Chapter 2130 2138 [Source of Intelligence]
Mr. Katagiri is that calm, global photographer.
Jiang Xia didn't ask why, and nodded professionally: "Okay."
Mrs. Su Fang was relieved, but she also knew the rule that when hiring someone to do something, she had to be able to make big promises: "I will give you 2 million yuan as a reward after the job is done. I hope you will keep this a secret."
Jiang Xia responded and politely said goodbye. It didn't matter whether it was money or not: first of all, he didn't need it, and secondly, with this post-payment model, almost no commission money could be smoothly transferred to his hands. It didn't matter whether the amount was big or small, so he just listened to it.
When he left, Mrs. Sufang looked at his back and sighed: young people nowadays are really amazing. They don't even blink when they hear 2 million. It seems that it is indeed difficult to lure this detective to her company to make a difference. At least it will cost a lot of money.
With this calculation, the price-performance ratio is very average. Mrs. Su Fang shook her head secretly, feeling it was a pity: it would have been better if she had successfully poached this person before Jiang Xia became famous.
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After Jiang Xia left Mrs. Su Fang, he did not return to the guest room, but followed the crowd to the game room - everyone goes to bed late these days, and the nightlife is just beginning now.
Naoko Torimaru was being watched very closely and had no chance to talk to Jiang Xia alone, so she had to give up for the time being and wait patiently for the next time.
The game room is equipped with billiard tables, chess tables and other entertainment facilities. Guests are gathered here at the moment, each having a great time.
The fortune teller with long black hair even found an empty table, spread out the tarot cards, and set up a fortune telling booth. Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan crowded around her, chattering about this and that: Usually, it was hard to get a seat at this fortune teller, but tonight she was doing it for free - she had to ask about all matters from the age of 18 to 80.
Mrs. Su Fang's assistant was also among them. The assistant had neat short hair, black-framed glasses, and a plain suit. She looked like a serious white-collar elite. She seemed to be here to keep an eye on everyone and prevent them from making too much noise.
After a few drinks, she was the most relaxed. She held the slender red wine glass and swayed like a disco dancer. When she passed by Jiang Xia, she bumped into him sideways: "I remember you also acted in a few dramas, why don't you take a leading role? - It's really a waste of your face to only play a cameo role! Oh, and sing, you can still sing! No matter how you sing, I will find someone to make your voice sound heavenly. As long as your name is there, the album will be a big hit!"
Maya Hashimoto sat at the chess table, chin on one hand, playing chess with Conan numbly: "..." Another one.
Mrs. Sufang, that weird maid, and Mrs. Sufang's assistant... There are so many people who want to get close to Jiang Xia that he can hardly tell which are his fans, which are his colleagues, and which are his capitalists.
Hashimoto Maya: “…” Wait, is this also a test given to him by Uzo to train his ability to judge people?
On the opposite side, Conan was secretly observing this suspicious person while trying his best to play chess in a mess: he thought that as an elementary school student, his chess skills should not be outstanding, and it was more normal for him to lose to Hashimoto Maya.
However, no one knew what Hashimoto Maya was thinking. She made moves randomly here and there. Conan was almost bald before he finally restrained his instinct to kill him and tried his best to maintain the appearance of a little brat who was being suppressed.
At the same time, he was secretly alert in his heart: "..." Wait, is this a test from Hashimoto Maya? Is it because his previous behavior was inappropriate and Hashimoto Maya suspected him?
In the distance, two maids who looked like copy and paste were huddled in a corner very low-key, occasionally whispering a few words.
By 11:30 p.m., they could no longer keep a low profile.
The two interrupted the guests' entertainment in a gentle tone:
"I'm sorry to interrupt you all. Mrs. Sufang's mansion has some unique rules - for example, the two doors of the mask room must be locked before 12 o'clock midnight.
"The Mask Hall is not only a place to store masks, but also a passage connecting the east and west sides. After it is locked, you can't move between the two sides - so before 12 o'clock, please return to your rooms and rest."
"So early?" The guests were incredulous. "The nightlife has just begun."
Naoko Torimaru didn't want to attract so much hatred for no reason, so she immediately explained the reason and diverted everyone's attention elsewhere:
"It is said that the two hundred 'Shawbul's Masks' love to play pranks. Once midnight passes, they will leave their original habitats and play around - so we must lock the two doors and trap them in the Mask Hall."
Mao Lilan was sweating coldly when she heard this: "Those masks...will run around everywhere?"
"Yes." Torimaru Naoko continued to exaggerate, "In the morning, we often found that the masks were either tilted left or right, or fell to the ground."
Mao Lilan's face turned pale.
Although some people believed it and some did not, since the owner of the house, Mrs. Sufang, believed in and set this rule, there was no reason for them, the new guests, to break it.
So even though the group of people hadn't had enough fun, they still put down what they were doing and went back to their guest rooms to rest.
After the guests had left, the two maids quickly tidied up the game room back to its original state.
At almost midnight, Takamori Masumi and Torimaru Naoko went to the two sides of the Mask Hall and prepared to lock the door.
On the way, Takamori Masumi unconsciously stuck to Torimaru Naoko, and she whispered, "Those masks won't really come out to kill people, will they?"
Torimaru Naoko was almost pushed against the wall by her, and could only push her away with a slap: "Didn't I tell you that it's because the 'master' who sealed the mask said that the wind should be used to suppress the evil spirits, so the mask hall has increased the air conditioning at night - it would be strange if such a thin wooden mask was not blown off."
Takamori Masumi suddenly realized: "No wonder I always felt a gust of cold wind coming through the crack of the door when I passed by that side on my way to the toilet in the middle of the night... Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Torimaru Naoko: “…You didn’t ask either.”
After coming here, she has observed and found out so many things, but she couldn't possibly tell this fake sister everything - just memorizing those life-saving precautions was enough to tire Takamori Masumi out. If she were to shove all the information into her head at once, her mind would probably be filled with mush and she wouldn't be able to remember anything.
After understanding the principle behind it, Takamori Masumi was no longer so afraid of the Mask Hall.
Each of them had a door, and they locked them on time before midnight. Then one went to the west wing and the other went to the east wing to rest.
(End of this chapter)
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