An ordinary sentence, an ordinary electronic font, but Curacao saw a hint of unconcealed fear and doubt from this line of words for no reason.

As if he saw Vodka's expression from the air, Curacao's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but fall into silence.

...Is this difficult to guess?

Who else can you use surveillance to peek at Jiang Xia at all times? Apart from you, the founder of the Passerby Mutual Aid Association?

Even if the camera is pretended by someone else, you, a guy who is not a crazy fan, will probably squeeze into the line and occupy a place for voyeurism.

"And just now, although Jiang Xia's expression was well controlled, the pleasure that emanated from the bottom of her heart was still visible to those who knew Uzzo at a glance. He must be harming his colleagues again..."

In a short time, Curacao felt a little more sympathetic about vodka. When he was away from home, if he had less of the toy that Uzo liked to share the firepower, then his time tonight would never be so calm.

In short, combined with various factors, when I heard that the police were searching for targets on the other side of the network through the surveillance in the room, Curacao's mind instantly jumped out of vodka's face.

So she made a quick decision and sent a message to vodka, "If the person on the surveillance is not vodka, then in a broad sense, all the information related to Uzzo can be called "life-related" to vodka, and she just used exaggerated methods.

And if it is... then you will get some extra small coins like this, and get the thanks from vodka by the way.

Curacao: "..." Well, because some people are like paranoid and have been killed, the latter goal has not been achieved. But overall, she is quite satisfied with the gains tonight.

but……

After briefly recalling the whole thing, Curacao's breathing suddenly stopped: "I guess the person on the surveillance is vodka, so why would Uzzo know this? Could it be... he also knows the existence of the 'Passenger Mutual Aid Association'?!"

This thought flashed through her, and she felt like she was poured a basin of ice water in midsummer, and she instantly turned from her head to her feet.

At this moment, when she recalled the scenes of the past leisurely watching Uzzo stage, she seemed to see another pair of eyes quietly watching her in the void behind her.

Curacao: "…"

The thoughts in his mind ran for a while, and finally stopped with her efforts: "No, calm down. The only thing that was exposed should be vodka himself - he would not run to Izu for no reason. Uzo might just notice his movements, so he set a trap and tricked him."

"Of course, the better situation is that Uzzo is actually not sure who the person who peeps is. It's just like opening a blind box, whoever he catches."

"After all, the program of the Passerby Mutual Aid Association uses an organizational framework when building it, and even I can't crack it without a trace. Even if Uzzo manipulates some people who are good at programming, he can't watch each of us as I thought, as we peek at him."

After some thought, Curacao finally pressed this terrible guess with reason.

She shook her head and threw the bad thoughts out of her mind, and decided to think about something happy.

Soon, the fake lawyer re-clicked the passerby mutual aid club that he had just closed and looked at his silver coin collection box.

After admiring the newly seen patterns, she murmured in her heart: "For such an important thing, only three small black coins were sent... The stinginess of vodka has not changed much from the past."

...

On a quiet night, some people are killing, some are murdering, some are running away, and some are counting the newly picked ghosts and murderous aura after solving the case, and fall asleep peacefully.

The fulfilling night passed quickly.

It's dawn on the second day.

On the other side of the city that is diagonally located to the hotel.

After a series of investigation and screening, vodka finally barely moved into a new residence that was temporarily safe.

He arranged the security measures he should have and couldn't help but yawn. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a while, but the lack of information made him toss and turns and sleep hard.

After more than 40th lap, Vodka finally sat up with a pair of dark circles and checked the various news that it automatically captured with his fate.

The first one was indeed the murder case last night.

However, probably out of protection for underage detectives, there is no mention of too many murder details. The focus of the report was directed to the other side - the whole article was filled with the police's condemnation of the hotel's secret photography, and the pursuit of the late night but was escaped by the other party, calling on citizens to report clues immediately.

Looking at the heart-pounding news, thinking of his thrilling run last night, Vodka couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his cold sweat: "Fortunately, I was cautious enough. When I rented that house, I didn't come out directly, nor did I contact people nearby, and even brought my own food and water. But..."

He was suddenly stunned and felt something was wrong: "Wait, this camera was obviously not installed by me, why did I take the blame in the end??"

...

An innocent member screamed in anger.

On the other side.

Curacao also fell silent when he looked at this report that was not very important.

After a while, after some consideration, she restored the whole process and then packaged the situation of the case last night and sent it to Rum.

There are also several photos attached, highlighting the female lawyer's death - have you seen it? The fate of using a beauty trick against Uzzo.

Tokyo.

Rum received a report from Curacao, wiped his hands and clicked on it as soon as possible.

After watching the case last night with interest, he twisted the fake beard on his lips and laughed out a pair of big teeth:

"This child is really decisive in handling things he doesn't like - on the other hand, Curacao approached him several times, not only did he not take action, but he helped Curacao solve the task every time... Does this mean that my plan is indeed correct?"

The beauty plan went smoothly, which made people feel happy. Although it was a bit strange why Curacao met Uzzo on a business trip, it seems that this is not a key point worth pursuing.

Soon, the second-in-command replied to the email, then put away his cell phone, and continued to start his fulfilling daily life.

opposite.

Curacao, who secretly prayed that Rum gave up his stupid beauty scheme, finally received a reply after waiting anxiously for a few minutes.

She quickly clicked and saw a few big words.

--[make persistent efforts.]
Chapter completed!