Chapter 3150 3162 [Analysis of Passerby Mutual Aid Association] Ask for monthly ticket (づど)

Watching the scene in the video, the dark members of the Passersby Mutual Aid Association who were watching also felt something was wrong.

Finally, someone spoke up first.

Cohen: [That Mr. Aramaki...could he be dead?]

“…”

No one spoke, but it was obvious that after watching Uzo's many performances, similar thoughts had already flashed through their minds.

In a hotel in Okinawa.

Curacao looked at his cell phone, then at the video footage of Aramaki Yoshiichi that he had urgently retrieved on his computer.

...If this guy is already dead, then what is the point of all the information she collected urgently?

Gritting his teeth, Curacao reached out and silently deleted the "Yoshiichi Aramaki's behavioral habits" and "convenient and available poisoning methods" that he had just summarized.

At this time, there was movement in the passers-by mutual aid association again.

Chianti: [You are stupid! If he is dead, then who answered the phone just now?]

Vodka: "..." As expected, the dumber the person, the more they like to call others dumb...

Vodka: [It’s not like Aramaki took the call himself, otherwise he wouldn’t have remained silent.]

——"Offended a lot of people", "Was late for the dinner party", "Answered the phone but didn't say anything"...

On Uzo's stage, these factors put together are enough to form an unlucky corpse.

Chianti: [So that's the phone call the murderer answered? In that case, your murderer list only listed the three fishermen who were present, and missed the real murderer who was guarding the body - such a big mistake, don't think of revealing it unless you compensate each of us with a few small black coins.]

"How many coins per person?" Vodka's eyes twitched. "Do you think my little black coins are worthless? Three of them are enough to buy the life of an official!"

After complaining about this woman's big mouth, Vodka touched his chin and began to think.

...Could it be that he really guessed wrong, and the murderer was not these three fishermen, but someone else?

"No, that's not right. After so many cases, don't I know Uzo's routine? The more alibis there are, the more suspicious it is.

"Add to that the storm eight years ago, and the fathers who died on the same day... If the murderer is not among these three people, I will go and work as Uzo's assistant for a month... half a day!"

After secretly saying these harsh words in his heart, seeing Chianti kept nagging about compensation, Vodka simply waved his hand and added an "other" option to the murderer's column.

——Didn’t he say that he had drawn the wrong range? Then just put the small black coin on top of the others.

"Chianti and Cohen are lucky. They have made several correct guesses before, so they should have a lot of small black coins on hand.

"In order to prevent the currency value from being disordered, it's time to find a way to recycle some of it... Heh, it's not that I'm stingy, but you brought it upon yourself."

Just as she was thinking happily, suddenly, there was a ding sound, and Chianti put her coin on the fat man in the blue vest.

At the same time, Cohen also moved his fingertips and bet on the grumpy red vest.

Vodka: “……?”

Vodka: [@Chianti. Didn’t you say the murderer wasn’t among these three? Why didn’t you bet on “others”? Did you click the wrong number?]

Chianti: [Haha, only a fool would bet on anything else! I just want to extort a few coins from you.]

Chianti: [Besides, the three suspects are all there, and the motive is sufficient, how come a new murderer who has never been seen suddenly appears? Do you know anything about Uzo?]

Vodka: “…”

Two veins slowly bulged on his forehead, and he reached into his clothes and gripped the handle of the tranquilizer gun fiercely: "..." He actually doubted his own judgment because of this woman's nonsense... He was also questioned by this poor student whether he knew Uzo...

If he wasn't afraid that this sniper would shoot him due to shaking hands during future missions, he really wanted to kick this bitch woman out of the Passersby Mutual Aid Association!

...But of course, no matter how angry he was, as an experienced, adult and rational member of the organization, Vodka finally turned his anger into murderous intent, then gritted his teeth and skipped this topic and got to the point.

Just as most people had finished voting, Vodka closed the plate and asked: [Why did you choose this?]

Although Chianti is a headache most of the time, there is one good thing about it - it is not a riddle.

Sure enough, not long after, Vodka got the answer to this question from her: [Of course it was because the fat man was weird—they were both fishermen, but his two friends were tanned like charcoal, and only he was as white as a peanut. Something must be wrong, so it must be him!]

Vodka: "..." What kind of a reason is this! I asked you to analyze ouzo, but I didn't ask you to play the most basic spot the difference game among the three of you! Can't you say that person is born with fair skin and won't get tanned?

Cohen: [Chianti didn’t let me choose the same one as her. Of the other two, the one in the red vest had a few words with Uzodo, so I’ll choose him.]

Vodka: "..." What do you guys think of Uzo? He's not the kind of low-level director who needs direct contact to control the murderer...

After these two people, no one answered.

However, not answering in the mini program does not mean that I didn’t have it in my mind.

"There are too few clues. Can't we close the deal later?" Curacao hurriedly finished his submission before the countdown ended, and thought of the useless investigations he had just done. He was full of confidence just now, thinking that he had been enlightened and that he would definitely have a green light from now on. But now...

I can only guess based on Uzo's preferences and habits as I did before.

"I remember that Uzo seemed to prefer people with superior appearance. If among a group of ordinary-looking people, there is suddenly one who is particularly good-looking, then this poor person is likely to be picked by an unscrupulous director, and then under his admiring gaze, he will become a murderer or a corpse."

"But……"

But among the three fishermen today, one looks like a puffy white steamed bun, one looks like a skinny red pepper, and one looks like black reinforced concrete. If I had to choose the best looking one...

"The murderer should be the big guy who came last. Compared with the other two, he is sturdy. Although the shape of his chin is a bit strange, overall, his appearance is more in line with most people's aesthetics."

After having this inclination, Curacao thought more and more that it was him: "He arrived the latest, so he had time to kill the target and deal with the body."

"In addition, when the other two companions failed to get through on the phone, he insisted on making another call, and the call went through the first time... It is hard to believe that there is no trickery involved."

(End of this chapter)