Chapter 2948 2952 [Belmode: Profligate Merchant] Request for Monthly Pass

Chapter 2948 2952 [Vermouth: Profiteer] Asking for monthly tickets (づど)

I didn't feel anything in Osaka, but now that I've left that environment and suddenly relaxed, Calvados really felt how tormented the previous days were.

"Tokyo is still good." An organization cadre stretched his body and stretched his waist, ready to go back to the house for a good sleep. He looked at the peaceful streets and couldn't help but sigh, "Finally left that damn place in Osaka."

...

On the other side.

Vermouth sipped his coffee, while recalling Calvados's description of his recent experience just now, while browsing the news on the screen.

Soon, she couldn't sleep at all - not because of the coffee.

"I can't deceive myself. I should face the reality. Calvados is definitely being targeted by Uzo."

Vermouth sighed, regretting not hanging up the phone earlier. "So did Uzo simply notice this sniper, or did he already know about my plan to capture Shirley?"

"Calm down. It doesn't make sense that it's the latter. I just told Calvados that I needed his help with something, and I didn't mention Shirley at all. But..."

But the person on the other side was the criminal genius. Vermouth played with the coffee cup, thinking of Uzo's amazing murders, and she couldn't rest assured.

After thinking about it, she opened her mailbox and wrote a message to Vodka.

——This assistant of Gin seems to have a tendency to switch to an intelligence officer recently. Of course, he is not an intelligence officer in the broad sense, but only specializes in the fields of Jiangxia and Uzo.

This narrow range of skills seems a bit useless, but it happens to come in handy at certain times. Soon, Vermouth sent a message:

[Please keep an eye on the recent cases in Tokyo, especially those related to guns and Calvados. ]

After a pause, she typed again: [You are Calvados' partner this time, right? What happened along the way? ]

After pressing send, she waited for a minute, and the phone buzzed.

Belmode raised her eyebrows, somewhat puzzled by Vodka's reply speed: the second question she asked was not a simple question that could be summarized in one minute. Could it be that Vodka had grown wings and was going to perfunctorily deal with her?

While thinking, she picked up the phone.

The reply was just a simple line of words:

[Two small U coins. ]

Belmode: "..."

... Why is this guy still playing his childish peripheral game!

The mature female cadre's eyes twitched slightly, and she wanted to slap the stupid big guy through the phone to wake him up. However, she has never advocated using violence to solve problems, and in dealing with Uzo, Vodka is indeed a good helper...

Thinking of this, Belmode exited the mailbox and opened the small program of "Passerby Mutual Aid Association".

After not seeing it for a few days, the program has been upgraded again and has become more sophisticated. Vermouth clicked twice to switch to her personal page, and found the "Exhibit Collection Cabinet" in the upper right corner.

Clicking the icon, the camera zoomed in instantly, and in the display cabinet with the background of the starry sky, several beautiful coins floated slowly. A closer look revealed that they had different patterns, and they looked like different versions of Jiang Xia's business card.

Vermouth: "..."

As expected of a senior star chaser, the things she made were very realistic. After staring at these very realistic silver coins for a long time, coupled with Vodka's stingy attitude, she actually saw a little "precious" feeling.

After picking between several coins and hesitating for a moment, Vermouth did not click to pay, but switched back to the mailbox.

She sent a message to Vodka again:

[One, two things. Love or not.

It just so happens that I am very free recently, and I don't mind chatting with Gin about your great performance next to Uzo these days. ]

This time, the phone was silent for a full two minutes.

Just when Belmode was getting a little impatient, finally, a compromise message came: [Deal.]

"..."That's about right. Belmode returned to the Passerby Mutual Aid Association and sent one of the duplicate silver coins to Vodka.

Click "Pay", and the familiar but upgraded coin insertion screen appears again. Belmode watched the silver coin roll away with a little pain.

Until the silver coin disappeared from the coin slot, she retracted her gaze and exited this weird program that made her feel complicated.

Two minutes later, an email with an attachment was sent to Belmode's mailbox - a detailed collection of recent gun-related cases.

At this speed, Vodka should have sorted it out long ago.

"This guy really took his job to the extreme..."

Belmode muttered while turning on the computer and checking it carefully.

...

When the members of the organization were busy analyzing pure accidents one after another.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

On the other side, Sato Miwako was lying in the living room at home, watching TV and eating fruit comfortably.

——Thanks to Jiang Xia for finding the real murderer in time, and thanks to Conan's kick, Takagi Wataru discovered the hidden dangers in the car. Although they lost a drug dealer in this escort, they caught the drug dealer's accomplice and seized a pistol from nowhere.

Compared with the deceased Chizo Ogura, the newly arrested drug dealer is more cunning, more vicious, and knows more inside information. Of course, the most important thing is that he is soft-mouthed - not long after he was arrested, the police asked a lot of information from him, and even found a drug transportation line.

Thanks to these rich harvests, the two police officers in charge of escorting were not fired, but only had their salaries reduced by one month.

The two continued their lives calmly, those who should go to work went to work, and those who should take a break took a break.

Today happened to be a rare day off for Sato Miwako. She rested her chin on the tatami, holding the remote control in her other hand, changing channels comfortably.

Suddenly, she paused and saw a familiar face - a detective variety show that Jiang Xia had filmed before, which happened to be broadcast today.

"This is it." Sato Miwako put down the remote control.

As I was watching, a voice suddenly came from behind. An elderly woman looked at the TV and nodded slightly: "This child looks approachable, and he is already a celebrity at a young age, with a promising future - he is not bad to be my son-in-law, but he is a little young. Is he of legal marriage age?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Officer Sato choked on a mouthful of orange and almost died, "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about! This is Jiang Xia, the high school detective who often helps us solve cases. Haven't you seen him in the news?"

"I can't help it. You won't pay attention to me if I talk about other things, so I have to pick a topic that can focus your attention."

Sato's mother said, and put down a half-meter-high stack of picture albums: "Pick one, blind date photos - you are 28 years old, you should think about these things."