Chapter 1854 1862 [Just Uzo's Order]
Masumi Takamori turned around from the window and looked at the president of the company, Inozuka, who offered her a modeling job after she entered the society and promoted her all the way. She buried her eyes in the shadow of her hair and whispered, "I am the 'Funeral Silver Coin'? How can you say such a thing so casually..."
Izuka Jiro looked at her expression and felt something was wrong. He stood up from the corpse cautiously to prevent the woman from going crazy and biting him. "Aren't you? Then tell me why you are standing in this secret room."
Hearing his honest questioning and the sincere doubts in his words, Takamori Masumi suddenly recalled the unforgettable scene he saw in elementary school.
The pair of beautiful little birds in the class inexplicably pushed their own eggs off the nest and smashed them to pieces, but they stood on the child's body as if nothing had happened, jumping and acting cute to the classmates with an innocent look on their faces.
"I used to respect you like an elder, even like a father. When I speculated who the 'Funeral Silver Coin' was, I excluded you first. But..."
Takamori Masumi sneered in despair, and suddenly raised her hand, holding a loaded pistol behind her back. She asked angrily, "Why am I standing in this room... Shouldn't I be asking you, 'Funeral Silver Coin'!!"
A gunshot rang out.
At a distance of less than three meters, gunshots and blood splattered almost simultaneously.
The bullet pierced his chest, and Jiro Izuka fell to the ground in shock. He never thought that this model, who was just an underage kid in his mind, actually had a gun hidden on him.
Until he lost consciousness, he still didn't understand why the plot was completely different from what he had planned.
——After Inukai Yosuke died, he guessed the identity of the "Funeral Silver Coin" and had already held the other party's handle.
According to Izuka Jiro's plan, after completing these serial murders, "Funeral Silver Coin" should have gone to the meeting place to kill Jiang Xia, or committed suicide, and sent the famous detective away in exchange...
But how come I was sent away first?
...And what on earth does Takamori Masumi have to do with this? She shouldn't be the one who sent the funeral silver coins.
In addition, why did Takamori Masumi ask him to send the silver coin to the funeral? How could Jiro Izuka use such a tortuous and insidious method to kill people!
“Mr. Inozuka?!
"...An ambulance, call an ambulance!"
With a head full of question marks, Jiro Izuka's consciousness gradually disappeared and sank into eternal darkness.
…
The ambulance came roaring in and then roared away carrying the dying Jiro Inozuka.
When the man was loaded onto the ambulance, Hashimoto Maya used a telescope to quietly observe the expressions of the medical staff. He noticed that one of them quietly shook his head at the other, and then the two men loaded Jiro Izuka onto the ambulance quickly but perfunctorily - it looked like the man was probably beyond saving.
“How can I put it?” Hashimoto Maya put down the telescope. She thought she would panic, but at this moment, she felt a numb tranquility after the storm. “I don’t feel surprised at all.”
Kurosawa and Ma went to ask around for information and came back with intelligence: "I heard that the murderer went crazy and took him away. Tsk tsk, this guy is really unlucky."
"Unlucky?" Hashimoto Maya laughed dryly and whispered, "It is true, but it is 'unlucky' in another sense."
Kurosawa and Ma were startled and looked at him warily: "Why are you talking so mysteriously? Can't you just say it directly? Do you know some inside information?"
Hashimoto Maya shook her head, as if she couldn't say much: "Let's talk about your next teammate. If your superior thinks I'm troublesome, I don't mind going solo. In addition, since Izuka Jiro is dead, isn't it your turn to make the decision now? I suggest you move to a place with fewer people, but don't choose an isolated island villa or something like that. Just find an ordinary house and live there."
"Let's talk about this later." Kurosawa Hema scratched his head, "Compared to the next hiding place, have you forgotten one thing? - Didn't that guy Zhuzhong use your name to send a message to Jiang Xia for a meeting last night? If you leave now, what if you are suspected of being the murderer?"
“…”
Hashimoto Maya suddenly remembered that such a thing had indeed happened. Her movements froze and she wished she could rush down and whip Inozuka Jiro's corpse again.
Soon he took another deep breath: No, I can't be angry, I can't be impulsive, I have to keep my mind calm...
He hurriedly recited his own anti-Uzo scripture in his mind and calmed down again.
Then he thought for a moment, stood up decisively, and went to pack his luggage: "Let's go. Jiang Xia won't find the wrong murderer. He knows we are innocent, and..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly froze. Hashimoto Maya stared at a piece of paper that had appeared in the pile of clothes without her knowing when, looking as if she had seen a ghost.
——It was a piece of simple and elegant letter paper, which was provided by the hotel.
At this time, there were only two short lines in the letter:
[Let's talk, I'm very interested in your friendship.
——Ouzo]
A few cute letters like bubbles fell into Hashimoto Maya's eyes, but they almost made him stop breathing.
...Just because this code made up of a string of letters represents the terrifying legend of that organization.
Even just this code name can make Hashimoto Maya's heart skip a beat. At this moment, when she thought about the way it appeared...
Maya Hashimoto felt as if a new poor quality railway had been built in her heart, with only a series of clattering noises.
Maya Hashimoto: "..." There were only two of them living in this room. Even the waiter would not come. In order to prevent him from escaping, the window was adjusted to a gap as wide as a fist. Not to mention a person, even a cat would have difficulty getting in.
...So how did this note appear here? !
First of all, exclude myself. Even if I was sleepwalking, I would not write such a terrible thing.
So could it be Jiro Izuka, or... Kazuma Kurosawa?
Hashimoto Maya calmly hid the note, slowly turned her head, looked at Kurosawa Kazuma, and for the first time examined him very seriously.
Kurosawa and Ma felt their backs go numb when he was stared at: "?"
Hashimoto Maya: “…”
...It doesn't look like it.
Even if it was really Kurosawa Kazuma who brought the note in, this guy probably didn't do it on his own initiative, but was accidentally tricked.
Hashimoto Maya: “…” But if a note could be brought in by trickery, if poison could be brought in, if someone could go crazy and rush into the house in the middle of the night and strangle him to death… After all, Hashimoto Maya was a member of an organization that lived on the edge of a knife. In an instant, a hundred and one ways of her own death emerged in her mind, and the hairs on her back could not help but stand on end.
(End of this chapter)
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