Chapter 1866 1866 [Caring subordinates] Please vote for me (`)

Not long after, my phone in Curaçao, where I was on a business trip, buzzed and received a specially marked message.

“…” She put away the gun, walked around the pool of blood on the ground, and opened the mailbox and took a tired look.

As expected, there was news from over there again. Kazuma Kurosawa:

[That "George" followed the high school detective, and then they got into the police car together!

 Has he been exposed? Does he need to be silenced urgently? ]

　　　…”

Curacao was first instinctively alert to the word "police car", but soon, seeing the word "high school student detective" in front of her, she silently deleted the words she had just typed and typed another one:

[Do not care.

 Everything is under control. ]

After replying to the message, Curaçao called someone over to clean up the scene, and wearily opened the door and got into the driver's seat. Then she stepped on the accelerator and let the sports car drive away, implementing the organization's essential principle of "kill everyone and leave."

On the way, thinking of the recent emails sent one after another, Curaçao sighed silently: "..." This group of subordinates used to be very independent and did not dare to provoke the cadres. They would handle everything themselves, but Now, they have become like puppets that rely on their boss. They have to ask her if anything happens.

 It is indeed necessary to inquire about these things. More importantly, because of certain uncertainties surrounding his subordinates, Curaçao couldn't reply to them with words like "Don't bother me and handle everything yourself" - otherwise, who knows what kind of disaster movie it would turn into in the end. style scene.

"...Having said that, they asked too often, haven't they grown up with brains?" Curacao's mind moved, "It's probably that Hashimoto Maya who led the bad things. This guy is really good at cheating his boss." He's not a cheap guy... He deserves to be targeted by Uzo."

 …

 “A sneeze!”

In the police car, Maya Hashimoto sneezed unexpectedly while looking out the window.

 Then he rubbed his nose silently and thought blankly: "..." Who is talking about me? It can't be Uzo.

On the way to the police station, police cars cleared the way and traffic was smooth.

 But Maya Hashimoto was not in a very happy mood. He carefully shrank toward the center of the car, fearing that some loyal colleague with a bad temper would see him through the window and shoot him and silence him on the spot.

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Having said that, I have never been in a police car. Ever since I was forced to get involved with Uzo for Mr. Ireland, riding in a police car seems to be a common occurrence, and I have to do it every now and then-especially... After leaving that plane of death.

 The only comforting thing is that he is either a victim or an innocent passerby. Although I also experienced some terrible things on the way, such as being almost penetrated by steel knives falling from the sky, but compared to Ireland, my current life is actually peaceful and cherishable.

 …

So soon, in the corner of Tokyo, Ireland also started sneezing.

But all this has nothing to do with Jiang Xia and Hashimoto Maya who are busy solving the case.

Arrived at the police station, Jiang Xia borrowed a room from the police to check the information, and quietly waited for night to fall.

Maya Hashimoto was sitting next to him, his eyes empty, and he was thinking about a very serious and imminent question: Do I need to tell the organization that Uzo may have been exposed and needs to be silenced?

Maya Hashimoto: "..." If Mr. Ireland knew about this, he might be very happy. Unfortunately, his mobile phone and other items are still in Kurosawa and Manali, so he cannot contact him.

 As for him coming forward to report it…

Hashimoto Maya’s heart was moved for a moment.

 Then silently nip this idea in the bud.

—Although Jiang Xia said that he had set a trap and planned to catch the real "funeral silver coin"...but would Wu Zuo really bite the bait so easily?

What if Uzo avoids it and then finds himself quietly pushing for his silence from behind?

Maya Hashimoto suddenly realized that being targeted by this demon seemed more terrifying than being held accountable by the organization. The former at least died quickly and decently, but the latter...

 Another corner of Tokyo. Ireland is sneezing again.

 …

Jiang Xia felt the random limited release of iced black tea while clicking the mouse in this pleasant atmosphere surrounded by the smell of harvest, feeling very good.

He asked the police to borrow a computer with a disk slot and looked at several stolen disks from Boduo Fashion Design Company.

ˆ˜There are nearly fifty disks in total that record employees’ physical information, classified according to the initials of their names in Japanese. Among them, there are three related to the murderer's target "Torimaru Naoko", "Inukai Kaname", and "Kiriyama Sayoko". In the disks starting with "と", "い", and "き" respectively.

These three disks were originally stolen by the murderer, but after the case was "solved", the police found these lost disks in Masumi Takamori's room - it seemed that the murderer was using this method to frame Masumi Takamori.

Jiang Xia picked up a few disks and looked at them, and seemed to understand something.

He stood up and called to Maya Hashimoto, who was as quiet as a chicken beside him: "Let's go have dinner, and then we will go to the hospital where President Inozuka is staying."

"Hospital?" Maya Hashimoto came back to his senses and was a little surprised: he thought this temporary teammate should be lying in the morgue at this moment.

 …

 Although the president and associate vice-presidents disappeared, the work of Botuo Design Club has not stopped. It is sad that the boss died, but as long as the club still exists, wages will continue to be paid.

 Employees didn’t have that many opportunities to contact their bosses, so they still worked as they should. Only a few loyal people advocated taking two days off to commemorate their bosses. Unfortunately, their weak voices were quickly suppressed by the middle and upper management.

 In this heavy atmosphere with a hint of relaxation, a piece of news suddenly spread.

—Because the murderer was not good at shooting, President Inozuka survived and was saved. Although it is still in a dangerous period, the chance of waking up is very high.

　　　…”

 That night, in the hospital where President Inozuka was staying.

Since the "murderer" who shot the gun has been controlled by the police, and the "funeral silver coin" is lying on the hospital bed, the busy police did not station anyone at the hospital tonight.

 There was no light on in the observation treatment room, only the instruments were steadily flashing a faint light.

In the silence, a dark figure avoided the nurse's sight, came to the door of the ward where President Inozuka was, and quietly opened the door.

 The shadow briefly adapted to the darkness.

 Soon, he walked to President Inozuka’s bedside. Then he reached out his hand with a clear purpose and neatly disconnected the instrument's cord.

 The device that maintained the patient's life was cut off, and the black shadow breathed a sigh of relief with mixed emotions.

 The next moment, someone suddenly turned on the light in the room.

 “Good evening, the real ‘funeral coin’.”

 (End of this chapter)