Conan’s Corpse Picker - Chapter 1609: 1609 [Ireland: Love Letter? what love letter]

Chapter 1609 1609 [Ireland: Love Letter? what love letter]

Having said that, Jiang Xia firmly believes that magic guns and poker guns are both toy guns, no different from toys.

He touched the mermaid in his arms, and nodded thoughtfully.

Then he ignored the shameless thief who was still playing with toy guns at an age, and turned to look at the stage.

But not long after, Jiang Xia looked away from this boring stage play again. His eyes passed through the walls and fell to another corner of the building.

Jiang Xia: “…” Ireland seems to have received his love letter.

It’s just that there is no reply? How rude.

…

the other side.

Almost two hours ago.

Ireland is organizing a medical institution to change the medicine. After the change, I found an envelope stuck on the windshield wiper of my car.

He asked the security guard in the parking lot, but the other party said that no one passed by at all, and the monitoring did not see any abnormalities.

Ireland: “…” No one came in from the outside, could it be put by the people inside?

This group of **** Europeans who like fishing can’t even look at cars.

He snorted coldly, returned to the car with the letter, got in the car quickly after checking the vehicle, and left this place that was no longer safe.

…

Ireland found another location and confirmed that no one was watching around, then picked up the envelope again.

He had weighed it just now, and it was just a thin piece of paper inside, not a bomb or anything like that.

But just to be on the safe side, he still put on gloves, got out of the car and went outside, lest someone madly put some poisonous powder in the letter.

After some careful operations, this always cautious organization cadre finally carefully opened the envelope and took out the paper inside.

Frowning tightly, his eyes scanned the letter paper, and lines of words jumped into his eyes:

[Although you have bad luck, you never bow to fate. You are so charming and heart-warming. In fact, I have been following you.

Can you meet me?

Tomorrow at 1:00 noon, I will wait for you on this plane…]

A Q version of the plane is drawn below, with an arrow extending from it, writing the flight number and time. Surrounded by some love.

Further down, there is another signature:

“—by the person who has been paying attention to you”

Ireland: “…”

Although the other party sent an anonymous letter. But at this point in time, there is no need to guess who is the person who can sneak into the organization where the organization is located and put the letter in his car openly.

Ireland read the above words carefully.

“Although you have bad luck…”

…Is this mocking how many times he was almost hit by someone who fell from a building?

In addition, Uzo is obviously the one who controls all of this, but the culprit wants to rely on “luck” and “fate”. Although I have heard that some people in the organization think Uzo is a kind of natural disaster, but I didn’t expect Uzo himself to really dare to take this title… Does he think he can represent destiny? Oh, the pompous bastard.

“Actually, I have been paying attention to you…”

Hmph, I found out without you telling me.

Ireland remembered that Uzo had approached his vehicle just now, and a layer of vigilant cold sweat emerged from his back again.

At the same time, he was also a little puzzled: How did that guy Uzo do it? He couldn’t have been followed for so long without realizing it, did Uzo have moles around him?

Ireland flashed in front of the eyes of the members of the organization who came into contact with London, their faces were extremely solemn-I heard that Uzo is best at manipulating people’s hearts. Although his current record is to make people unknowingly involved in the case and go to death. But at the same time, since he has this ability, it seems that it is not difficult for Wu Zuo to manipulate one or two people to betray him.

…It seems that I can’t trust anyone around me in the future.

Ireland reminded herself coldly in her heart, and then looked at the letter again.

“Tomorrow at 1 o’clock, we will meet on the plane.”

The time and place are out. Sure enough, this was Wu Zuo’s challenge letter to him.

And tomorrow’s plane is the meeting place that Wu Zuo set.

Ireland: “…” But, isn’t this guy always the best at hiding behind the scenes? Why do you suddenly want to meet him? Is this another conspiracy?

… No, there is no need to “could it be”, this is definitely a conspiracy, but he doesn’t know what Uzo wants to do.

Ireland slowly clutched the provocative letter tightly, lowering her eyes in thought, the murderous aura on her body like a surging sea.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, reopened the crumpled letter, stared at the sentence above, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Soon he remembered – after Ireland was almost smashed just now, he was not just treating the wound that had collapsed again, he also asked the insiders of the Metropolitan Police Department to pull out detailed information about that case.

If I remember correctly, the murder incident that almost hit him at noon involved a love letter. The above sentence is almost exactly the same as the current gauntlet.

Ireland: “…” Uzo the bastard. That case was indeed handled by him. Maybe even the murderer’s love letter template was taught by him… So, when I have time, I have to find a way to have a good chat with the murderer. Maybe this guy is a special case and has had contact with Uzo.

Although I have already guessed that the various falling cases before were the work of Uzo. But I guessed it, and it was completely different from being indirectly informed by Uzuo like this.

—This is blatant provocation.

Ireland thought for a while, made a call, and found her confidant in London.

Although now, he looks at everyone and feels that that person may have been contacted by Uzo, but one person’s power is limited after all. In some professional matters, Ireland still can only ask for help.

“Go check that plane.” He sent the flight information, “One hour, I want to know all the information about it, and whether it has any potential safety hazards. Be discreet and don’t expose yourself.”

…

The response speed of the subordinates was faster than Ireland expected-there seemed to be no forces behind the plane, it was just a simple plane, so the investigation was very efficient.

The information about it was sent to Ireland one after another.

Ireland flipped through the passenger list, and his eyes quickly fell on one of the columns—he saw a string of Japanese names, and some of them were very famous.

Ireland unfolded the notebook on her lap, entered her name, and hit enter. Then it turned out that it was some actors, or rather, members of a theater troupe.

These people have a performance in London tonight. After the performance, at noon tomorrow, they will take that flight and return to Japan.

…why would Uzo put him on such a plane?

In just a short moment, countless conspiracy theories flashed through Ireland’s mind.

(end of this chapter)