Chapter 1873 1881 [Vodka: Damn the title party! ] Ask for monthly votes ()
It's related to Jiang Xia. The screenwriter was arrested. After he was arrested, someone hijacked a car, and the hijacking was successful...
All the clues were pieced together in Vodka's mind, mixed with a little bit of personal prayer. The next moment, Vodka's heart was shocked, and he blurted out in surprise: "Wuzo was arrested, and his minions even dared to rob a police car! - These people can't be kept, the boss will definitely throw his Wuzo army as far away as possible, and maybe even kill them directly!"
Gin glanced over here and heard the undisguised happiness in his tone: "?"
Vodka continued to get excited: "That guy knows a lot about the organization. Well, at least he knows a lot of assassination lists. In order to prevent him from leaking the secrets, do we need to..." He raised his hand in front of his thick neck, and murderous intent suddenly emerged.
Gin sneered, "Okay, you do it."
Vodka: “…”
He didn't know what he was thinking about, but his simple happiness was extinguished as if a bucket of cold water was poured over him.
But curiosity is not as easy to quench as murderous intent. Vodka had already clicked on the news while talking: Let him see which policeman or detective is so good that he can catch Uzo's flaws. Oh! In this line of work! The person who solved the case is..."
Jiangxia.
Vodka: “…”
Vodka: “…………”
Is this kid sick? He catches himself?
Did he find someone to take the blame for him? Like that curly-haired, sunglasses-wearing guy who made him feel uncomfortable?
Vodka had never been so focused even when he was looking at celebrity photo albums. He read ten lines at a glance without missing a word, and used his brain power to the fullest.
After reading the report, he fell silent.
Vodka: "..." Who is this woman? ?
Why do they call her a script writer? Does anyone deserve this nickname? These bastard headline-grabbing reporters!
…
“A-choo!”
In a newspaper office far away, a reporter who was furiously typing away on his keyboard, writing a detailed new report, suddenly turned his head and sneezed.
"Who's nagging me so late at night?" The reporter rubbed his nose and laughed quickly. "It must be my colleagues! But since I was able to report such a wonderful case with such a bizarre ending first-hand, it's normal for them to curse me behind my back."
A colleague passing by heard this and couldn't help but chime in: "Come to think of it, when I saw the title of the video you sent was 'Scriptwriter', I really thought that some scriptwriter had gotten into trouble and was planning to promote it in conjunction with related works - but later on, I found out that the murderer and the deceased had nothing to do with the script and were simply from a modeling agency."
"What do you know? You don't understand the audience of case news at all." The reporter was puffed up, raised his head and snorted proudly:
“In addition to the cases, this group of readers generally also like to read detective novels. The scripts are projected into reality, which makes them unable to help but click on them.
"Otherwise, should we use the information like 'The fashion designer who was hidden by the president took revenge and shirked his guilt' as the title? There are so many cases like this every year, and the presidents who died because of this could circle Beika Town. Compared with such a mediocre title, of course, the theme of 'scriptwriter' is better."
Another reporter who went with him to collect materials was more pragmatic: "We didn't think of it at first, but after listening to the detective's explanation of the case, the title took shape in our minds. If Jiang Xia doesn't want to be a detective one day, he will definitely have a bright future as a reporter."
An honest colleague passing by still felt that something was wrong, and thought that he was definitely not the only one who had been cheated.
He took out his phone and flipped through the latest comments under the case report. He was shocked and said, "Look, someone really misunderstood! An anonymous account scolded you badly - saying things like 'You don't understand screenwriters at all!', 'How dare you post such an exaggerated title!', 'Be careful recently!', tsk tsk, this is really scary, this person is not a screenwriter by profession, or he knows a screenwriter friend, and thinks we are tarnishing this sacred profession?"
The reporter who was still busy with the detailed report was not only scolded, but also beaten when he was unlucky. He waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Hurry up and move. Stop standing there chatting. You have a lot to do tonight. It's a waste of time to read the words of a troll."
My colleague took a sip of tea, put down his phone, and reluctantly returned to work.
The latest comment was quickly refreshed and drowned out among the numerous comments.
…
When Vodka was angry and sent the message.
Gin had guessed the situation from his expression. He slowly lit a cigarette and took a puff: "Doing private things online in front of me makes you happy?"
Vodka had just received a few comments calling him a brainless fan, and was about to respond in disbelief when he heard Gin's voice from the side, which scared him so much that all the anger he had accumulated dissipated.
"I'm very sorry. I was misled by wrong information." Once the anger subsided, he returned to his normal state. Vodka replied timidly, and at the same time, in order to divert his brother's attention, he briefly recounted the news he had just seen.
"I didn't expect there were so many criminals of this type, and this guy was just one step away from success." After throwing away his tinted glasses, Vodka recalled the process of the case and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy: If anyone was in Jiro Izuka's position, it would have been difficult to dodge the sudden shot - who would have thought that an obedient, grateful underage girl under his command would suddenly turn into a brutal armed killer?
Anyway...
Vodka suddenly became alert: Why does the name Izuka Jiro sound so familiar?
Vodka was sighing over the twists and turns of the case and the "funeral silver coin" hidden behind it.
Gin didn't seem too surprised. The police pretended to close the case in order to lure the real "Funeral Silver". If they wanted to deceive the cunning "Funeral Silver", they had to deceive themselves first. Therefore, the simple case of "Serial Murder of Models in a Clothing Company" had already been published in the newspaper, and he and Vodka had seen it.
It was just because this case was unremarkable among all the cases in Uzo, and they were very busy at the time, so they didn't pay much attention to it.
This is probably one of the reasons why Vodka was successfully misled by the reports - they all knew that there was a hidden Uzo behind these cases, so when they saw the mastermind behind the scenes was arrested and was called a "scriptwriter", Vodka's thinking went astray.
Thinking of this, Gin took a puff of his cigarette silently, and looked at Vodka with a scrutinizing look in his eyes: "..." Even though they were so far apart, and there had been no contact for several days, this guy was still completely powerless to resist Uzo's teasing.
Gin was secretly alert to the potential crisis around him, but he thought about Vodka's actual combat ability and his ability to conceal his true emotions...
His secretly tensed body returned to its previous normal state.
(End of this chapter)
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