[You still have to guess this? That guy Uzzo has never let any innocent president go. The one who died tonight must be that enthusiastic old thing.]
Chianti took the lead in giving his own point of view, accompanied by emotionally unrestrained indifference: [Haha, if this old man knew what monster he had put into his house, he would probably regret it until he died with his eyes closed.]
Vodka nodded secretly: Yes, although this woman has no brains, she understands Uzzo's preferences more or less, but it would be embarrassing to not help them passers-by.
However, before waiting for a long time to be relieved, as the vote note moved, suddenly, there was an extra vote behind the "sister-in-law".
——Some people think she is the deceased tonight.
Vodka: "?"
Who is this? I don't know Uzzo so much... Hum? Cohen?
Seeing the voter clearly, he couldn't help but touch his chin and then typed a few words: [Why vote for her?]
"Like Chianti, Cohen doesn't seem to think, but I always think that the kid's ideas can sometimes be a coincidence." Vodka thought, "So why did he suddenly fall into his sister-in-law? Is there some details hidden in it that I don't understand?"
It’s right to think about it. Although the old president is in the position of president, it is quite dangerous, but the eldest sister-in-law has a tendency to divorce, and she intends to leave behind her seemingly cowardly brother to divorce.
According to experience, this kind of woman who has an honest husband and plans to divorce is also a high-risk person, and the level of danger is no less than that of washing hands in a golden basin. Could it be that Cohen has seen this, so...
Just as he was thinking, a message jumped out, and Cohen replied: [Chanti asked me to vote. She said that there must be many people who voted for the president, and if they win, they won't get much money. But if we are not the president, we will make a lot of money.]
Chianti: [Idiot! You tell them now, how can we make money!]
Vodka that carefully analyzed countless reasons: "…"
Bastard! I worked hard to make these small wu coins to let you analyze Uzo's psychology - who asked you to analyze the odds!
"A group of people without vision, if you paddle like this, you will be killed by Uzzo's small theater sooner or later." Vodka snorted, and no longer paid attention to these two stupid snipers, he turned to think:
"So who will die this time? In fact, in addition to the president and sister-in-law, the elder brother also looks very dangerous - maybe 5 years ago, he killed his younger brother's fiancée, causing his younger brother to go away from home. Now, the younger brother accidentally learned the truth, so he decided to come back to take revenge and specially brought a few foreigners to treat him as witnesses who proved that he was absent..."
"But then again, his slow brother who has been in the club for many years but can't even remember Suzuki Yuanko and Shirato Ren Saburo, is really capable of breaking up a couple?
"In comparison, those who have this ability and character are indeed more like the president. In other words, the most dangerous one is definitely this old man."
The forward and reverse spiral cross-direction thought for a lot, and finally, vodka cast his cautious vote.
...
On the other side of Tokyo.
The busy Gin glanced at her phone and quickly understood the status quo.
"Damen Industry..." This familiar name of the club made him twitch, feeling a little regretful: Although it is not completely synchronized with the news from Rum, if you pay a little attention to this trend, it is not difficult to guess that the president who intends to clean up is probably not far from death.
So the preparations that should be made were already made by Gin. Even now, even if you learn that Uzzolo has reached the side of this rich man, there seems to be no more room for profit.
He voted casually and quit the process.
After him, only the two people present were left - Curacao and Belmode.
While following the president of the gate and the maid to the guest room, Belmode moved his fingertips and bet on the enthusiastic president.
As the "eyes and ears" that synchronize messages to others, Belmode certainly would not selflessly contribute all clues: for example, just now she discovered that Jiang Xia, who likes to hand over business cards when she meets people, did not send a business card to the president this time.
Although there are many other explanations for this behavior, such as traveling around, Uzzo was so tired that he forgot... But compared to these accidents, Belmode felt that it was another reason - for example, Uzzo felt that the president would probably never use his business card.
...
Belmode confirmed the candidate.
In the guest room.
The president left behind by the president and was quietly shrank at this time, Curacao, also selected the president of the gate among the many deceased reserves at almost the same time.
"Putting other factors aside, judging from the recording provided by Belmode alone, my sister-in-law is indeed very similar to the dead." Curacao poked the screen, and the lenses reflected a cold light. "If it weren't for this mission, maybe I'd already chosen her."
"But unfortunately, I knew in advance that the president of the gate was the target of the organization's silence, and based on my experience, Uzzo was never vague when helping the organization silence... Haha, this time, I must not be wrong.
"This is not cheating, it is just a reasonable use of the information you have."
Thinking of this, she pressed down at the president.
Almost at the same time, the door opened, and a sound that made her alert and engraved into the DNA came in: "Ms. Shirai."
"?!" Curaso put away his cell phone and stood up like a serious lawyer. Looking up, he saw a group of people standing at the door, looking at her strangely or curiously.
The president of the gate looked around and looked around: "You know each other?"
Both Eaka and Suzuki Yuanko nodded: "I have encountered it a few times before."
"Haha, that's right." The president of the main gate twisted his beard. He originally wanted the lawyer who collected money to give up the best guest room to the new guests. But now that he knew each other, it was difficult to do this.
So he simply handed over the arrangement of the room to the maid completely, and on the excuse of changing clothes, he went back to the bedroom alone.
"Please come with me, everyone." The maid took the guests through the long corridor and came to several rooms. "These three rooms are spacious and the views are very good. You can assign them to your own according to your habits."
She gestured to the passage on the other side: "If you want to take a walk or enjoy the scenery, you can walk into the yard from this aisle - the snowy scenery at Damenjia is a local area. Many people in the town have been proud of this place, so you can enjoy it as much as you want."
The others were nodding as if they were listening to the tour guide's introduction.
Curacao ended the conversation that was dragged by Jiang Xia in a few words, quietly retreated behind everyone, and then clicked on the passers-by to help the mutual aid meeting.
Chapter completed!