Chapter 1877 1877 [Death twins scheduled]

Curacao stared at the screen in silence for a moment, barely resisting the urge to pull out a gun.

She silently wiped the Coke off her hands, turned off the movie, turned on the light, and walked to the film storage box wrapped in a blanket.

Soon, she pulled out all the films related to detectives and reasoning at a faster speed than she could sort documents at work, and threw them into the bag next to her, ready to be packed and thrown away.

　After thinking about it, I pulled out all the films of Kinoshita Yoko and packed them together.

"Is this guy a cockroach? He's so ubiquitous that even movies have been invaded by him." Curacao looked at the half-empty storage box and sighed silently, "Others can't be guaranteed either. Without his cameo...it seems like I should change my hobby."

 After all, hobbies are for entertainment and relaxation, not for letting her repeatedly watch the culprit that made her mood worse even when she was already in a bad mood.

 Curacao threw the potato chips on the table, found a piece of cloth to cover the cola that he had just crushed, and planned to have someone pick it up tomorrow.

Then she ended her plan to entertain herself all night long, took another shower, and went back to the bedroom to fall asleep.

 …

 After sleeping for a few minutes, I sat up again with a start.

"I almost forgot, I still have to deal with the canary that the troublemaker picked up." There were light dark circles in Curacao's eyes. She grabbed her phone, typed an email and sent it.

At the same time, I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: "Is this guy Uzo using this method to euphemistically express his dissatisfaction with Maya Hashimoto for not receiving the account? 'If you don't call me, I will have to pick it up myself. 'And so on... Honestly, what does this have to do with me? Uzo should really have been asked to go directly to Rum, but unfortunately I am a qualified subordinate and cannot betray my immediate boss..."

 After sending an email to a relatively capable subordinate with the shortest sentences and complicated emotions, Curaçao breathed a sigh of relief, and with a faint curse on Uzo and Rum, he retreated into the quilt again.

 …

 Not long after, Saburo Inozuka received another email.

He took Masumi Takamori and Naoko Toriyama, who had picked up the car, to a remote apartment and drove away by himself.

Takamori Masumi and Toriyama Naoko looked at the dark house in front of them, looked at each other, and walked in.

 Then I saw a decadent doctor wearing a mask and a white coat in the room - this was actually a clinic, and unlike the dilapidated appearance, the room was quite neat and tidy, and there were a lot of instruments.

"Why hide the clinic in a building like this? It doesn't look very serious." Masumi Takamori was quietly alert. She silently grabbed the half brick she just picked up in her large pocket and whispered to Naoko Tormaru, " They're not trying to catch us here to sell organs." The doctor looked at them and threw over two forms: "Do a physical examination first."

Torimaru Naoko caught it and handed one to Takamori Masumi. She looked at the instruments and then at the doctor opposite: "Is this... going to help us with plastic surgery?"

The doctor snapped his fingers: "Yes, it's much better than those idiots who thought I was going to sell organs as soon as they entered the door and then ran away like crazy and were shot dead in the middle of the road."

“…” Takamori Masumi’s eyes twitched: Is this guy implying something?

Naoko Tormaru was relatively calm. She seemed to be talking to a doctor or explaining to Masumi Takamori: "We are fugitives now. We can either fly far away to a deserted place and start over from scratch, or we can change our lives. We will continue to live with our new identities hidden here - we are all women, we are not very strong, it is not cost-effective to smuggle out to do hard work, and we have no other expertise except making clothes and catwalks. No matter how you think about it, plastic surgery is more suitable."

But she really didn’t expect that things would go so smoothly.

Torimaru Naoko: "..." Originally, she thought that even if she was not immediately silenced by the organization behind Inozuka Jiro, she would still have to go through a troublesome review.

I didn’t expect it to be so enjoyable, so I jumped directly to the step of plastic surgery. Plastic surgery is not something that saves money and effort. This "job hopping" was like opening a high-speed green channel, and not only her, but also Takamori Masumi passed through it easily.

Perhaps it was too smooth, Naoko Tormaru felt something vaguely, and a little uneasiness aroused in her heart: There is no free pie in the sky, what is the purpose behind the person who let them go?

However, the only possible insider in front of her at this time, the plastic surgeon, obviously had no intention of explaining to her.

He looked at the two young and beautiful women, staring at their faces and thinking: "Plastic surgery is to change the appearance based on the original face shape, and the extent cannot usually be too large. But for people like you who need a makeover, I must increase the size. Regarding the modifications, fortunately, your facial features are relatively straight and easy to display, so...do you mind being a pair of mixed-race twin sisters?"

Takamori Masumi was stunned: "Huh?"

Doctor: "It just so happens that our bodies look almost exactly the same. Although there is a slight age difference, it is difficult to tell them apart as long as their faces have been changed. A few years of use while they are young is enough."

The more the doctor thought about it, the more satisfied he became. Anyway, the superior did not say what she was going to do with these two people, but graciously allowed him to use them freely, so he could feel free to add a little bit of personal hobbies.

“For cosmetic surgery, you also need to create a set of matching fake identities. The resume of this identity must not be too conspicuous. Otherwise, if the content of your academic qualifications does not correspond to the technology you actually master, there will be a risk of exposure.

“Of course, you can no longer engage in the kind of catwalk work that will appear in front of everyone or even appear on TV as before. This is really a suicide act for the fugitive, and it will also implicate others.

"Under this premise, if you want to carry out infiltration missions in the future, it will be difficult for you to find a job and infiltration opportunities. After all, there are many young and beautiful girls now, and the competition for jobs is also very high, but -!"

 Speaking of this, the doctor got a little excited and waved his hands: "Young and beautiful women are common, but young and beautiful twins are not common!

"Who doesn't like beautiful things to appear in pairs? Even if it's to satisfy the desire to collect that humans have, or to look novel, when you two apply for the same job, you can choose from many candidates. stand out.

"Actually, I have already thought about your future job route - get your face plastic surgery done, and if you are still alive, go and receive servant training, and then go to those celebrities or well-known places to apply for jobs."

 (End of this chapter)