Gin glanced at his phone and found that he had received an email.
He opened it and saw a few brief lines: [There's another one at Police Headquarters. He should be released soon. Remember to pick him up on time.]
"..." Gin remembered the police cars that had just roared past and frowned. He did not know whether it was just his imagination, but Uzo always seemed to send and receive messages like this near the police and detectives.
At a murder scene, it was fine—there were too many people around, and no one would pay attention to his movements. But now, Uzo was sitting in a police car, with officers and detectives in the same vehicle. Sending something like that seemed a little too brazen.
He snorted and tossed his phone aside without replying. If some overly curious person heard the notification and glanced at Uzo's phone, he would only end up with a great deal more pointless work.
Besides, Gin had no intention of warning him—there was no point. Uzo definitely understood the risks involved. It was just like how he always threw himself wholeheartedly into those stage plays of his, even venturing into all kinds of dangerous situations. On one hand, Uzo knew it was dangerous; on the other, he sought excitement within that danger.
Gin: "..."
Looking at it this way, a psychiatrist really was necessary.
But how exactly was he supposed to find a skilled doctor who would not die easily?
Before this business trip, he had heard The Boss mention that he seemed to have a new doctor candidate.
Although Gin still felt uneasy about it, for now, he could only trust That Lord's judgment. After the first failure, this doctor should live longer... Hopefully, he could at least survive the first treatment.
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