Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1686 1686 [Uzomo hit me] Ask for a monthly pass o(〃'▽'〃)o

   Not to mention that Ireland cannot be too far away from the plane. For an accident of this magnitude, the list of all passengers and flight attendants will definitely be checked on the spot to avoid omissions during rescue.

  If a passenger runs away on the way, even if the passenger has no problem with this kind of abnormal behavior, he will be watched by the police and the party responsible for the accident trying to find out the problem. Ireland will not do such a stupid thing.

  Curaçao's observation ability was originally very keen, and she also wanted to search, so the moment Ireland stepped off the plane, she immediately locked the location of this colleague, and watched him all the way to find Ireland's current hiding place.

  Curaçao pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and approached them casually.

  Originally, things went very well, but when an ambulance passed by, she suddenly felt hairs on her back, and instinctively became vigilant.

   Curacao looked over there from the corner of his eye, and saw Jiang Xia leaning against the ambulance station, draped over a blanket like a victim. But his eyes had nothing to do with the "victim"—the fake detective was looking straight at her with undisguised interest.

   Curacao's hand holding the phone froze: "..."

  ... Pretend not to see it. It's so late now, it's normal to ignore a person on the side of the road.

  Thinking of this, Curacao walked past without looking sideways, wanting to leave this territory quickly. But suddenly, Jiang Xia waved at her.

  He was still wrapped in a blanket, and he was waving his hands. He was so conspicuous that it was impossible for normal people to ignore him.

   Curacao's eyes twitched and he had to stop.

   Curacao: "..." Thinking about it carefully, Uzo doesn't know her. Maybe this guy just found out that she wasn't a real ambulance worker, so he wanted to stop her to see the situation.

  If she pretended to be an ordinary suspicious person at this time to satisfy Uzo's curiosity, he would probably only treat her as an ordinary person who interested him. Even if the interest comes and arranges some small accidents, Kula believes that with his own strength, he can fully handle it.

  But if you see Jiang Xia as if you didn’t see it... What if Wu Zuo combined with Ireland’s mistake and guessed that she is a cadre who knew "U Zuo=Jiang Xia" and came to silence her? Ireland doesn't seem to last long, and she doesn't want to be sent up to take over from Ireland now.

   A series of thoughts flashed through quickly, and Curacao finally stopped.

  Jiang Xia glanced around and found that no one was paying attention, so he approached with a blanket on.

   "..."

  As he approached, Curacao instinctively wanted to touch the gun—this demon looked innocent in a blanket, and the contrast between the outside and the inside made her feel uncomfortable.

  But in the end, Curacao just raised his hand and brushed his hair, pinning the broken hair behind his ears: "Hi, is there anything I can help you with?"

  Jiang Xia said politely: "There is one thing."

   "Tell me." Curacao guessed that he wanted to send himself to a certain crime scene, and choose one of the three—in short, he agreed first, and then took the opportunity to leave.

  Just thinking about it, Jiang Xia continued with a friendly attitude: "The co-pilot who is being thrown away by the crowd, don't rush to silence him. If Ireland can't use him, I can recycle him."

   "?!"

   Like a basin of cold water being poured head-on, Curacao's fingertips trembled: Was she exposed? Just say a word? ?

  Usually in the Metropolitan Police Department, or even the police department, Curacao can rely on her disguise and acting skills to get in and out freely. Some stupid policemen even thought she was a newly recruited secretary and came to talk to her. But in Wu Zuo's place, her disguise was like a layer of thin paper, unable to block even a beam of sight.

   Curacao: "..." Calm down, maybe he just guessed.

  She tilted her head, her eyes were puzzled and innocent: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

  Jiang Xia looked at her in surprise: "Can you come to Japan to be a cadre even if you don't have good Chinese? Oh, I forgot that you are also of mixed race. Do you need me to explain it in English again?"

   Curacao: "!" How did this guy find out? ! She has obviously changed her face into a very popular Japanese face... Could it be that Uzuo has known her for a long time? !

  When she was observing Ireland just now, she obviously hid in a blind spot, especially avoiding the place where Jiang Xia got off the plane, and then mixed in the venue and went to the destination secretly like a staff member. Even this can be seen through at a glance...

   It seems meaningless to put it on any longer.

   Curacao's eyes turned cold, and his innocent look faded: "You knew me a long time ago?"

"I don't know, I guessed wildly, I didn't expect to guess right." Jiang Xia looked more innocent than she was just now, and her words were condemning, "You are too restless-fortunately, if it is me, if you meet someone outside the organization What about people?"

   Curacao: “…”

  She accidentally creaked the pen in her hand, and there were dense cracks on the pen case.

  Now she can understand why Ireland has been frustrated repeatedly, but still refuses to give up fighting against Uzo - this look is really unbearable, even she can't help but want to draw a gun and empty the magazine at this man.

  But soon, Curacao came back to his senses: Uzo's information was so accurate that it was definitely not a guess, this guy was just bluffing her.

   But that didn't prevent her from being unable to resist. Curacao snorted coldly: "You'd better make sure you can guess correctly every time, otherwise leaking information about the organization like this will sooner or later be on our cleanup list."

   "Of course I will guess right." Jiang Xia glanced at the murderous look on her body, and smiled gracefully like a serious cadre, "The only people who can hear about the organization from me are my dear colleagues and fresh corpses."

   Curacao's expression didn't change much, but when he became vigilant in his heart, he became more murderous.

  Her murderous aura is a fragrant plant smell, according to the precise identification of the ghosts, it seems to be aloe vera. But it is more fragrant and sweeter than the aloe-flavored murderous gas Jiang Xia picked up before—if the previous murderous gas was a potted plant that grew randomly, then the Curacao brand murderous gas is like a clean and peeled transparent aloe block , or the edible version.

  Jiang Xia: "..." As expected of a cadre, the same type of high-end murderous aura can overwhelm ordinary citizens.

  Whether this kind of murderous spirit is mixed into desserts or put a little in wine, it can be mixed with a good taste.

  Jiang Xia's eyes were full of undisguised appreciation. He touched his pocket and took out an exquisitely designed card: "Should I change my business card? It just so happens that there are a few left for this business trip—this one is a VIP model with bronzing edging."

   "No..." Curacao said half of his refusal, and suddenly felt that the refusal would only arouse the fake detective's deeper interest, so he changed the subject, "I don't need a business card, you can write down my email address."

  She has countless mailboxes, and now she picks the longest one and speaks very fast, and it doesn't matter whether Jiang Xia can remember it or not—it's best if she doesn't remember it.

  (end of this chapter)