Chapter 3142 3154 [Rum's Beauty Trap]
It was just an ordinary sentence, written in plain electronic font, but Curacao could somehow see a hint of fear and doubt that was hard to conceal in this line of words.
As if he could see Vodka's current expression from a distance, Curacao's eyes twitched slightly and he couldn't help but fall into silence.
...Is this hard to guess?
Who else would be using surveillance cameras to keep a close eye on Jiang Xia, except you, the founder of the Passersby Mutual Aid Association?
Even if the camera was installed by someone else, you, who is not a crazy fan but is even worse than a crazy fan, will probably squeeze into the line and take a place to peek.
"Also, just now, although Jiang Xia controlled his expression very well, the joy emanating from the bottom of his heart still made it obvious to those who knew Wu Zuo that he must be harming his colleagues again..."
For a short while, Curacao felt a little more sympathy for Vodka - being away from home, without this toy that Uzo liked to share the firepower, then his time tonight would definitely not be so peaceful.
In short, with all these factors combined, when Curacao heard that the police were looking for targets on the other side of the network through the surveillance in the room, Vodka's face instantly popped up in his mind.
So she made a prompt decision and sent a message to Vodka, just to make a guess - if the person being monitored was not Vodka, then in a broad sense, all the information related to Uzo could be considered "life-threatening" to Vodka, she just used an exaggerated method.
And if it is... then just like now, I will gain some extra small black coins and get Vodka's gratitude.
Curacao: "..." Well, because some people seemed to have paranoid delusions, the latter goal could not be achieved. But overall, she was satisfied with what she had gained tonight.
but……
After briefly thinking about the whole thing, Curacao's breathing suddenly stopped: "I guessed that the person on the other side of the surveillance camera was Vodka, but how did Wuzo know this? Could it be... Could it be that he also knew about the existence of the 'Passersby Mutual Aid Association'?!"
When this thought flashed through her mind, she felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her in the middle of summer, and she felt cold from head to toe in an instant.
At this moment, recalling those past scenes of leisurely watching the Uzo stage, she seemed to see another pair of eyes quietly watching her in the void behind her.
Curacao: “…”
The thoughts in her mind raced for a while, and finally stopped with her hard effort: "No, calm down. It should be Vodka himself who was exposed - he would not run to Izu for no reason. Usa may have just noticed his movements, so he set a trap and tricked him."
"Of course, the better scenario is that Uzo is not actually sure who the peeping person is, and he just takes whoever he catches, just like opening a blind box."
"After all, the program of the Passerby Mutual Aid Association was built using the organization's framework, and even I can't crack it without leaving a trace. Even if Wuzo manipulated some people who are good at programming, he can't, as I thought, observe each of us in turn while we peek at him."
After some thought, Curacao finally used reason to suppress this terrible conjecture.
She shook her head to get the bad thoughts out of her mind and decided to think about something happy.
So soon, the fake lawyer reopened the Passersby Mutual Aid Association that he had just closed and looked at his silver coin collection box.
After admiring the new patterns, she muttered to herself, "For such an important matter, they only sent three small Ukrainian coins...Vodka's stinginess has not changed much from before."
…
On a quiet night, some people are being killed, some are being murdered, some are on the run, and some are counting the newly picked up ghosts and murderous auras after solving a case, and falling asleep peacefully.
The fulfilling night passed quickly.
The next day dawned.
On the other side of the city, diagonally from the hotel.
After a round of investigation and screening, Vodka finally moved into a new residence which was temporarily safe.
He arranged the necessary security measures and couldn't help but yawning. He wanted to close his eyes and take a nap, but the lack of intelligence made him toss and turn in a restless sleep.
After rolling for more than 40 times, Vodka finally sat up with dark circles under his eyes and resigned himself to checking the various news that were automatically captured.
The first item on the list was indeed the murder case that happened last night.
However, probably out of protection for underage detectives, not many details of the murder were mentioned, and the focus of the report was directed to another side - the whole article was full of police condemnation of the hotel's voyeurism, as well as the ominous content of the late-night chase in which the other party escaped, and calls on citizens to report any clues immediately.
Looking at this heart-pounding news and thinking of his thrilling escape last night, Vodka couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead: "Fortunately, I was cautious enough. When I rented that house, I didn't show up directly, nor did I contact anyone nearby. I even brought my own drinking water. But..."
He was suddenly stunned, feeling something was wrong: "Wait, I obviously didn't install this camera, why am I the one taking the blame in the end?"
…
When an innocent member is angry and complains.
The other side.
Curacao also fell silent as he read the report, which had a weird focus.
After a moment, after some consideration, she reconstructed the whole process of the incident, and then packaged the situation of last night's case and the completion report of her current task and sent them to Rum.
There were also several photos attached, highlighting the death of the female lawyer - see? The consequences of using the honey trap on Uzo.
Tokyo.
Rum received the report from Curacao, wiped his hands, and clicked it immediately.
After watching last night's case with great interest, he twirled his fake mustache and smiled with his big buck teeth showing:
"This kid is really decisive when dealing with things he doesn't like. On the other hand, Curacao approached him several times, but he not only didn't do anything, but he helped Curacao solve the task every time... Does this mean that my plan is correct?"
The beauty trap went smoothly, which made people feel happy. Although it was a bit strange why Curacao met Uzo on a business trip, it did not seem to be a point worth investigating at the moment.
Soon, the second-in-command replied to the email, put away his phone, and continued his fulfilling daily life.
opposite.
Curacao secretly prayed that Rum would give up his stupid beauty trap. After anxiously waiting for a few minutes, he finally received a reply.
She quickly clicked it and saw a few big words.
--[make persistent efforts.]
Curacao: “……?”
(End of this chapter)
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