At the same time, as an organization cadre, Curaço knew that she could not leave the invitation that didn't know whether the organizational information was written on it. Otherwise, if any secrets were really leaked, Uzzo would at most lose one subordinate, and what she was affected would be her own body.

Thinking of this, an organization worker had to put on gloves and masks, and then, as the waiters looked at the sudden gaze of "She turned out to be a cleanliness!", he reluctantly took the invitation and used his bomb-disposal concentration to carefully turn it open.

When I looked closely, the page was blank.

“…?”

Curaso frowned and looked at it in confusion, but no matter how he looked, it was just an ordinary invitation without any content.

"What does this mean?" She would rather see a bloody threat letter after she opened it than face such blank unknowns. "Forgot to write it? Take the wrong one?...or just simply want to scare me like this?"

While speculating randomly, Curacao suddenly looked up alertly and saw several policemen escorting a man and walking over from the stairwell.

She immediately looked at the "suspect" who was escorted, and then she didn't know whether to be glad or regretful: This guy brought by the police was obviously not Uzzo.

So Curacao hid the invitation and began to watch quietly like other people in the hall.

However, as she looked at her, she suddenly realized that the policemen turned their heads and looked at her in unison when they were passing by her, and then walked straight towards her.

Curacao: “…?”

She raised her heart slightly and looked at the police officers who had just contacted Uzzo not long ago: What's wrong?

Soon, the Henggou police department stopped in front of her.

The tall police officer pointed to the unlucky man who was being escorted: "That's right, this gentleman is an important witness in a murder case. He wants to ask a lawyer to defend him before the prosecution, and your companions unanimously recommended you - can you help us?"

Curaçao looked at the policeman and gently touched the blank invitation in his pocket, and suddenly realized.

"The reason this invitation is blank is that Uzzo seems to have given me two choices, asking me to fill in the specific content myself.

"One of them is to ask me to come over to him, and if I refuse, then a second option will appear - go to the police station to help others defend."

Thinking of this, Curacao couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Wuzzo wouldn't think that in my eyes, these stupid police officers would be more scary than him, right? - Not to mention the mere police headquarters, I have even passed the more advanced and confidential places more than once. There is no need to think about this multiple-choice question."

The only problem is that if he chooses to leave with the police, then Uzzo may not be happy, because this must not be the option he likes.

However... even at the risk of being revenge by that guy, she didn't want to run over and stay with Uzzo - the more she was good at intelligence work, the more she felt Uzzo's methods were incredible. Keeping enough distance was the most effective security measure.

In addition, if he takes a step back, will he give up those deadly pranks if he makes him happy?

"Definitely not." Curacao sighed silently, "At most, the way of playing will change - just like Bourbon, he is a staff member of "Jiangxia", but what about the rewards he gets in the end? He has never stopped running away every few days."

Without having to worry for too long, Curacao made his own choice decisively.

In the admiring gaze of the Henggou police officer, she stood up like an enthusiastic lawyer: "No problem, let's go."

...

Soon, when I went to the police station, there was a lawyer with a slightly relaxed pace.

Curacao followed the police out of the gate and got into the car. The driver stepped on the accelerator and the police car drove away quickly.

Seeing the vehicle getting farther and farther away from the hotel and getting rid of Uzo's shadow, Curazo touched his chin and moved his mind slightly.

Speaking of which, why do you have to choose one of the two? As a rational adult organization cadre, she obviously can not want both.

"On the way to the parking lot just now, these policemen revealed something that Ritsuko Usui seemed to be dead - if so, then I can finish this task on the spot and do the next one."

"As for the defense I just agreed to... I know so many lawyers, as long as I give enough, there will always be people who are willing to fly over and take over overnight."

She took out her cell phone and recalled the right lawyer stand-in.

Just as I was thinking, suddenly, the vehicle entered a gate and soon stopped beside a building.

Curacao: "?"

arrive?

But in my impression, the police headquarters is not so close.

She could feel something was wrong, and when she looked out the window, an intelligence agent with outstanding memory spoke in surprise: "Isn't this the back door of the hotel?"

Why did you come back after going around?

"It's here, get out of the car!" Henggou police department opened the car door and waved to her like a thief.

At the same time, the staff passage in the building was pushed open from inside, and a waiter also whispered in a sneaky voice: "Come in, come in!"

Curacao: "…"

Surrounded by a group of tiptoe policemen, she got out of the car alertly and confusedly, entered the building through the side door, and came all the way to a lounge.

Pushing open the door, facing the window and turning to the swivel chair at the door, a familiar person came over, Jiang Xia sat at the table, raised her eyes and looked at her. The moment when her eyes touched each other, the fake detective laughed in a good mood: "Ms. Shirai."

Curacao: “………”

...The bad premonition has come true.

Although she had already been mentally prepared when the police car was parked downstairs of the hotel, now, when she really saw the gloomy face, Curacao couldn't help but breathe, and her whole body felt like a numbness like a thunderbolt.

At the same time, she realized later that her interpretation just now seemed to be wrong.

——That blank invitation is probably not a "choice" at all, but more like a bill and notice.

The moment you receive it, the stage has already unfolded, and no matter what choice you make, it will only lead to the result defined by the scriptwriter.

"Why did things turn out like this..."

Amid the anxious urging of the police, an organization cadre walked into the door numbly.

Although she was here, Curacao's soul seemed to have floated to another place. She pressed her forehead and thought about it seriously as never before: "Do you want to apply and transfer it to the United States or Europe?"
Chapter completed!