Conan’s Corpse Picker

At the same time, Curacao couldn't help but secretly observe Rum's expression.

I saw my boss sitting in the back writing an email, and he was very excited. He didn't know how far the script in his mind was.

Curacao: “…”

This made her feel even worse. Based on her observations over the past few days and research on past cases, Curaçao found that Uzo was particularly fond of his peers - specifically, people who wrote scripts in front of him often Nothing good ends.

The two scriptwriters who were shot in the head from behind in different crews a few days ago are one of the bloody examples. Even Kurosawa Kazuma and Inozuka Taro, who had previously guest-starred as theater managers, were all killed in the end. Didn't survive.

Thoughts flashed across my mind, and the black vehicle drove silently faster.

Rum noticed the change in the speed of the vehicle, but didn't care: he was impatient himself, and now that his subordinates were impatient, he only felt that it was more efficient.

Moreover, Curacao loves to drive fast, so Rum didn’t pay attention and continued writing the email.

However, at the moment when he finally wrote the email as an innocently victimized sushi chef and planned to send it out to get Uzo to take the bait, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Instead, Rum received an email from someone else first.

…

Curacao was driving towards his destination with concentration when he suddenly heard an email notification sound coming from behind.

She pursed her lips and couldn't help but think of the hard days when she was harassed by emails urging subordinates from someone.

She was secretly taking out the sweet aloe vera when she heard from the back seat, Lang Mu actually clicked his tongue, as if he had received some news that made him very dissatisfied.

Curacao was startled, and then his ears suddenly became stunned.

What could make the second-in-command of the organization sound dissatisfied with a hint of depression?

There is no way that Uzo urged his subordinates to blame Rum.

This thought made Curacao feel happy, thinking to himself that Uzo had finally found the right person. It's time for Rum, the culprit who is stuck, to experience the pain she felt in the past few days.

But soon Curacao felt something was wrong: First of all, Uzo probably didn’t know that the bombed sushi chef was Rum. Secondly, even if he knew, he probably wouldn’t say it. He would only pretend to be confused and do it secretly. Something that makes him feel happy.

Curacao: "..." So who is the person who sent the message?

Wait, could it be something that has nothing to do with Uzo? Then wouldn't she, the subordinate closest to Rum at the moment, have to work overtime again? Damn it, if I had known this, I should have driven faster just now. Anyway, the license plate is fake now, so I am not afraid of being discovered by the traffic police.

She was secretly regretting it, but at this moment, Rum really spoke to her.

However, unexpectedly, what Rum said was nothing else, but: "That henchman in Ireland, you took the time to assign him to Uzo."

Curacao: "!?"

She almost lost control of the steering wheel. Her mind raced for a moment, and she confirmed in disbelief: "Should we do it immediately, or wait until I take a vacation?"

Rum snorted and said reluctantly: "Within today. Before that, you should contact Uzo first and explain the specific situation to him."

Curacao responded respectfully, his face as cold and capable as ever, but his heart was already in turmoil, and countless thoughts flashed through him in an instant.

The first instinctive thought that pops up in my mind is: I don’t want to contact Uzo, let alone hand over to him. Can someone else go there? I think Bourbon is pretty good.

But then came another surprise: Rum was finally willing to let him go, and once Maya Hashimoto left her, her contact with Uzo would be completely severed, and she would be able to feel confident if she was sent an email again in the future. Pretending not to see it, or even dragging him into the blacklist to refuse to receive mail - those long and painful days of being harassed by Uzo, are they finally over?

However, before he woke up for a few seconds, his senses returned and he was frightened again.

——That guy Uzo actually got someone from Rum, the arbitrary second-in-command? How on earth did he do it?

If you want Rum to hand over someone so cleanly and neatly, I'm afraid you have to let "that adult" speak, and he definitely doesn't just express his intention, but explicitly tells him to hand over someone...

This thought suddenly made Curacao's heart thump.

...Uzo himself is scary enough, but now it seems that he is actually a connected person?

Now he only needs peripheral confidants, but if one day he grows up and asks cadres to be his confidants...

"No, no, no. Thinking on the bright side, maybe that gentleman just doesn't like Rum recently. He saw that he was injured by three unknown ordinary criminals in such an open place in broad daylight, so he wanted to give him a slap."

Curacao analyzed optimistically in his heart: "Although Rum is a bit annoying, he is still very capable. He has not made any big mistakes recently, so he has nothing to show for himself. It happened to be the case of Hashimoto Maya. Rum was acting against the will and wasted time refusing to let him go, so this became a small reason to beat him."

No matter what he thought in his heart, as a qualified subordinate, Curacao did not express his thoughts.

However, she did not dare to ask, but Rum seemed to feel something, and sighed: "It is not okay to indulge your subordinates. If everything comes too easily, Uzo will not realize that we are a team that looks loose but is actually tight. A huge, hierarchical organization.”

He glanced at the email on his phone. The script he had carefully conceived would kick off when this letter fell into Jiang Xia's mailbox and begin to be performed steadily.

However, now, because of the sudden email just now, he must immediately stop all contact with Uzo, and the person he is holding must be given to him immediately.

After thinking about it for a long time, Rum could not remember when Uzo had contact with the boss, so he began to look for the reason elsewhere: "Is it because I have become too powerful recently and have been feared? But I have always been loyal. It’s better not to be questioned…”

But no matter how unwilling he was, the superiors always spoke in that tone. He can no longer pretend not to understand.

"Forget it, let's just wait for now." Rum deleted the email he just wrote little by little, but kept the matter in mind, preparing to use it as a message to contact Uzo when the time is right in the future. Opportunity.

Front driver's seat.

Curacao secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his final decision.

At the same time, this instinctive reaction also made her slightly startled, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind: Maybe this is not because the above is protecting Uzuo, a connected person, nor is it trying to beat Rum, but because... she doesn't want this second-in-command. Something happened?