Chapter 1609-1617 [Ireland, four times...]
Miss Spider: "..." I didn't expect that even ghosts have to work. In fact, she seemed to be very idle before, but since she became Uzo's secretary...
The Q version of the ghost fetus moved the sharp claws behind it, hugged the falling shikigami and puppet clay in the air, and sighed slightly: "..." Alas, so busy.
I hope the psychic master can find a new secretary soon to share the ghost work.
…
On the other side, the first floor of the theater.
A tall man in a security uniform was walking quickly toward the side door along a sparsely populated employee passage.
Ireland straightened his security hat that had run askew, glanced down at the watch on his wrist, and calculated the time taken, feeling a little annoyed.
I didn't expect it would take so long to go downstairs... Thinking of the two security captains who had just stopped him without any tact, the murderous intent in Ireland's heart began to boil like a boiling pot.
If it were in the past, the two men would have had their necks broken and been stuffed into some utility room in the building, waiting for Ireland's men to come and fake an "accidental death" or disappearance scene.
But now, at this critical moment when Uzo was watching him, Ireland knew that he could no longer kill anyone easily. He even had to try his best to avoid any criminal acts that would lead to arrest by the police, so as to avoid being taken advantage of by Uzo during the action... just like poor Mr. Pisk.
Although I have been unlucky recently, fortunately, the news I receive now is not all bad.
——Although Ireland looked very brave and came alone to the theater building controlled by Uzo, in fact, he was not really reckless enough to come alone.
After arriving near the building, he carefully selected a confidant whom he absolutely trusted and asked him to wait for him outside and be ready to pick him up at any time.
…
According to the information just brought by the confidant, after Kidd went upstairs, he did not escape from the roof by hang gliding.
In other words, there should still be time to catch up with this thief and ask for information about Uzo.
This comforted Ireland a little, and he secretly thought: "That strange thief might actually be an uncontrollable part of Uzo's plan... After all, if such a famous and highly skilled international thief really became Uzo's subordinate, or was completely controlled by Uzo, then there would be no way that there would be no movement in the organization.
“No matter how carefully Uzo conceals the news, the movement of funds and personnel will expose this new change.
"On the other hand, maybe what Uzo did here today was not just to target me, but also because he was targeting Kidd, the international thief? This is a tempting piece of fat meat, but Kidd is usually elusive and doesn't know anyone, making it difficult for Uzo to use his expertise."
Ireland tried his best to analyze the news that might be beneficial to him from the current situation: "Kidd can achieve what he has today. In addition to his superb skills, he should also have a good brain. Maybe after a few rounds, he has found some clues about Uzo.
"It would be great if we could cooperate with Kidd and get evidence of Uzo's exposure from him. Of course, after we deal with Uzo's matter, we can also cooperate on other things... For example, the various treasures stolen by the thief no longer need to be returned to their original owners in the future, but can be placed in a more appropriate place."
Ireland thought as he descended the last short flight of stairs.
He looked up and saw the side door of the theater building in front of him. The play had ended and the audience was leaving one after another. The side door was close to the parking lot, and through the transparent glass door, he could see many people passing by outside.
Ireland strode over and held out his hand toward the heavy doorknob.
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At the same time, on the rooftop directly above.
Kidd originally just wanted to stop Conan from kicking the football.
But after throwing playing cards at Conan for a while, he gradually found this mini detective rolling around to avoid attacks very interesting, like playing a game of whack-a-mole. So Kid gradually got excited and shot playing cards from the magic gun as if they were free.
The nimble mole rolled over and somehow reached the edge of the roof.
Kidd looked at Conan's narrow escape route and couldn't help but smile triumphantly: "It's over!"
As he said this, he pulled the trigger and fired a shot.
Conan dodged the poker card by moving sideways. But the next moment, he suddenly cried out "Ah!" and slipped as if he had lost his balance. He staggered to the side and then fell down from the top of the nearly 100-meter-high building, passing through the gap in the railings.
Kidd: “……???”
The international thief who was addicted to poker and gunfights was startled. Kidd came back to his senses from playing, rushed to the side of the building, and jumped down with a cold sweat, intending to rescue Conan before he was smashed into a pancake.
After two people jumped off the building one after another.
On the rooftop, another detective quickly ran to the railing and looked down.
Jiang Xia: “…” What should I do if my classmates died together with the thief?
Thinking about what Conan always does, he bent over the railing, put his hands to his mouth, and uttered the routine cry that should be heard here: "Conan--!!"
…
Directly below the three of them, at the side door.
Ireland pushed the door open and looked at the bustling crowd. He suddenly had some extremely unpleasant associations with this kind of street at night.
The next moment, he didn't know whether it was an illusion or an auditory hallucination, but he always felt as if there was a vague human voice coming from above his head. The voice was mixed in the night wind and could not be heard clearly, but the voice seemed familiar.
Ireland frowned and instinctively glanced up at the sky.
Then my heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It was dark, and it was hard to see anything in the sky, but Ireland's excellent eyesight and the occasional searchlight made him realize that something was wrong.
——Under the illumination of the ceiling light, something was falling rapidly from the roof. Judging from the blurry silhouette, it looked like two people, one big and one small!
Ireland: “…” They say that things never happen more than three times, but Uzo actually used the same trick four times… This is a humiliation, a naked humiliation!
Fortunately, the building this time was too tall and the wind was blowing upwards along the building, so the two people fell very slowly and the people downstairs were not in danger for the time being.
Ireland snorted coldly, intending to walk away quickly, away from this dangerous area, leaving the two Uzo's tools to be smashed into meat patties alone.
But before he could retract his gaze from the air, he suddenly felt a chill on his arm - a thin needle broke through his clothes, pierced into his muscle, and suddenly pushed in a stream of cold liquid.
“?!”
This sense of danger set off alarms in Ireland's mind.
He threw a powerful punch in that direction and tried to reach out to pull out the needle, but the man who had stabbed him with the needle while he was looking up at the sky jumped back nimbly and landed lightly, so Ireland couldn't hit anything.
(End of this chapter)
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