Chapter 1858 1866 [Intimate Subordinates] Asking for Monthly Tickets (`)
Not long after, Curacao, who was on a business trip, felt his phone vibrate and received a specially marked message.
“……” She put away the gun, walked around the pool of blood on the ground, and tiredly opened her mailbox to take a look.
As expected, there was news coming from there again. Kurosawa Kazuma:
[The "George" follows the high school detective, and they get in the police car together!
Has he been exposed? Does he need to be killed urgently?]
“…”
Curacao was first alerted by the word "police car", but soon, when she saw the word "high school student detective" in front of her, she silently deleted the words she had just typed and typed a new one:
[Don't worry.
Everything is under control.]
After replying the message, Curacao asked someone to come and clean up the scene, while tiredly opening the car door and getting into the driver's seat. Then she stepped on the accelerator and drove away, implementing the organization's essential principle of "killing people and leaving."
On the way, thinking of the recent series of emails, Curacao sighed silently: "..." These subordinates used to be very autonomous and did not dare to provoke the cadres. They handled everything by themselves. But now, they are like puppets who rely on their superiors and have to ask her whether there is anything or not.
It was just that these things did need to be asked. More importantly, because of some uncertain factors around his subordinates, Curacao could not reply to them with words like "Don't bother me, handle everything yourself" - otherwise, who knows what disaster movie-like scenes will turn out in the end.
"... That being said, they ask too often. Don't they have a brain?" Curacao's mind started to work. "It's probably that Hashimoto Maya who led him astray. He's really not an easy person to deal with, as he's good at betraying his superiors... He deserves to be targeted by Uzo."
…
“A-choo!”
In the police car, Maya Hashimoto was looking out the window and suddenly sneezed.
Then he rubbed his nose silently, thinking woodenly: "…" Who is talking about me? It can't be Uzo.
On the way to the police station, police cars led the way and the passage was extremely smooth.
But Hashimoto Maya was not in a very happy mood. He carefully shrank to the center of the car, fearing that some hot-tempered loyal colleague would see him from the window and shoot him to silence him on the spot.
Hashimoto Maya: "..." Speaking of which, she was a person who had never been in a police car. But ever since she was forced to get involved with Uzo because of Mr. Ireland, riding in a police car seemed to have become a common occurrence, happening every now and then - especially after leaving the death plane.
The only comforting thing is that he is either a victim or an innocent passerby. Although he has experienced some terrible things along the way, such as being stabbed through by a steel knife falling from the sky, compared with Ireland, life now is so peaceful that it is precious.
…
Soon, in the corner of Tokyo, Ireland also started sneezing.
However, all this has nothing to do with Jiang Xia and Hashimoto Maya who are busy solving the case.
Arriving at the police station, Jiang Xia borrowed a room from a police officer to check the information, and waited quietly for the night to fall.
Hashimoto Maya sat nearby with empty eyes, thinking about a very serious and pressing question: Should she tell the organization that Uzo might be exposed and need to be silenced?
Hashimoto Maya: "..." If Mr. Ireland knew about this, he would probably be very happy. Unfortunately, my cell phone and other things are still with Kurosawa Kazuma, so I can't contact him.
As for him reporting it himself...
Hashimoto Maya's heart was moved for a moment.
Then quietly nip this idea in the bud.
——Although Jiang Xia said that he set a trap and intended to capture the real "Funeral Silver Coin"...but would Wu Zo really take the bait so easily?
What if Uzo avoided it and then found himself quietly pushing for his demise behind the scenes.
Hashimoto Maya suddenly realized that being targeted by this demon seemed to be more terrifying than being held accountable by the organization. The former at least died quickly and honorably, but the latter...
Another corner of Tokyo.
Ireland is sneezing again.
…
Jiang Xia was enjoying the limited-edition random distribution of iced black tea while clicking his mouse in this joyful atmosphere surrounded by the smell of harvest. He was in a good mood.
He borrowed a computer with a disk port from the police and checked the stolen disks from Putuo Fashion Design Company.
The disks that recorded the employees' body information were classified by the first letter of their Japanese names, and there were nearly fifty of them. Among them, there were three disks related to the murderer's targets, "Korimaru Naoko", "Inukai Yosuke", and "Kirishama Sayoko". They were on the disks starting with "と", "い", and "き".
These three disks were originally stolen by the murderer, but after "solving the case", the police found these lost disks in Takamori Masumi's room - it seems that the murderer was using this method to frame Takamori Masumi.
Jiang Xia picked up a few disks and looked at them, as if he understood something.
He stood up and called to Hashimoto Maya, who was as quiet as a chicken beside him: "Let's go have dinner, and then we'll go to the hospital where President Inozuka is staying."
"Hospital?" Hashimoto Maya came back to his senses and was a little surprised: he thought that this temporary teammate should be lying in the morgue at this moment.
…
Although the president and the vice-president are gone, the work of Putuo Design Company has not stopped - the death of the boss is certainly sad, but as long as the company is still there, salaries will continue to be paid.
The employees didn't have many opportunities to meet the boss, so they continued to work as usual. Only a few loyal people advocated taking two days off to commemorate the boss, but unfortunately, their weak voices were quickly suppressed by middle and senior management.
In this heavy yet lighthearted atmosphere, a piece of news suddenly spread.
——Because the murderer’s marksmanship was not good, President Inozuka survived and has been rescued. Although he is still in a critical period, the chances of waking up are very high.
“…”
That night, in the hospital where President Izuka was.
Since the "murderer" who fired the shot has been controlled by the police, and the "funeral silver coin" is lying on the hospital bed due to his own fault, the police, who are very busy tonight, did not send anyone to guard the hospital.
There was no light on in the observation and treatment room, only the instruments were flashing a faint light steadily.
In the silence, a dark shadow avoided the nurse's sight, came to the door of the ward where President Izuka was, and pushed the door open silently.
The shadow adjusted to the darkness briefly.
Soon, he walked to the bedside of President Izuka, then reached out with a clear purpose and neatly disconnected the wire of the instrument.
The device sustaining the patient's life was cut off, and Black Shadow breathed a sigh of relief with mixed feelings.
The next moment, someone suddenly turned on the light in the room.
"Good evening, the real 'Funeral Silver'."
(End of this chapter)
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