Chapter 1932 1932【Curaçao Game End】

　　…“…It can’t go on like this.”

Curacao stretched out his hand and grasped the handle again with great tangle: "Only by getting a normal ending can we use a normal plot to cover up those bad memories."

Login to the game, Curacao skillfully repeated the previous steps, closing her eyes and fast forwarding through the scenes that made her uncomfortable. Finally, the game advanced to the finale.

“It’s better to prepare seriously.” Curaçao sighed haggardly, “I finally understand. Unless you only have career in mind, there is no way to get rid of the relationship with that **** detective.”

This time, she carefully set up a trap for the prisoner, doing everything she could to do it herself, and doing her best...and then because she was too serious, she didn't have time to evacuate, and was unfortunately kidnapped by the prisoner.

The criminal tied her up in the middle of the warehouse, and there were bombs hidden everywhere in the warehouse, waiting for the detectives to fall into the trap.

Curacao always felt that this scene looked familiar. She became vigilant and carefully asked the character to scan around. The more she looked, the more frightened she became: "..." This, this is exactly the same as the water line in the previous scene, especially those bombs. Location. Could it be...

 The intuition of an excellent organizational cadre is indeed not easy to fail.

In Curacao’s numb eyes, a series of old-fashioned and familiar operations appeared in front of her like a flowing stream - rescuing people, explosions, building collapse, being trapped in a corner, and then she held the detective’s face...

　　哐丁—

The handle hit the screen hard, and at the same time Curacao turned off the power, staring at the black screen with a pair of mandarin duck eyes, in shock.

—Just like in the little gangster route just now, there is no ending of "defeating the detective", so in the detective route, there is no option to part ways with Jiang Xia.

Curaçao: “…” The battle game that we promised is here!

In addition, it’s no wonder that this game wasn’t released normally—if it had been, someone might have murdered the development team and the game would have been discontinued, so she wouldn’t have gotten this **** thing.

Curacao inserted his fingers into his hair and combed it back hard, trying to wake himself up with the pain of scratching his scalp and clean out the messy garbage from his mind.

 A whole day of precious "vacation" was wasted on this kind of thing.

 Curacao washed his face with ice water and calmed down: "Just add the development team of this game to the hit list."

However, on second thought, she felt something was inappropriate: unless the organization had a mission, she generally did not attack innocent people.

Curaçao: “…” But is this team really innocent?

Angels and demons are fighting in my mind, and the whole person in Curaçao is a little confused.

At the end of the fight, reason finally gained the upper hand: "No, we can't do it. Let's not talk about whether they are innocent or not. I am now involved with Uzo. In this state, any unnecessary killing Any thought may lead to death. This has been verified by countless people one after another.

Curaçao: “…” But she was still curious about who could make such a shocking garbage game.

Curacao took the notebook, opened it on his lap, and entered working mode in the blink of an eye.

Then after searching again and again, she discovered that this game was nominally released by a small and unknown studio, but in fact it was produced by a technical team under the name of the Suzuki Consortium.

 …Suzuki Foundation?

 Curacao thought of the chestnut-haired female high school student who often appeared around Jiang Xia, and almost cracked her mouse again: "..." Sure enough, the familiarity that the chestnut-haired health-returning monster gave her was not an illusion.

There are really not many people in their right minds who can be around Uzo for a long time.

 Curacao: "..." Speaking of which, when Hashimoto Maya was first found, the island where he was located seemed to be an asset in the name of the Suzuki family.    …This matter cannot be thought about deeply. The more I think about it, the more I feel that Uzo’s power has expanded again.

 Speaking of which, Uzo actually used this method to lure a rich man from a consortium, making an ignorant young girl's hands covered in blood and willingly provide him with information and resources... This guy is really dark to the core. No wonder everyone in the organization appreciates him so much.

Uzo can't move for the time being, and the Suzuki Consortium certainly can't move because of personal hatred... Curacao thought about it and found that he could only make changes on his own and stay away from this group of bad guys.

 “Everything related to Suzuki Corporation can no longer be used.”

Thinking about this, Curaçao stood up and prepared to count the items around him and throw away everything that should be thrown away.

However, if you look closely, you will find that many things are related to it - the Suzuki consortium has a big business. Even if an item is not entirely produced by them, there are probably some key parts they handle mixed in.

In other words, if this strategy of refusing to be Uzuo’s accomplice is really implemented, her living standards and living habits will definitely fluctuate significantly in the future.

 Curacao has just been tortured for a long time by the game created by the female high school student. He was already extremely exhausted. Now he thinks about the huge workload of doing this...

 After a few seconds, she silently decided to lie down.

"Forget it, life is hard enough, why bother torturing yourself anymore." Curaçao had obvious dark circles under his eyes, "The only comforting thing is that the Suzukis are not too old and they look like they can live for a long time... I hope they live a long life and never let that terrible daughter inherit the family business."

 …

Ignoring the cracked screen, Curaçao went straight to the bedroom, took a hot shower and prepared to take a good rest.

Just as I closed my eyes, my phone rang: there was an email.

　　　…”

  Curacao almost threw her phone away, but her good professionalism made her resist the urge. In the end, she just unlocked her phone and checked the messages as usual.

Then the sender’s code name, which made people’s eyes darken, hit her sight.

“Is this guy really not spying on me?” Curacao’s entire body was wrapped in a giant cocoon of murderous aura. “He always sends emails to disturb me when I am resting or busy.”

 She became alert and thought about this possibility seriously.

　　Then she comforted herself, maybe she was overthinking: Uzo might really be innocent in this matter, after all, she didn't seem to be in much other state besides resting and being busy.

Thinking about this, he immediately felt more at ease. Curaçao breathed a sigh of relief and clicked on the email to check.

 Then there was a brief silence.

As expected, he was looking for her again for Maya Hashimoto. The only difference from before was that this time, he also asked for one more person - Saburo Inozuka.

 Curaçao: “…”

 (End of this chapter)