"I killed someone in the yard next door. Uzzo put a ladder on the wall. I stepped on it without thinking. I was so happy to see it..."

The happier I just ate the melon, but now I feel so stuffy and painful when I fall.

But Vodka dared not say anything: he made such a big mistake and could not be forgiven! - Strictly speaking, if the mistake was not himself, he would have been gloating at the moment, while mocking the person involved for not understanding Uzzo.

"It must be reviewed deeply." Vodka sighed, regretful and glad:

"But speaking of this, Curacao is quite loyal. If she hadn't sent me a sudden message of blackmailing me 10 coins, I wouldn't have noticed the movements of the police so quickly."

"Although I installed motion sensors at the main entrance and exit of that building, and someone would be reminded if I entered... But if the police really waited for the police to enter the building and found out, then my reaction time would probably be shortened by more than a minute and I couldn't retreat so safely."

While taking out the phone and remotely destroying the sensors, vodka fell into new troubles: "It is impossible to really give Curacao 10 coins. In that case, it will not only easily fall into the inflation of Xiaowu coins, but also reduce the enthusiasm of this woman - what should she do if there is such a thing next time, what should she not say anything?"

But it is certainly unreasonable to not give it to you at all.

After hesitating for a moment, vodka filled in a number with a deletion and deletion, "3".

"Just three." Vodka nodded slightly, "It looks like it's not too small, but it's not much--with Curacao's analysis level, it won't take long to lose all the coins."

After paying the bill, Vod added the car hidden in the parking lot and drove away in a flash.

On the way, he frowned, and always felt something was wrong.

"Wait?!" Two streets were opened, and Vodka shuddered and suddenly understood the problem. "Not for Uzo, why did Curacao know that the person the police were going to arrest was me?"

...

"Ah Yeh!"

Hotel corridor.

Curacao made an uncontrollable sneeze with the lowest volume.

After that, she raised her head, then her eyes twitched slightly and found that it seemed useless to lower the volume. Uzzo still looked over with concern and attached a heartwarming greeting that made people feel cold: "What's wrong, I feel uncomfortable?"

"...Nothing." Curacao responded politely, laying the groundwork for rejecting the invitation that might come next, "just catch a little cold."

"The sea breeze is a bit strong." Jiang Xia nodded and handed over the coat thoughtfully, "If you want to wear more when you are cold."

Curacao lowered his head stiffly, staring at the black dress full of Uzo's aura, and his high heels almost tripped together: "..." Take it away! Take as far as you can!

Next to him, Conan looked back and forth between the two, silently pushing his glasses.

"Although I didn't see what happened to Jiang Xia just now, it's not difficult to guess the situation - it should be that this female lawyer cooperated with the police and Jiang Xia to act in a play and became their short-term ally... No wonder Jiang Xia seemed to trust her more.

"What happened tonight must be unrelated to that organization, but Jiang Xia successfully escaped from the vortex... Could it be that organization actually doesn't want Jiang Xia to leave substantial black material, but just wants to use a way of singing a red face and a white face to deceive the trust of this detective?"

"What a group of cunning guys... When I go back, I will find some cases of black-hearted lawyers and show them to Jiang Xia every day to make him more alert to some suspicious guys."

...

Curacao tried his best and finally politely rejected the terrible coat.

As soon as she sent Wu Zuo away, she moved her eyes and found a child's hidden hostile gaze.

Curacao: "..." What's so envious about this? You just want to give it to you... Yes! Why didn't you take the coat just now and put it on this child directly? In this way, both sides won't offend it. It's better than now, the two of them looked at her in a strange way.

A smart intelligence official summed up his experience and skillfully slowed down his pace and landed behind everyone.

Then she took out her phone and glanced at the screen. The phone she had just placed close to her body seemed to have shaken twice, and it should be news.

At the same time, a string of ringing sounds suddenly sounded from the waist of the Henggou Police Department in front.

The police officer happily answered the phone, but after only a few words, the smile on his face disappeared: "Have you run away in advance? Where is the luggage?... nothing? Have you found the wrong place? Let Yamamoto and the others reposition it and then look for it!"

When Curacao heard his words, he guessed a little in his heart.

She looked down at her cell phone and found that the vibration just now came from the mutual aid club of passers-by.

Without much thought, Curacao clicked on the latter one step ahead.

The increasingly gorgeous interface slowly unfolded. With a glance, she saw three shiny silver coins in her inbox. When she looked closely, she saw that each of them had different styles.

The beautiful silver light cured the false lawyer's slightly bad mood. Although it was much less than expected, for Curacao, which had been declining for many years, three brand new small wu coins placed side by side, looked pleasing enough to the eye.

"I am in the mood to send this to me, and it seems that I ran away smoothly." Curacao was a little surprised, "and he didn't even leave his tail. I didn't even provide him with more specific information... He was very fast."

Although I had known that vodka had changed, I really didn't expect that he could evolve so thoroughly - this guy could no longer see the shadow of the stupid Gin assistant, and he could only see a self-contained organizational elite who is alone, although he is cowardly but can live.

If people stay next to Uzo for a long time, they will actually cause this level of qualitative change...

While feeling deeply moved, a thought flashed across Curacao's mind: Absolutely, you must not let Rum know this news.

Speaking of rum...

"Why did Rum send that email?"

As a busy second-in-command confidant, Curacao did not dare to neglect for too long. He quit the mini program of Passerby Mutual Aid Association and clicked on the email.

Soon, she realized that she was overthinking - it was not rum who sent the email, but vodka.

I thought this unlucky colleague was here to report his safety, but I was wondering why he suddenly became so polite. However, the next moment I clicked on the email, Curacao found that he was thinking too much again - this was not a safe email, on the contrary, there was only one sentence in it:
Chapter completed!