Corpse collector in Conan

Chapter 3001 3005 [Rum: Honey Trap! ] Ask for monthly ticket (`)

Curacao glanced down and saw that it was Rum calling.

My already bad mood got worse, but no matter what, the person in front of me was my boss after all...

After a moment's silence, a worker reluctantly picked up the phone, intending to report this bad assignment to his boss.

But before she could say anything, Rum spoke first, and his words almost made Curacao turn off his phone on the spot: "I saw the news. Uzo has a good relationship with you."

"..." Curacao gritted his teeth and said, "Actually, this is just a coincidence."

However, Rum has never been a good boss who likes to listen to his subordinates. He said to himself: "The mission was completed in excess, and the progress was much faster than I expected. This is a person who truly understands that time is money. I have said it before, that kid and I get along very well. If he is under my command, he will definitely play a double, no, triple role."

Curacao: “…” Yes, and at the same time he can also make you pay double, no, triple your lifespan.

The more Rum spoke, the more regretful he felt. Suddenly, he remembered the three elements to win over subordinates: power, beauty and money. Then he thought of Curacao's exotic face. Suddenly, he felt that he understood something:

"Come to think of it, Uzo seems to have helped you complete tasks more than once. You should keep in touch with him and ask him out more often when you have time to express your gratitude. You can also use the excuse that you won a prize and come to my sushi restaurant. That kid doesn't seem like the type to succumb to authority easily. I think it would be more appropriate for me to meet him as a friend and improve our relationship."

Curacao: "..." The sense of déjà vu is so strong. It turns out that the victims on the Uzo stage all had this mentality...

Curacao took a deep breath and warned himself in his heart: "Be patient. Even if Wuzo really becomes Rum's subordinate one day, then compared to fighting among peers, the lower class and the upper class will surely attract his attention.

"In order to prevent me from becoming a tool for him to overthrow his superiors, I will apply for a business trip and go far away, and come back after Rum dies."

Perhaps it was because she had been silent for too long, or perhaps invisible radio waves followed her resentment and reached the other end of the phone.

Finally, Rum stopped talking and noticed the attitude of his subordinate: Curacao doesn't seem to want to contact Uzo?

"Uzo is not as cruel as the legend says. You are in charge of intelligence work. Don't you know how exaggerated those rumors are?" Rum was amused. "You are really timid."

Curacao: "..." You are so brave. You still have a scar on your arm after it was blown up. And you have only had close contact with him a few times, and you have already had this experience. If you encounter him more often... maybe I won't have a boss anymore?

This thought flashed through his mind, and for a moment, Curacao really wanted to send Rum's location to Jiang Xia immediately, in real time synchronization.

...However, unfortunately, although Rum is arrogant, he is also very suspicious when he is suspicious. This guy rarely reveals his whereabouts. Even if he just said that she would treat Uzo to a sushi restaurant, the specific location of the restaurant must have been decided at the last minute, and it might even be decided in advance and then changed at the last minute.

“I don’t know if this measure can actually prevent Uzo. After all, in theory, the stage requires a certain amount of preparation time.”

Curacao couldn't help but feel a little curious, but her reason and desire to survive made her have no intention of following Rum's instructions - if she really did that, Rum would certainly be in trouble, and she might become a tool to bring bad luck to Rum. No matter how you look at it, this is not a good thing for her.

After simply saying a few perfunctory words to his boss, Curacao hung up the phone with a heavy heart, feeling exhausted as if he was talking to a deaf person.

"Why on earth does he think he can control a dangerous minor like Uzo? Although he does have many capable people under his command, this is nothing like Uzo."

Curacao was confused for a moment: "Even Gin rarely takes the initiative to get close to Ouzo. Rum's status is higher than Gin's, but his skills are far inferior. Isn't he afraid that the explosion of the dining car will happen again?"

...Forget it, I don’t want to worry about these troubles anymore.

Since the task was completed ahead of time by Uzo, she might as well go home happily and play some games.

...Of course it's not that annoying game, but a somatosensory fighting game where you beat up your boss.

Thinking of the satisfying touch, a cold light flashed in Curacao's eyes. She clenched her fists, and her knuckles clicked.

Just when I felt a little relieved, the next moment, there was a buzzing sound - the phone that I had just hung up started vibrating again.

“…”

A worker who hated incoming calls had a bad feeling and glanced at the screen: Rum again.

Curacao: “…” This guy can’t be able to read minds from a distance.

Thinking about the boss's sack that just flashed through his mind, a subordinate cleared his throat, picked up the phone guiltily, and said in an extremely respectful tone: "Do you have anything else to tell me?"

Rum responded, "I almost forgot. Now that the trouble with Gate Industries has been resolved, you don't have to deal with it anymore. There is another thing you need to do."

Curacao: “…”

The vacation that came out of nowhere is gone.

No mistake, just one song, one post, one content, one look!

But never mind, with a boss whose motto is “Time is money”, it’s normal not to have any vacation.

Curacao took a deep breath and kept a calm mind: "You say."

Rum: "Go to Fukito Villa."

Curacao: “?” Why does this name sound so familiar... Wait, isn’t this the place that the high school girl invited her to before!

Rum: "I heard that Uzo is going there to celebrate Valentine's Day and make Valentine's Day chocolates. You have nothing to do anyway, why not go with him."

“…”

With a click, a crack appeared on the cover of Curacao's phone.

…

The Damen family.

Although the road has been cleared, the murder happened nearby, and the group of people who stayed at Damen's house have now become important witnesses.

By the time Jiang Xia and his companions had lunch surrounded by the enthusiastic support of local police and finished taking their statements, and set out on their journey again, it was already afternoon.

Officer Shiratori leaned back in the comfortable car seat, looked at the setting sun, and sighed silently: Fortunately, I got a long enough vacation this time.

According to his original plan, he actually wanted to make this rare Valentine's Day date as long as possible, long enough to easily leave a beautiful memory.

But now...

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Thanks to the big guys for the [monthly tickets] (σ≧▽≦)σ.