Chapter 1771 Chapter 1770 [Curaao: He was grabbed by the skirt by the **** of death] Asking for a monthly ticket ()

Curacao: "..." Among this group of people with their own characteristics, why did Uzo choose such a person as his target. Could it be that he finds it more challenging?

Jiang Xia didn't seem to notice that there was a colleague who was secretly observing around him, and he continued his behavior as a righteous detective: "In fact, the best way to receive a threat letter is to seek help from the police."

When President Ishimoto heard this suggestion, he remained silent with a sullen face.

At this time, there needs to be a smoother. The female secretary explained: "The president rejects the police because of some things. And to be honest, it's just a threatening letter. Will the police really take it seriously?"

She shook her head and sighed: "I'm afraid the police will investigate seriously only when something bad happens. But by then, it will be too late."

This is true, but Curacao still sighs with her innocence: "..." Isn't it the same for detectives, especially the fake detective opposite you who is full of bad things.

But the fake detective himself obviously didn't have this awareness, he actually sighed, as if he was condemning the inefficiency of the police. Then Jiang Xia took over the commission without any pain in his conscience: "Leave it to me."

The female secretary and President Ishimoto felt relieved when they saw his reliable appearance.

Curaao: "..." A person should not be judged by his appearance. Unfortunately, some naive clients will never learn such a simple truth...

Just as she was thinking about it, someone suddenly pulled the hem of her clothes lightly.

Curacao looked down suddenly, and saw a little boy in the first grade running to her lap at some pointshe didn't realize when the boy came over at all.

Curacao was a little startled by this elusive child at first, and then remembered that this seemed to be the child who always haunted Uzo and was very valued by Uzo.

The siren in her heart suddenly sounded like a sea tide.

But as a senior member, no matter what she was thinking, the expression on Curacao's face never changed much. She kept smiling: "What's wrong, little brother?"

Curacao is pretending to be the staff at the banquet.

Conan's attention was all on the suspicious man standing in the corridor, and he hadn't noticed the big sister's problem for the time being. He pointed to the camera in Curacao's hand and squeezed out the cute voice of a child: "Can you take a picture of me? ?"

The banquet hall is not only suitable for exchanging business cards, some guests also want to take photos with those big people who are rarely seen on weekdays.

In this kind of occasion, it is inconvenient for the guests to carry their own cameras, so the attendants at the venue always carry one with them, ready to help take pictures at any time.

Curacao is holding a camera in his hand.

If she hears such a request from a child in normal times, she will only feel that the child is imitating an adult and playing innocently.

But at this time, Curacao looked at Conan, but felt that the child was wrapped with puppet threads full of conspiracy, and now, someone wanted to use Conan to wrap these threads on her body.

Curacao: "..." He didn't even let such a young child go, Uzo really didn't have a bottom line... Tsk, after all, what exactly does he want to do?

Curaao's mind was full of thoughts, and he really wanted to stay away from this child, but he couldn't refuse this request without reason.

It seems that nothing will happen if you take a photo, unless it happens that someone like Pisco shoots the ceiling with a gun, and then the other party wants to silence her... She tried her best to get rid of distracting thoughts in her mind, and said with a sweet smile: "Of course. "

Conan immediately ran to the open space, posed an ordinary scissors pose, and motioned for her to take a photo.

Curacao raised the camera to make sure that no one in the background of the shot was committing murder, and then hesitantly pulled the trigger.

The camera clicked and recorded Conan's innocent figure.

And the background behind him happened to include the exit of the banquet hall. Among the countless celebrities, a young man wearing sunglasses reclined there, quietly watching everything in the hall.

"I really don't have any enemies, because I haven't done anything to pull hatred!"

Next to him, President Shi Ben was still concentrating on talking about his commission with Jiang Xia. The middle-aged man thought for a while and said rigorously: "However, a giant like me, even if he just lives in an ordinary way, may have a huge impact on some people. But that's never my problem! And that's not why those people are sending me threatening letters!

Jiang Xia nodded and listened: "So that's the case, okay, I probably understand."

At this time, it happened to be the time for the commendation to start.

The lights in the hall went out, and the hall was dark. The host in a suit and leather shoes stepped onto the stage, and the stage lights were turned on from different directions, converging into a bright beam of light and enveloping him.

The only light source in this dimly lit hall immediately made all the guests focus on the host.

"The commendation meeting is about to begin." The host didn't stay here for too long, and he quickly introduced the real center of the event, "Next, Mr. Masao Takada, a member of the House of Representatives, will give us a speech!"

The guests gave a round of applause out of face.

In the warm atmosphere, a beam of light shot down from the lighting on the 2nd floor, and it happened to shine on Senator Takada.

The ordinary-looking, even somewhat ugly member of parliament, was set off by this light beam, and he had a majestic aura out of thin air.

Sensing the admiring gazes around him, Senator Takada smiled smugly. The handsome secretary separated the crowd for him, and he walked leisurely towards the stage like an emperor.

Mao Lilan looked at this scene, a little surprised. She whispered to Jiang Xia and Suzuki Sonoko: "There are so many people, and the searchlight can find Representative Takada at once. If I were asked to find it, I'm afraid I'll have to look for it for a while."

It can't be blamed on her poor eyesight. After all, the participants of this banquet are mainly middle-aged men who are older and lack of exercise. Looking around, the hall is full of Mediterranean Sea, beer belly, and dark suits. Everyone looked like they were carved out of the same mold, and it was even more difficult to tell them apart when viewed diagonally from above.

Suzuki Sonoko understood this very well. She put a piece of cookie into her mouth, chewed and said: "In the past, the standing position will be determined in advance, but recently the technology has developed rapidly, so now the banquet hall usually gives people who are about to give a speech It is very convenient to issue a positioning device and wear it on the body to make the light automatically focus."

Jiang Xia looked at Senator Takada walking through the crowd: "The lights follow very smoothly, it seems that it is indeed the latter."

Mao Lilan followed his gaze, and suddenly felt that the congressman had been walking through the crowd for a long time: "Why didn't he go directly to the stage, and insisted on going around the crowd?"

(end of this chapter)