Chapter 3133 3137 [Invitation] Please give me monthly tickets o(〃'▽'〃)o

As he said that, the Henggou Police Department looked around and picked out a policeman who was not often called and was not easily recognized by reporters: "Just let's just change your uniform, get a hairstyle, find a mask, pretend to be a suspect and get into the car with us."

The policeman was busy changing his clothes.

Jiang Xia went to the lounge to sit down, leaned against the sofa, and began to close her eyes and rest.

...

In the hall downstairs.

Curacao was like a dedicated door god, from the beginning of the dinner party to the end of the dinner party, and then from the crowd back to the house and the police came to visit.

More than ten minutes ago, when the police hurried upstairs when they saw a long string of police cars appearing at the door and the police rushed upstairs, the organization cadre who was familiar with Uzzo's crime process breathed a sigh of relief and murmured in his heart: "It's finally over."

She stretched tiredly and began to miss the soft and comfortable bed in the hotel. At the same time, she looked at the solemn policeman and was a little curious: she always felt that the policeman's expression was a little strange. What kind of case was it this time?

This thought flashed, and suddenly, Curacao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his originally lazy sitting posture became dark and tense again.

"Don't be curious about things you shouldn't be curious about." She secretly alerted herself, and at the same time shrank deeper into the sofa. "No matter how many abnormal the policemen in the group showed, even if they screamed upstairs, I would never go over and see it."

...

Although he knew that he could not be curious, as an intelligence officer, Curacao unconsciously raised his ears and used several times his attention to capture all the clues around him.

Soon, the whispers of several waiters caught her attention.

"You said, what happened upstairs?" The waiter murmured to his companion, "I heard that Jiang Xia seemed to be missing. Those lawyers were looking for him just now."

"It's been found." Her companion news was obviously more informative. "When Amei came to get the spare room card just now, she said she wanted to open the door of the short-haired female lawyer."

"!" The waiter reacted, his eyes widened, "She actually! - I said why she took Jiang Xia sneakily to the side door just now. At that time, I thought Jiang Xia was drunk, and she was afraid that this scene would be affected by the reporter... But she actually had such an idea! It was simply dirty!"

But soon, she waved her fist with relief: "Now that the police are here, they should be able to catch that woman back."

The companion shook his head, his expression becoming a little solemn: "Have you forgotten? The coral head policeman who came just now was a criminal policeman in the search class, and he was in charge of serious criminal cases - the last time someone killed someone in a hotel opposite us was the one who led the team to deal with it."

And turning a high school detective into a room is not like searching the scope of responsibility for a lesson. Unless... a murder occurred there?

It's not just the waiters who realize this.

On the nearby sofa, Curacao, who was quietly eavesdropping on it, also thought of these things.

"Was that woman dead? Or killed someone?" Curacao touched his chin, and a series of speculations immediately formed in his mind. "Jiang Xia had been 'missing' for so long, and then a waiter hurriedly ran down and got the room card, followed by the police... No matter how he looked at it, this case may not be related to him. He is not an important witness, or an important suspect."

While thinking, Curacao had already touched his cell phone.

Theoretically, when an organization member is involved in a major case and is at risk of falling into the hands of the police, the process of preparing for silence should almost be started.

"But now..."

Curacao pressed his eyebrows and felt unprecedentedly worried: except Uzzo, no one can silence out of thin air without him. Even if he is a sniper, if he wants to snipe people on such a dense street, he must be close enough.

In short, as long as you silence me, you have to send someone over, and some elites with sufficient execution capabilities must be sent. But the problem is that this matter itself... might be Uzzo's purpose.

"Maybe he wasn't involved in the case at all, but suddenly he found out that I was in the hall, so he deliberately created such an atmosphere and wanted me to trick a few people into playing."

"In this way, even if the person who comes is killed, he will be considered as self-defense, and all the responsibility will be on me."

"That's fine, but what's even more troublesome is that Uzo is good at using people - the stronger the ability of the people nearby, the greater the lethality of his. If the person I find becomes a tool to deal with me, wouldn't it be like digging a hole for myself to jump?"

The phone was already in my hand, but the news of "ready to silence" could not be sent out no matter what.

While struggling, she suddenly found that a figure standing quietly behind her was reflected on the screen of her mobile phone that had been blacked out at some point.

“?!”

Curacao suddenly turned around, and a curly-haired man in black suit and sunglasses instantly bumped into his eyes. He looked at each other on both sides. The man pulled down his sunglasses a little, looked at her from behind the lens and smiled, then reached out and handed a polite invitation.

As he looked at it with an indescribable gaze, Curacao felt the hair on his back stand up. She looked at the distance between the two of them too close, and there was a layer of cold sweat on her forehead.

"With my vigilance, even if I was thinking about things just now, I shouldn't let a person approach this level from behind." Curacao clenched his fists silently, "Is it because I was too distracted, or is there something wrong with the guy on the other side?"

"If I remember correctly, this is Uzzo's subordinate...it seems that the answer is the latter."

Everything related to Uzzo is worth a headache. And the only thing to be thankful now is that Uzzo is not Uzzo himself.

Curacao: "..." But for some reason, the guy in front of him actually smiled exactly like Uzzo, and even the faint aura that made people feel cold all over his body was replicated as it was.

"Is this Uzzo's ability to make a stand-in? His skills are really at the pinnacle of manipulation."

She took a deep breath and secretly reminded her that the guy in front of her was just a fake guy, while opening her mouth to say something.

However, unexpectedly, this senior stand-in didn't seem to have any intention of talking much. Before Curacao spoke, he had already put down the invitation and left politely.

"?" Curacao looked at his back as he walked away, and then looked at the invitations placed on the back of the sofa. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly. He wanted to set a fire on the spot, burning the invitations brought from Uzzo on the sofa.
Chapter completed!