Chapter 2940 2952 [Belmode: Profiteer] Ask for monthly ticket (づど)
He didn't feel anything when he was in Osaka, but now that he had left that environment and suddenly relaxed, Calvados truly felt how torturous the previous days were.
"Tokyo is still the best." An organization cadre stretched his body and prepared to go back to the house for a good sleep. Looking at the peaceful streets, he couldn't help but sigh, "Finally I left that damn place of Osaka."
…
The other side.
Vermouth sipped his coffee, thinking about Calvados's description of his recent experiences while browsing the news on the screen.
Soon, she couldn't sleep at all—and it wasn't because of the coffee.
"I can't deceive myself anymore. I should face the reality - Calvados is definitely being targeted by Uzo."
Vermouth sighed, regretting not hanging up the phone earlier. "So did Uzo simply notice this sniper, or did he already know about my plan to capture Shirley?"
"Calm down, it doesn't make sense that it's the latter. I just told Calvados that I needed his help with something, and I didn't mention Shirley at all. But..."
But the person opposite her was a criminal genius. Vermouth played with the coffee cup, thinking of Uzo's miraculous murders, and she couldn't feel at ease.
After thinking for a while, she opened her email and wrote a message to Vodka.
——This Gin assistant seems to be turning into an intelligence officer recently. Of course, he is not an intelligence officer in the broad sense, but specializes in Jiangxia and Uzo.
This narrow skill range may seem useless, but it comes in handy at certain times. Soon, Vermouth sent a message:
[Please keep me updated on recent cases in Tokyo, especially those involving guns and Calvados.]
After a pause, she typed again: [You are Calvados' partner this time, right? What happened along the way? ]
I pressed send and waited for a minute, then the phone buzzed.
Vermouth raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled by Vodka's speed of reply: the second question she asked was not a simple question that could be answered in one minute. Could it be that Vodka had grown too powerful and was going to give her a perfunctory answer?
As she thought about it, she picked up her phone.
The reply was just one simple line:
[Two small black coins.]
Vermouth: "..."
…Why is this guy still playing his childish peripheral game!
The mature female cadre's eyes twitched slightly, and she wanted to slap the stupid big guy through the phone to wake him up. However, she never advocated using violence to solve problems, and in dealing with Uzo, vodka was indeed a good helper...
Thinking of this, Vermouth exited her mailbox and opened the "Passersby Mutual Aid Association" mini program.
After not seeing it for a few days, the program has been upgraded and has become more sophisticated. Vermouth clicked twice to switch to the personal page and found the "Exhibit Collection Cabinet" in the upper right corner.
Click on the icon, the camera instantly zooms in, and in the display case with the starry sky background, several beautiful coins slowly float. A closer look reveals that they have different patterns, and they actually look like different versions of Jiangxia's business cards.
Vermouth: "..."
As expected of a veteran fan, the things she made were very realistic. After staring at these very realistic silver coins for a long time, coupled with Vodka's stingy attitude, she actually saw a sense of "preciousness" in them.
After choosing between several currencies and hesitating for a moment, Vermouth did not click to pay, but switched back to her mailbox.
She sent a message to Vodka again:
[One, two things. Love or not.
I happen to be free recently, so I don't mind chatting with Gin about your performance next to Uzo these days. ]
This time, the phone was silent for two full minutes.
Just when Vermouth was getting a little impatient, finally, a message came in which he compromised: [Deal.]
"..." That's more like it. Vermouth returned to the Passersby Mutual Aid Association and gave one of the duplicate silver coins to Vodka.
After clicking "Pay", the familiar but upgraded coin insertion screen appeared again. Vermouth felt a little painful as she watched the silver coin roll away.
Not until the silver coin disappeared from the coin slot did she look away and exit this strange program that made her feel complicated.
Two minutes later, an email with an attachment was sent to Vermouth's mailbox - a detailed collection of several recent gun-related cases.
At this rate, Vodka should have been sorted out long ago.
"This guy really took not doing his job to the extreme..."
Vermouth muttered to herself as she turned on the computer and checked it carefully.
…
While the organization members were busy analyzing pure accidents.
On the other side, Miwako Sato was lying in the living room at home, watching TV and eating fruit comfortably.
——Thanks to Jiang Xia for finding the real murderer in time, and thanks to Conan's kick that allowed Takagi Wataru to discover the hidden dangers in the car, although they lost a drug dealer in this escort, they caught the drug dealer's accomplice and seized a pistol that came from nowhere.
Compared to the deceased Chizo Ogura, the newly arrested drug dealer was more cunning, more vicious, and knew more inside information. Of course, the most important thing was that he was soft-spoken - not long after he was arrested, the police got a lot of information from him and even found a drug transportation route.
Thanks to these rich harvests, the two policemen in charge of the escort were not fired, but only had their salaries reduced by one month.
The two of them continued their lives calmly, those who should go to work went to work, and those who should take a break took a break.
Today is a rare day off for Miwako Sato. She lies on the tatami with her chin propped up by her hand, holding the remote control in her other hand, changing channels comfortably.
Suddenly, she paused and saw a familiar face—Jiang Xia had previously filmed a detective variety show that happened to be broadcast today.
"This is it." Sato Miwako put down the remote control.
As I was watching, I heard a voice behind me. An elderly woman looked at the TV and nodded slightly: "This child looks approachable, and he is already a celebrity at a young age. He has a bright future. He would be a good son-in-law, but he is a little young. Is he of legal marriage age?"
"Cough, cough, cough!" Officer Sato choked on a mouthful of orange and nearly passed out. "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about! This is Jiang Xia, the high school detective who often helps us solve cases. Haven't you seen him on the news?"
"I have no choice. You won't respond to me if I talk about anything else, so I have to pick a topic that can get your attention."
Sato's mother said as she put down a stack of picture albums half a meter high: "Pick some, blind date photos - you are 28 years old, it's time to think about these."
(End of this chapter)
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