun was found, and they were sweating for Calvados, but suddenly a murderer took the initiative to take the blame."
It was an impressive thing, so when they saw that measured sentence, everyone couldn't help but think differently.
Chianti: [Yeah, I can’t tell that the Uzos are pretty good. When they found the gun just now, I thought Calvados was going to be doomed.]
Cohen: "..."
He opened the mailbox silently, preparing to give Chianti a good reminder so that his colleague, who had not turned around for a while, should not take it lightly.
In the distance, Curacao, who was on a business trip, saw these two adjacent sentences and couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.
"Uzo protected Calvados from the wind and rain, but that guy was also responsible for this Category 16 typhoon. How could that shrewd Gin not see through such a simple thing?"
Curacao only felt a chill slowly sliding down his spine: "Or, in his heart, Gin already felt that it was natural for the passing cadres to be played by Uzo, as long as he didn't play it wrong?"
"This guy who helps the gangster... Although in some aspects, Uzo is indeed outstanding to a level that even 100 trash bundles can't match, but is Gin's idea really based on his own will?"
Curacao has always felt that Gin is a very dangerous person.
Now he's more dangerous, but in a completely different sense.
Thinking of Gin's figure again at this time, Curaçao felt that behind that pitch-black figure, there seemed to be another, deeper curtain.
"I'd better try to have as little contact with gin as possible from now on." Curacao sighed silently, "Fortunately, rum and gin are not easy to deal with. Our interactions are very few in the first place...but in the future, it must become
Less will do.”
"Of course, it would be great if I could be transferred out of Tokyo once and for all and work elsewhere. But Rum actually refused to approve it, and I couldn't use the excuse of 'hiding from Uzo' to request the transfer. If I remember correctly, Rum wanted to
Zuo also recruited him to work under him..."
The more I think about it, the deeper Curacao’s resentment towards Rum becomes.
Realizing that her mentality was wrong, she suddenly became alert and silently recited the anti-Uzo rules she got from Vodka: Although she always felt that this thing was useless because it was too fancy, but it was idle... What if it was really useful?
…
Vodka didn't know he had succeeded in his mission.
At this time, he was busy sorting out this latest case, and planned to review it afterwards to find out his shortcomings.