Chapter 15651573 [Vermouth and Uzo's "little secret"]
When Vermouth heard the news, she frowned: Vodka would not lie about this matter, but on the other hand, Uzo would never make such a mistake for no reason.
...Wait, a mistake?
Vermouth: “…” Speaking of which, from the perspective of the three of them, for these organizational cadres who knew that “Jiang Xia is Uzo”, this series of cases was indeed eye-catching.
But on the other hand, "there are many murders around famous detectives" has almost become common knowledge in the world - after all, if there are no murders and no cases to solve, then no matter how talented a person is, it will be difficult for him to grow into a famous detective.
Although there are few murders in London, other cases are not uncommon. Even if Wu Zuo only killed people from Tokyo in London, it would be difficult for the difficult police or other agencies to associate Jiang Xia with problems for no reason.
...In other words, apart from those who know Uzo, only those who know the existence of "Uzo" and know clearly that Uzo is at the crime scene can pay attention to these news and get clues about Uzo from them.
Vermouth: "..." Hmm? The more I think about it, the more I feel that this is more like a precise fishing behavior than a mistake?
As she thought about it, she took out her cell phone, tapped on the screen with her slender fingertips, and soon found the case that Vodka had just mentioned.
Case reports will naturally include some on-site pictures.
Vermouth swept her gaze over them, and her green eyes suddenly paused, her sight stopping on one of the photos.
Vermouth: "..." Why does the back figure in the corner look so much like Ireland? And in this case, Ireland is indeed in London recently.
Staring at the photo, Belmoor belatedly recalled the little feud between Uzo and Ireland.
She was well-informed in the organization, so she knew that Ireland hated Uzo because of Piske and was targeting him. She also knew that Uzo was targeting him because... well, Uzo didn't need to do anything - even if others didn't mess with him, Uzo would mess with them. Not to mention a guy like Ireland who came to her with malice and murderous intent. In Uzo's eyes, this was probably a gift from heaven.
With mixed feelings, Vermouth clicked on the photo and pinched it with two fingers to enlarge it.
As an expert in disguise who is well versed in the human body and skilled in medicine, Vermouth quickly discovered the problem - in the photo, Ireland's walking posture was not right, and he looked as if he had been seriously injured.
Vermouth: "..." Ireland is very skilled, alert, and perceptive. The person who could injure him like this...
Uzo's happy smiling face appeared in her mind.
...This series of cases was indeed Wuzo's bait to catch Irish. To Wuzo, the playability of Irish was probably no worse than Bourbon.
Just as I was thinking secretly, a voice suddenly came from the front row: "It seems that you know a lot of inside information."
Gin noticed her abnormality and was staring at her gloomily through the rearview mirror.
Vermouth: "..." Inside story? Oh, I'm just not as face-blind as you, so I can extract more information from the news.
Although it was not uncommon information that Wu Zuo was harming cadres, infighting among cadres was not what "that gentleman" wanted to see.
Thinking of Gin's respect and loyalty to the Boss, although she felt that the possibility of this man telling on the boss was low, Vermouth still did not reveal her discovery.
She just smiled mysteriously, lit a long cigarette, and took a long puff: "Wuzou has his own little secrets. If you are really curious, you can ask him directly."
When Vodka heard this, he quickly analyzed the subtext of Vermouth's words: "I know Uzo's plan, but I won't tell you."
He felt a chill on his back and leaned forward quietly, trying to move a little further away from the back seat: "..." Although he always felt that Vermouth's attitude towards Uzo was strangely friendly, he never expected that Vermouth knew the purpose of Uzo's trip to England... To round it off, she has now become Uzo's accomplice, and she deserves vigilance.
There was also a hint of surprise in Gin's eyes: It was very unusual that Uzo would share his script with others - normally, he should be thinking about how to attract more people to be his audience, and of course the audience cannot see the script, because once they know how the plot will develop next, the fun of watching the show will be reduced by half, and this must be the ending that Uzo does not want to see.
Thinking of this, he actually came to the same conclusion as Vodka. Gin glanced at Vermouth and snorted coldly: "When did you hook up with Uzo?"
Vermouth raised a finger to her lips and smiled mysteriously: "This is my little secret."
Gin: “…”…Sooner or later he would pack up these annoying Riddlers in the organization, lock them up in the interrogation room, and then whip them one by one.
But Vermouth refused to say anything, and no matter how much she asked, she could not get any information - it was impossible that she would really give the boss's favorite person interrogation drugs for such a small matter.
He sneered, using his nasal voice to express his disdain for the Riddler. He did not continue this unsolvable topic, but lowered his head to continue processing the documents in his hands.
The car became quiet again.
In the back seat, Vermouth stretched her body, taking the opportunity to move to a position where she would not be reflected by the rearview mirror. The smile on her face gradually disappeared.
Then she looked down at her phone again, carefully browsing the news that Jiang Xia had solved the case of a man falling from a building and losing his memory.
A piece of information that is easily overlooked caught Vermouth's attention - the person who fell from the building in this case hit an "innocent passerby" who was passing by. The passerby may not have come to his senses, so he instinctively fled from this part of the building which was too dangerous for him.
Combining the information before and after, Vermouth gradually confirmed one thing: "..." The "unlucky passerby" who was hit was most likely Ireland.
...It's no wonder he got hurt. After all, other moves can be defended, but people rarely look up when they walk. It's hard to defend against a deadly move that fell from the sky. Ireland was lucky to escape the scene.
Speaking of which…
Vermouth moved her fingertips slightly, silently searching for news about Jiangxia.
Then he looked at one of the massive cases and fell into deep thought.
——This is not the first time that Ireland has been “attacked” by someone falling from the sky.
Last time, he almost got hit, this time, he got hit on the shoulder. Next time...what will happen?
(End of this chapter)
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