Chapter 1915 1915 [Curaao doesn't want to work overtime]

Miwako Sato was stunned for a moment, unbelievable: "You mean that Jiang Xia might also be the murderer?! I was by his side the whole time just now, but you are talking about how he kills people? Are you going to change into a clone and sneak out to kill like in the anime? "

Bupo Narumi: "So you are suspected of perjury, you will come with me later."

Miwako Sato: "?"

Hashimoto Maya's pupils trembled: "..." This, is this Uzo's lore? Lock up all the people who might get him a hand.

Ordinary citizens can be cleared of suspicion after being investigated, but these few members of the organization will be silenced in advance when there is a risk of leaking the secrets... Is it worth his effort? What kind of hatred do they have? !

...Or is this incident aimed at Jiang Xia, and she is just a small shrimp who was solved by the way?

Several high school students were also stunned, and Suzuki Sonoko couldn't believe it: "... Are the police in Hokkaido arresting people so wildly?"

Fupo Narumi pushed her glasses and sneered: "It's not arresting people, just asking them to go over and have a chat-a qualified policeman should not exclude suspected targets just because of his reputation and friendship. All I have to do is find Find out all the possibilities, and then rule out the impossible one by one, and finally find the murderer."

Jiang Xia glanced at Maya Hashimoto, and then Saburo Inozuka by the way.

Then he became the most talkative among the group of people: "Then go and have a look. Last time I came here in a hurry, I haven't visited the Hokkaido police station properly yet."

Fupo Narumi snorted coldly, and treated everyone equally: "It's too early to speak in such a tone of staying out of the matteralthough you are only going to the police station as a witness, in fact, your suspicion has not been ruled out."

Miwako Sato hardened her fist: "..."

People's mood is always conserved, Bupo Narumi is in a good mood at this time. She found a few police cars and came over, like an old farmer with a good harvest, preparing to pull the huge team of suspects to the police station.

Miwako Sato took out her phone and sent a message to Megure Police Department.

Although Megure's police rank is a little lower than that of Fuba Narumi, and it's far away in Tokyo, I can't speak.

But Miwako Sato remembers that her police department is not only good at identifying younger brothers, but also very good at identifying older brothers.

Miwako Sato's fingers were flying fast, almost typing the speed of sound on the phone: "..." Your brother is about to be captured by the Hokkaido people, so hurry up and think of a way to punish this hateful local snake, the almighty police department!

Matsuda Jinpei floating beside: "..."

When did this policewoman send text messages so fast?

Human potential is indeed infinite.

When Miwako Sato shook people.

Beside , Jiang Xia is also writing an email.

But he obviously doesn't need to be as troublesome as Miwako Sato to send emailsalthough Jiang Xia is usually more used to knocking with his hands, but it's not easy for him to send messages to his dear colleagues face to face unless Narumi is staring at him like an enemy.

So he switched to the way of a psychic, poking Noah: "Send an email to Curacao."

"..." Noah straightened up with a ball, sat up, and straightened the non-existent tie on the non-existent neck like a secretary, "Say it!"

Not long after, in a comfortable safe house, Curacao's cell phone rang.

Judging from the notification sound, it is still the kind of special email that cannot be ignored.

Curacao was wrapped in a quilt, his eyelashes fluttered, and he opened them murderously: "..." It was hard to go to bed early one day, who would disturb her dream without long eyes?

Click to open it, and the culprit carelessly wrote his code name in the send columnOuzo.

Curacao:

She moved her finger, and instinctively moved to the delete key.

Then I struggled to restrain my emotional impulse, and kept this email with my iron-hard reason.

The light from the phone screen illuminated Curacao's face. She clicked on the email and scrolled down.

[I traveled to Hokkaido in my free time, and ran into two of your subordinates, as well as my new younger brother who I deposited with you.

[This was supposed to be a surprise encounter, but now there is a small accidentone of your subordinates was unfortunately killed, and another subordinate, my younger brother, and myself have become suspects in the case one of the people. ]

When Curacao saw this, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and his mind had already automatically translated: Uzo killed one of her subordinates, made the other subordinate and Hashimoto Maya suspects, and chose 1 of 3 in order to get his favorite , while covering up his "Uzo" identity, the guy even stuffs himself into his case game, making a cameo next.

...It sounds quite lively.

This guy can make trouble for her when he has time, so can't he do something serious to share the work?

Curacao continued to turn the page down with a murderous look.

[Not many people know my identity, even if I enter the police station, it will be no big deal, but I am very worried about your subordinates and my new little brother.

[I just remember that you were on a business trip in Hokkaido a while ago, so you should know people here. You remember to put them on hold for the silence process - those two loyal peripheral members will not leak, it is just a necessary process to desensitize the police. ]

Curacao: "..." It's unreasonable to make trouble. She has been to Hokkaido, so she must be able to command the people in charge of silence?

well she really can.

Did this Uzo guess by himself, or did he receive accurate information from somewhere?

Curaao scrolled down again, making sure that there was nothing behind, then returned to the mailbox, hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly began to write the email.

...Of course it's not about being a minor.

It's just a matter of intercepting people from a police car. It can be avoided or avoided as much as possible.

What's more, if you think about it carefully, she approved the three people to go to Hokkaido. If there is a commotion there, she will be held accountable.

On the contrary, if you agree to Uzo now, even if something happens, Uzo will be responsible for it.

After sending the email wearily, Curacao glanced at it while destroying the received one just now.

Then sighed silently: Uzo actually counted the subordinate she sent out among the "loyal peripheral members".

For some reason, she had a premonition that even if the only remaining member survived, she would not be able to keep this subordinate.

...But fortunately, when she sent out the watchman, she had automatically crossed the watchman off the available list. Rounding is not considered a loss, it is just a planned loss.

After just a few clicks on the phone, Curacao felt more tired than killing two people.

She yawned, threw the phone aside, and pulled the quilt over her head, hoping to block those nasty guys who sent her messages at any time.

(end of this chapter)