Chapter 1869-1877 [Death Twins Prediction]
Curacao stared at the screen in silence for a moment, barely suppressing the urge to pull out his gun.
She silently wiped the Coke off her hands, turned off the movie, turned on the light, and walked to the movie storage box wrapped in a blanket.
Soon, with her hands moving faster than she did when sorting documents at work, she pulled out all the detective and mystery-related films and threw them into the bag next to her, ready to pack them up and throw them away.
After thinking about it, I took out all of Yoko Kinoshita's films and packed them together.
"Is this guy a cockroach? He's so ubiquitous that even movies have been invaded by him." Curacao looked at the storage box that was half empty in an instant and sighed silently, "There's no guarantee that he won't make a cameo in other movies... It seems like I should change my hobby."
After all, hobbies are for entertainment and relaxation, not for her to repeatedly watch the culprit that makes her mood worse when she is already in a bad mood.
Curacao threw the potato chips on the table, found a piece of cloth to cover the burst Coke, and planned to have someone clean it up tomorrow.
Then she ended her all-night entertainment plan ahead of schedule, took another shower, and went back to her bedroom to sleep in boredom.
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After sleeping for a few minutes, he suddenly sat up with shock.
"I almost forgot. I still have to deal with the canary that troublemaker picked up." Curacao had dark circles under her eyes. She grabbed her phone and sent an email.
At the same time, I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: "Isn't this guy Uzo using this method to euphemistically express his dissatisfaction with the fact that Hashimoto Maya didn't receive the money? 'If you don't assign someone to me, I can only pick it up myself' or something like that... Honestly, what does this have to do with me? I really should let Uzo go directly to Rum. Unfortunately, I am a qualified subordinate and cannot betray my immediate superior..."
After sending an email to a capable subordinate in the shortest sentences and with complicated emotions, Curacao heaved a long sigh of relief, and with a faint curse on Uzo and Rum, he retreated back into the quilt.
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Not long after, Saburo Izuka received another email.
He took Masumi Takamori and Naoko Torimaru, who had been picked up in the car, to a remote apartment and drove away by himself.
Masumi Takamori and Naoko Torimaru looked at the dark house in front of them, looked at each other, and walked in.
Then I saw a decadent doctor wearing a mask and a white coat in the house - this was actually a clinic, and unlike its shabby appearance, the house was quite tidy and had a lot of instruments.
"Why hide the clinic in a building like this? It doesn't look very decent." Takamori Masumi was quietly alert. She silently grabbed the half brick she had just picked up in her large pocket and whispered to Torimaru Naoko, "Are you going to catch us and sell our organs?"
The doctor looked them over and threw two forms over: "Do a physical examination first."
Naoko Torimaru took it and handed one to Masumi Takamori. She looked at the instruments and then at the doctor opposite her: "Is this... to help us with plastic surgery?"
The doctor snapped his fingers and said, "Not bad. Much better than those idiots who thought I was going to sell organs as soon as they walked in and then ran away madly and were shot dead on the way."
"..." Takamori Masumi's eyes twitched: Is this guy hinting at something?
Naoko Torimaru was relatively calm. She seemed to be talking to the doctor, or explaining to Masumi Takamori: "We are fugitives now. We can either flee to a deserted place and start over, or we can change our appearance and hide here with a new identity and continue to live. We are all women, and we are not very strong. It is not cost-effective to sneak out and do hard labor. We don't have any other specialties except making clothes and catwalks. No matter how you think about it, plastic surgery is more suitable."
But she really didn't expect that things would go so smoothly.
Naoko Torimaru: “…” She originally thought that even if she was not immediately killed by the organization behind Jiro Izuka, she would still have to go through some troublesome investigation.
But she didn't expect it to be so easy, and she jumped directly to the step of plastic surgery. Plastic surgery is not a matter of saving money and effort. This "job change" was like opening a high-speed green channel, and not only her, but also Takamori Masumi passed it easily.
Perhaps it was because everything went too smoothly. Naoko Torimaru felt something vaguely and felt a little uneasy: There is no such thing as a free lunch. What was the purpose of the person who let them go?
However, the only possible insider at this moment, the plastic surgeon, obviously had no intention of explaining to her.
He looked at the two young and beautiful women, staring at their faces and thinking: "Plastic surgery is to change the appearance based on the original face shape, and the extent is usually not too large. But for people like you who need a makeover, I must increase the intensity of the modification. Fortunately, your facial features are relatively straight and easy to play with, so... do you mind being a pair of mixed-race twin sisters?"
Takamori Masumi was stunned: "Huh?"
Doctor: "It just so happens that your bodies look almost identical. Although there is a slight age difference, it will be hard to tell them apart once you change your face. It will be enough to use it for a few years while you are still young."
The more the doctor thought about it, the more satisfied he felt. Anyway, the superior didn't say what she was going to do with these two people. Instead, she generously let him play freely, so he could feel free to add a little bit of personal hobbies.
"After the plastic surgery, you will also need to create a set of matching fake identities. The resume of this identity must not be too conspicuous, otherwise if the academic qualifications do not match the skills you actually possess, there will be a risk of being exposed.
"Of course, I can no longer do the kind of catwalk work that would put me in front of the public or even on TV like before. This is really a suicide act for the fugitives and will also implicate others.
"Under this premise, if you want to carry out infiltration missions in the future, it will be difficult for you to find work and infiltration opportunities. After all, there are many young and beautiful girls now, and the competition for jobs is also fierce, but——!"
At this point, the doctor got a little excited and waved his hands: "Young and beautiful women are common, but young and beautiful twins are not common!
“Who doesn’t like beautiful things to appear in pairs? Even if it’s just to satisfy the human desire to collect, or just to see something new, when the two of you apply for the same job, you can stand out from the crowd of candidates.
"In fact, I've even thought of your future career path - after the plastic surgery, if you're still alive, you'll receive maid training and then specifically apply for jobs with celebrities or famous places."
(End of this chapter)
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