Chapter 1763-1770 [Curaçao: The skirt was grabbed by the god of death] Ask for monthly tickets ()
Curacao: "..." Among this group of people with different characteristics, why did Wuzo choose such a person as his target? Did he think it would be more challenging?
Jiang Xia seemed not to notice that there was a colleague secretly observing him, and he continued his righteous detective behavior: "In fact, when you receive a threatening letter, the best way is to seek help from the police."
When President Ishimoto heard this suggestion, he frowned and remained silent.
At times like this, someone has to smooth things over. The female secretary explained, "The president is averse to the police because of some issues. And to be honest, it's just a threatening letter. Will the police really take it seriously?"
She shook her head and sighed: "I'm afraid the police will only investigate seriously when something bad happens. But by then, it will be too late."
This is true, but Curacao still sighed at her naivety: "..." Isn't it the same for detectives, especially the fake detective sitting opposite you who is full of bad intentions.
But the fake detective himself obviously didn't have this awareness. He actually sighed, as if he was also condemning the police's inefficiency. Then Jiang Xia took over the commission without any pangs in his conscience: "Leave it to me."
The female secretary and President Ishimoto felt relieved when they saw how reliable he was.
Curacao: "..." You can't judge a person by his appearance. It's a pity that some naive clients will never learn such a simple truth...
Just as she was thinking about it, someone suddenly tugged at the hem of her clothes.
“?!”
Curacao suddenly looked down and saw a first-grade boy running to her legs at some point - she didn't even notice when the child came over.
Curacao was slightly startled at first by the mysterious child, and then he remembered that this seemed to be the child who always appeared next to Uzo and was highly valued by Uzo.
The sirens in her heart suddenly sounded like the tide.
But as a senior member, no matter what she was thinking, Curacao's expression never changed much. She kept smiling: "What's wrong, little brother?"
Curacao was disguised as a staff member at the banquet.
Conan's attention was all on the suspicious man standing in the corridor. He hadn't noticed anything wrong with the older sister yet. He pointed at the camera in Curacao's hand and said in a cute voice like a child: "Can you take a picture of me?"
The banquet hall is not only a place for exchanging business cards, but some guests also want to take photos with important people whom they rarely see in their daily lives.
In such occasions, it is inconvenient for guests to bring their own cameras, so the waiters at the venue carry one with them to help take pictures at any time.
Curacao was holding a camera in his hand.
If she heard a child make such a request under normal circumstances, she would just think that the child was imitating adults and having fun.
But at this moment, Curacao looked at Conan and felt that this child was entangled with puppet threads full of conspiracy, and now someone wanted to use Conan to entangle these threads on her.
Curacao: “…” He didn’t even let such a young child go. This guy Uzo really has no bottom line… Tsk, come to think of it, what on earth does he want to do?
Curacao's mind was full of thoughts and he wanted to stay away from this kid, but he couldn't refuse such a request without reason.
It seemed that nothing would go wrong if she took a photo, unless she happened to take a photo of someone like Pisco shooting at the ceiling with a gun, and then the other party wanted to silence her... She tried to clear her mind of distracting thoughts and smiled sweetly, "Of course."
Conan immediately ran to the open space nearby and made a common scissors hand pose, signaling her to take a photo.
Curacao raised his camera, made sure that no one in the background was committing murder, and then hesitantly pulled the trigger.
The camera clicked and recorded Conan's innocent figure.
The background behind him just happened to include the exit of the banquet hall. Among the countless celebrities, a young man wearing sunglasses was leaning there, watching everything in the hall quietly.
…
"I really don't have any enemies, because I haven't done anything to cause hatred!"
Next to him, President Ishimoto was still concentrating on talking to Jiang Xia about his commission. The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said seriously, "But a behemoth like me, even if I just live an ordinary life, may have a huge impact on some people... But this is definitely not my problem! It's not a reason for those people to send me threatening letters!"
Jiang Xia nodded and listened: "So that's how it is. OK, I think I understand."
At this time, it was time for the commendation ceremony to begin.
The lights in the hall went out, and it was dark. The host in a suit and tie stepped onto the stage, and the stage lights shone from different directions, converging into a bright beam that enveloped him.
The only light source in the dim hall immediately focused all the guests' attention on the host.
"The commendation ceremony is about to begin." The host didn't stay here for too long. He quickly introduced the real focus of this event. "Next, please invite Mr. Masao Takada, a member of the House of Representatives, to give a speech for us!"
The guests gave a round of applause out of respect.
Amid the heated atmosphere, a beam of light shone down from the lighting on the second floor, right on Councillor Takata.
The congressman, who originally had an ordinary or even ugly appearance, was enhanced by the beam of light and suddenly had an extra majestic aura.
Sensing the admiring gazes from all around him, Councillor Takada smiled smugly. His well-dressed secretary pushed the crowd aside for him, and he walked towards the stage leisurely like a local emperor.
Mao Lilan was a little surprised when she saw this scene. She whispered to Jiang Xia and Suzuki Sonoko, "With so many people, the searchlight can find where Councillor Takada is in no time. If I were to look for him, I'm afraid it would take me a while."
This couldn't be blamed on her poor eyesight. After all, the participants of this banquet were mostly middle-aged men who were old and lacked exercise. Looking around, the hall was full of bald heads, beer bellies, and dark suits. Everyone looked like they were cast from the same mold, and it was even harder to tell them apart when looking from above.
Suzuki Sonoko was very knowledgeable about this. She threw a cookie into her mouth and said while chewing, "In the past, we would determine our positions in advance, but technology has developed rapidly recently, so banquet halls now generally give people who are about to go on stage to give a speech a positioning device. Wearing it on the body can automatically focus the lights, which is very convenient."
Jiang Xia looked at Councillor Takada walking through the crowd and said, "The lights follow very smoothly. It seems to be the latter."
Mao Lilan followed his gaze and suddenly felt that this congressman took a long time to walk through the crowd. "Why didn't he go directly to the stage? Why did he have to walk around in the crowd?"
(End of this chapter)
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