Chapter 17621769 [Threat Letter]
Although killing the congressman was urgent, it was not urgent to the point where he had to be assassinated immediately after the banquet.
Curacao's visit this time was actually a rehearsal: she had no intention of doing anything illegal at the banquet, and she also had a complete fake identity that could withstand verification. The police would not pose a threat to her. As for the others, Curacao believed in her own skills. If someone wanted to harm her, it would not be difficult for her to dodge in time and avoid death.
If Wu Zuo was hostile to her, this incident would be a good opportunity for her to prepare herself, and it could be regarded as a rehearsal for future hostility.
It would be best if there was no hostility.
But thinking about Ireland and Bourbon...Okay, let's forget about Ireland, because that guy took the initiative to find Uzo. But Bourbon didn't do anything, and was targeted for no reason. If Uzo also targeted her like this, she should at least think of a way to deal with it in advance.
Curacao: “…” Speaking of which, what’s the situation with this middle-aged man opposite Uzo?
Her thoughts returned to the scene.
Curacao glanced at the beer-bellied man in front of Jiang Xia, and a series of information about the other party quickly flashed through his mind, secretly guessing Uzo's plan and the methods he might use.
——Does Usa want President Ishimoto to kill someone and then hide the head in his beer belly to get away with it?
No, no, although Wu Zuo had such a bad taste, she had seen the information of all the participants in this banquet. At least from the physical examination, President Ishimoto's beer belly was real and could not be stuffed with anything else.
So what did Uzo want to do to him?
Curacao had to observe her assassination target, the congressman, while at the same time she couldn't take her attention away from Jiang Xia. The banquet hadn't started for long yet, and she was already a little tired.
Curacao: “…” It’s better not to be distracted at this time. There is no need to kill the congressman at the banquet anyway. Why not focus on Uzo first?
After establishing a new direction of observation, she finally reorganized her thoughts and continued her observation, which she was not sure whether it was useful or not.
…
Next to Jiangxia.
Of course, President Ishimoto didn't take anything strange out of his stomach.
He gestured to the secretary behind him, who immediately understood. She lowered her head, rummaged through her wallet, and took out an unsigned letter.
"It's like this." The female secretary handed the letter to Jiang Xia, "Not long ago, our president received a threatening letter."
This letter is a little more professional than the letter that Ito Tamonsuke used to deceive the members last night. It is not handwritten but printed.
When I unfolded the letter, I saw two lines of big words written on it:
You have no value in living
I will definitely kill you.]
There was no extortion of money, nor any other demands, just this simple sentence, which made it seem like a vendetta was about to take place.
Suzuki Sonoko read the letter unconsciously aloud.
Curacao lowered his eyes when he heard her words: These clients really don't learn from their mistakes. How many of those who asked Uzo to solve the threatening letters are still alive? Either they are dead or in prison.
It seems that Uzo's target this time is most likely President Ishimoto.
…
Conan was also reading the letters, but whether it was Jiang Xia or Maori Kogoro, or even himself before he became smaller, they had seen too many threatening letters.
So while he was listening to his secretary, his attention couldn't help but become distracted, and he instinctively turned to look at a tall man not far away.
The man was talking to a middle-aged man who was well-dressed, wearing a tailor-made suit and a high-end watch.
The middle-aged man looked like a pampered boss, but at this moment he kept bowing and nodding to the tall man opposite who was younger than him, and was very fawning.
Although the tall man was smiling and looked very polite, he was very calm in the face of the other party's nods and bows, and did not make any gesture of returning the greeting. It was obvious that he was used to being flattered in this way.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Xia was actually quite concerned about his movements. In between reading the letter, he glanced down at him.
Conan quietly pointed over there: "I was wondering what that person does, he seems to have a very high status."
Conan is playing a guessing game like Sherlock Holmes, where he knows the other person's occupation after just one encounter. Unfortunately, not all jobs can be recognized at a glance, so he has to look a few more times.
The answer was gradually coming to his mind. But at this moment, Jiang Xia glanced at the tall man, and then the correct answer was first smeared on Conan's face: "Oh, that, that's Councillor Takada's secretary, we've met before."
Conan: “…”
…Next time you involve Jiang Xia in your thinking, he will be a dog!
He silently took out his noise-isolating earplugs.
But then he thought, since he had guessed everything, there was no point in wearing this thing. Conan silently put the earplugs back in.
The tall man they were observing, or the congressman's secretary, was taking out his wallet from his inner pocket, intending to exchange business cards with the middle-aged man opposite him, but he accidentally took out a lighter from his pocket.
He squatted down and picked up the dropped items, then continued to hand over the business card.
The congressman's secretary was having a pleasant conversation with the middle-aged man, but Conan had completely lost interest in him.
"Look at it from a bright side. I have actually already guessed that it was a politician's secretary, but I just didn't have the chance to say it." Conan comforted himself in his heart, and then he quickly began to look for the next target to observe and guess. "As long as I don't keep the suspense and tell the other party's identity as soon as I guess it, I haven't lost!"
Thinking of this, Conan shifted his gaze and looked at the corridor next to the venue.
There, a young man wearing a pair of brown glasses was leaning against the entrance of the passage, silently observing everyone in the hall.
Whether it was his age, glasses or expression, this person was out of place with the other guests who were busy socializing in the banquet hall. Conan couldn't help but frown as he watched him.
This time, Jiang Xia just glanced over there and did not disturb the elementary school students' guessing game.
After all, there are customers waiting across the street, and we can’t leave them alone for too long.
Jiang Xia then casually said, "Excuse me, do you have any enemies recently?"
President Ishimoto shook his head: "Not at all! That's why I find it so confusing."
Curacao, who was eavesdropping quietly, said: “…” Haha, everyone who has been murdered by a vendetta would say this.
but……
She quickly read the information of the president in her mind like reading a picture book, and then frowned slightly in confusion: Although this president Ishimoto has a face full of flesh, dark skin, and does not look like a good person, he is indeed not very offensive compared to other people in the banquet hall, and his business is also relatively honest.
(End of this chapter)
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