Chapter 19001908 [Uzo's photo]

The group of people in the restaurant followed Jiang Xia's gaze and looked at Hashimoto Maya.

Hashimoto Maya: “…”

Although he knew Jiang Xia had good intentions and didn't want to take credit for it, he was forced to be in the public eye. This member of the organization who was supposed to adhere to the principle of "hiddenness" couldn't help but make the iced black tea on his body a little stronger.

Fortunately, in the eyes of a serious detective, the most important thing is to solve the case.

After a while, Jiang Xia finally remembered the important matter and turned around to ask Fuwa Mingmei: "You knew he was a drug dealer, but you didn't arrest him?"

"There is no evidence." Fuwa Mingmei sighed and put out the cigarette.

"That guy was too cunning. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't catch him at his trading site. We only found some of his suspected clients - the deceased female group leader and the scriptwriter. Not long after we got this clue, 'Red Bearded Santa Claus' died in his room."

"I see." Jiang Xia, "That is to say, the drug dealer was most likely killed by the two of them, and now, the two of them have been avenged by the dead drug dealer - of course, a dead person cannot avenge himself, so the murderer who signed his name in blood as 'Santa Claus with a Red Beard' should be someone related to the real 'Santa Claus with a Red Beard'."

Police Inspector Fuwa shrugged and said, "Maybe, but unfortunately we don't know who that person is yet. Humph, I will definitely find him out."

After he left, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but whisper to Jiang Xia, "She's probably looking for your help in a roundabout way. She gave us a good scolding when we first arrived - wouldn't it have been nice if we had discovered how powerful the detective is sooner?"

Jiang Xia nodded: "It's not too late now, her clues may be very useful."

…

There were no drama performances today and the whole day was peaceful.

However, the troupe was missing two leaders, and the remaining actors' enthusiasm dropped. They were obviously hesitant about whether to continue to perform the play.

The end result was that the actors spent the entire day in the lounge organizing props and flipping through the script intermittently - like a group of slackers who didn't want to work after their leader died suddenly, but felt it was inappropriate to just give up.

A group of three temporary workers were also called to help, and they spent the whole day fishing.

…

"What a quiet day." Jiang Xia stretched in the room, looking at the yard covered with snow, and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, I've been busy with the troupe's affairs and haven't taken a photo with Izuka Saburo yet. I don't know if he'll be luckier than his older brothers and live to see the end of the case."

The ghosts were also thinking about this question, and had already placed bets behind the back of their psychic master. Wisps of murderous aura were pushed onto the gambling table, which was being carefully controlled by Miss Spider.

When they heard Jiang Xia talking about this, they all turned their heads to look over, obviously very interested in it.

Jiang Xia thought about it and decided not to take the risk: this was the last child of the Izuka family. And coincidentally, his name was only one letter different from the name of Vodka, "Izuka Saburo". It was a rare opportunity - whether he could survive was up to him, but he had to take a commemorative photo before anything happened.

"But I don't have the habit of taking photos with others before. If I suddenly ask him to take a photo at this time, what if he suddenly dies or something happens to him later, will I become suspicious?" Jiang Xia thought carefully.

Then he quickly made a decision: "It's just for Vodka and Gin to see anyway, so it doesn't matter if I don't appear in the photo - let's use the 'Kurosawa Sa' account. Gin's real name happens to be Kurosawa, so taking a photo of Kurosawa Sa and Izuka Saburo and sending it to Kurosawa Jin and Uozuka Saburo is very memorable."

So he quickly picked up Jinpei Matsuda, threw him into the clay, and started to pile up puppets.

Matsuda Jinpei: “…”

It has wanted to say many times that the name Kurosawa Zuo is not very nice, but... Oh, forget it, it's just a pseudonym to make a living, the psychic can be called whatever he wants.

…

At night, the work was finally finished and the group of people returned to their rooms in twos and threes.

Although for the three temporary workers, in theory, it is safest for the three of them to always act as a group.

But in actual practice, if the three strong men sneak around and stick together wherever they go, not only will this easily attract a lot of attention, but they will also feel weird in their hearts and their self-esteem will be destroyed.

Therefore, at some obviously safe times and places, the actions of the three people would not be so extreme.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were many people outside and there would be no murder, the three of them played rock-paper-scissors.

Then the other two went upstairs, and the loser, Izuka Saburo, went to the front desk to change the room card.

This hotel uses electronic magnetic cards. For security reasons, the cards are reset at midnight, and the magnetic cards from the previous day become ineffective and unusable. So they are used to going to the front desk before going to bed to pick up the cards for the next day.

After receiving the card, Izuka Saburo turned around and prepared to go back to his room.

When he reached the corner of the second and third floors, the people he was traveling with had already left. He was about to quicken his pace to cross this dangerous no-man's land, but at this moment, a man came down from the front.

The man was wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and had fluffy curly hair. Seeing him, the man in black nodded at him and said casually, "Are you Izuka Saburo? Thank you for sending Torimaru here before."

"Ah, it's okay, you're welcome." Although his mind was still confused, Saburo Izuka responded instinctively.

After saying that, he slowly digested the short sentence. He raised his head and his mind exploded: Torimaru? ! What Torimaru? Which Torimaru? ... Could it be the woman who he failed to silence and was almost shot in the head by the other party? The woman who for some reason Hashimoto Maya firmly believed to be "that thing"? !

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Izuka Saburo's brain was overloaded. The first clear thought that popped up was: Haha, he said that Torimaru Naoko couldn't be "that thing"! Otherwise, how could she be sent back and forth like a commodity? Such an obvious fact, no one knows why Hashimoto Maya refused to believe it.

Immediately afterwards, a deeper thought struck him: Then, on the other hand, who could say such words now?

For a moment, Izuka Saburo wanted to poke his eyes out: "I, I, I... I didn't see anything! Nothing happened tonight. I don't know you. Don't worry, I know the rules!"

The man in black laughed. "Don't be so reserved. I'm just an ordinary citizen. I came to see you because I thought you were a good match for me and wanted to take a photo with you. You shouldn't mind, right?"

The words were polite, but Izuka Saburo didn't hear any room for refusal.

He looked up and found that the man in black actually held up a mobile phone: "Come, look at the camera."

(End of this chapter)