Chapter 2977 2989 [Some Small Black Coins]
"The puncture marks are still fresh, it must have been done not long ago, but there are no footprints on the snow..." Curacao took out a mini telescope and looked at her vehicle. She frowned and muttered, "How did they do that?"
Puncturing a tire on the snow without leaving a trace or making much noise is probably as difficult as committing murder in the snow... As expected of Uzo, in order to keep the innocent actors on the stage, he actually used a method that would make the Tokyo police think for ten years.
So now, should I continue to escape by force, or give him face and stay and see?
After thinking for a while, Curacao finally slipped back from the window to the sofa as if nothing had happened and sat back in his original seat in a low-key manner.
——It’s not that she is worried about facing a series of life and death levels designed by Uzo after escaping, but Vermouth has already started a gambling game, and as a member of the passers-by mutual aid association, it seems necessary for her to participate.
"No risk, no gain. Only by being in the middle of a situation like I am now can I get more information and get more currency. And only by accumulating enough currency can I get detailed information about Uzo from Vodka at any time to prevent similar things from happening again next time."
An organizational cadre hypnotized himself and stayed where he was silently.
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The entrance hall of the main house.
Unlike the narrow entrance of an ordinary house, this one is as spacious as a lecture hall.
Ryolang Daimon led the group through the yard and opened the door to the entrance.
When they looked up, they saw two people standing in front of them - their brother and sister-in-law had already arrived at the door and were looking at them with unfriendly expressions.
"Brother, I'm back." Daimon Ryolang tried his best to ignore their expressions and greeted them in a friendly manner, "You look good."
The eldest brother, however, was not in the mood to joke. He frowned, ignored the group of guests, and asked his second brother directly: "You have been gone for so many years, why did you come back now?"
Daimon Ryolang was stunned for a moment, then sighed helplessly: "We two brothers haven't seen each other for five years, can't you say something else? This is too cold."
Seeing this, the maid hurried over to ease the atmosphere. She tentatively said to the eldest brother of the Damen family, "It seems that the second young master has brought a lot of guests. Why don't we invite them in and sit down first?"
The eldest sister-in-law glanced at her and said, "When is it your turn to speak here?"
The beautiful young maid was startled and lowered her head.
The eldest sister-in-law then turned around and slowly glanced at the people behind the second brother. Finally, her eyes stopped on Jiang Xia. She asked Daimen Lianglang: "Who are these people? They look familiar."
Daimon Ryolang introduced, "They are friends I met at the Hidetoshi Festival. There was a landslide on a nearby road, and their car was stuck here. I thought we had a lot of vacant rooms anyway, so I wanted to invite them to stay for a night until the road was repaired."
The eldest brother's eyes twitched slightly: "A guy who hasn't been home for several years suddenly brought back a large group of outsiders, and even said he was inviting them to be guests - you are not shy at all."
Daimon Ryolang finally couldn't help but laugh: "What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm an outsider?"
Just as the two were about to start quarreling, suddenly, a series of footsteps were heard in the corridor next to them.
A few people looked in the direction of the voice and saw a majestic old man wearing a kimono and a thick beard walking towards them.
He saw his second son at the door and snorted, "You still remember to come back?"
Daimon Ryolang nodded uninterested: He could already guess what the next conversation would be like - it would just be about asking him what he had been doing in the past few years, then scolding him, and finally threatening him that he would not get a penny in the future...
He cleared his throat and was about to respond, but when he looked up, his father didn't even look at him. The next moment, Daimon Ryosuke discovered that this serious and rigid father actually had a flattering smile on his face.
Yoshiro Daimon: “……?”
"Ms. Suzuki!" President Daimon looked behind his second son and extended his hand warmly over him. "I never thought that my son would have a friend like you. Please give me your guidance in the future."
Suzuki Sonoko shook his hand and smiled politely but with embarrassment: She, she had no memory of where she had seen this president before. After all, this was Saitama Prefecture, and there was some overlap with the social circles in Tokyo, but not much. And who would pay attention to an elderly grandfather at a banquet?
Fortunately, President Daimon did not drag her into a small talk, because this president with a wide network of contacts soon made a new discovery: "The child of the Shiratori family is here too? Say hello to your father for me - Lianglang is really promising. It seems that he has listened to me in the past five years and is ready to return to the right path."
Officer Shiratori: "..." What the hell is going on? Your son and I just happened to meet by chance...
But as an adult, he certainly wouldn't say anything to spoil the fun at this time. On the contrary, the president's enthusiastic attitude gave him some face - normally, he would be very impatient with such boring socializing. But now that Officer Sato was right next to him, Shiratori hoped that there would be as many people like him as possible.
"Hmm? I think I've seen you on TV." President Daimon seemed to have a pair of eyes that were good at discovering things. He extended his busy hand to Jiang Xia and shook hers. "You should be a celebrity... By the way, you're a detective!"
After greeting three familiar faces and taking a closer look at the rest of the people, President Daimon finally ended his impromptu socializing tonight.
"Not bad, not bad." He rarely showed a good face to his youngest son, and said to the guests enthusiastically, "It is fate that you came to my house, so you can rest assured to stay here tonight. Although we don't have any beautiful attractions here, my yard is well built and very suitable for viewing the snow scenery."
He turned around and said to the maid, "Go and help the guests clean up the guest rooms and find a room for Liang Lang. Oh, and prepare some midnight snacks - bring up the best ones."
Ryosuke Daimon, who was unexpectedly treated well, said: "..."
The eldest brother and his wife thought that their father would severely punish their younger brother: "..."
The maid who thought she would be busy mediating the fight today: "..."
After a brief silence, they did not dare to delay and immediately started to do their own things according to the instructions of the head of the family.
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At the same time, in Vermouth’s cell phone.
A group of people from all over the world gathered in the same mini program.
Unfortunately, since the Daimon family did not have the hobby of installing surveillance cameras everywhere in the house, this time, everyone could only rely on the voice files sent by Vermouth to judge the current situation.
(End of this chapter)
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