Not long after, Vodka received a message.
Vodka: "…"
Uzzo's intelligence?
From Curacao?
...This woman has little contact with Uzo. She has any information in her hands. Could it be that she is empty-handed to get the little Wu coins.
Vodka briefly doubted it, but soon gave the price of a coin for this news blind box.
"If I remember correctly, Curacao was also on the scene in this case today. She did have two tricks in intelligence. Maybe she caught Uzo's flaws during her cohabitation this day?
"For this kind of information, I would rather kill it wrong than let it go - Besides, I made the Xiaowu coins myself, and I can copy a lot of them with a click of the mouse. If I want to make a fortune in nothing, I am the absolute winner."
Thinking of this, Vodka and Curacao bargained for a while, and finally generously called two coins.
Soon, the phone was shocked and Curacao's email came.
Vodka immediately sat upright and opened his email.
Click on the email worth two coins, and a photo was the first to catch your eye.
——A simple and low-key black sedan was parked in the yard, with heavy snow falling on the body and the ground beside it. It tilted slightly. If you look closely, you can see that the tires on one side were flat.
"A car with tire tits?" Vodka's eyes hopped and he instantly understood the reason for the birth of this photo: it must have been that Uzzo destroyed Curacao's transportation without morality in order not to let the actor leave without permission.
"What kind of information is this?" Vodka felt a vague feeling of being fooled, "Is this unsavvy guy the first day that Uzzo would use any means to pull the audience? - I have seen bombs loaded in the car!"
He suddenly began to feel sorry for the two small black coins he had just been cheated away, but after looking up, he saw the words other than the attachment, Vodka's expression became serious again.
"There is quite snow on the roof and the ground, but there is no such thing as the raised treads on the tires. The wind direction is blowing against the tires, and the wind is not strong..."
As Vodka looked at it, he suddenly understood what Curacao meant - this is not an ordinary fetal tympanic, just like the case that was "cracked" by Jiang Xia. This is a fetal tympanic case in a snow secret room!
"The tire was pierced, probably after the snow was covered, but there were no footprints around the vehicle..."
In an instant, vodka's thinking was synchronized with last night's Curacao: Why do some people feel so strong that they have to use secret room methods when they have a baby?
Or is this complicated technique that will make others want to lose their heads, and is just a little casual daily life with Uzzo?
"It's not a loss for two coins." Vodka looked at the photo in his email with a serious expression:
"He can pierce the tires of Curacao on snowy nights, and he can cut off my head quietly in the middle of the night. I have to find a way to figure out what to do... In addition, you have to bring two more spare tires when you go out in the future, so as not to be forced to stay by a broken tire at the critical moment when you need to escape.
"But then again, something as big as a tire is difficult to hide. What if Uzzo saw my spare tire and let it be scrapped? Or he was too lazy to do this, so he waved his hand and exploded the entire car..."
An organization cadre pondered about 108 ways to escape from the stage, and then began to eliminate them one by one in despair and pain.
...
When vodka is thinking hard.
On the other side, the door to the home.
Curacao clicked on the passerby mutual aid meeting, looked at the two silver coins that had arrived inside, and couldn't help but smile a little relaxed.
But soon, she found that the two silver coins were a little strange - the newly obtained small black coins had different patterns from the previous ones, and it seemed to have been updated.
"One is a pearl and a sea, the other... is this a leopard or a cat?" Curacao looked at it for a while, suddenly remembered something, and silently got goosebumps:
"Isn't this Uzzo's business card? Why do you copy these designs of vodka? Don't he know that those business cards symbolize doom and the favor of death?"
But when you look closely, unlike the business card, the patterns on the silver coins seem to have been condensed and revised.
“… Speaking of which, what have other business cards changed to?”
A trace of uncontrollable curiosity quietly rose from Curacao's heart. An intelligence agent touched his chin and fell into deep thought in an inertia.
...
As the case was solved and the physical evidence was found, the local police finally drove into the courtyard of the main house along the road that was urgently cleaned.
Nothing was done, and a troublesome serial murder case ended like this. The local police's faces were filled with a simple smile like picking up pies.
Jiang Xia sent a circle of business cards to the police who came over, and Officer Sato looked at the prisoner who was taken into the police car, a little confused: the murderer this time was particularly regretful, but he always felt that it was different from the regrets of the murderers before... But no matter what, the case finally came to an end and the road was already open, and they were finally able to embark on the journey again.
Before getting in the car, Ran Maori remembered something and looked at the female lawyer standing in a low-key manner in the corner - she has always had a good impression of this person who has the same profession as her mother.
Now seeing the other party standing alone in the corner and having just died a big customer, Ran Maori couldn't bear it and took the initiative to invite him: "Miss Shirai, we plan to go to Chudu Villa together. The Valentine's Day chocolates are very famous - they are idle and idle. Do you want to be together?"
"..." Belmode looked at Curacao with a bad look.
Curacao: "..." Is it true that Chudu Villa? I remember that I will never go to this life.
...And, what's going on with Valentine's Day chocolate? Does Uzzo have to celebrate Valentine's Day?
Curaçao looked at Jiangxia, then Suzuki Yuanko, and suddenly remembered the two-person Valentine's Day travel copy that previewed yesterday's secret game.
Just looking at the posters makes her feel goosebumps. If she moves to reality...
Curacao shivered as if she was frozen by the north wind. Then she looked at her watch and smiled politely and professionally: "I want to be with you too, but I'm very sorry. I still have a job next time and can't walk with you."
"That's how it is." Ran Maori breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that something happened to this client did not affect Miss Shirai's career, so she would feel at ease.
In Jiang Xia's reluctant gaze, Curacao watched the small bus walk away like a hamster staring at by a snake.
When the car disappeared from sight, she immediately got on the car that was sent by the outside members and drove in the other direction without looking back.
Not long after I turned it on, my phone rang.
Chapter completed!