Irish nodded. The two had only met the night before. Though he had been dressed as a theater security guard and had used a different disguise, Jiang Xia would definitely recognize him.
So Irish did not hide it. He merely told a story that mixed truth with lies. "I received an Anonymous Letter telling me to go to that theater. Although I knew it was a trap, someone had been trying to harm me lately, and I really couldn't take it anymore, so I went to have a look. Who knew I'd be set up by them again?"
Jiang Xia stroked his chin and looked at him hesitantly. "I did hear that in several recent cases, there were always passersby who nearly got hit by falling objects. Was that you?"
"..." Although he had already prepared to bring the Detective in as a "victim," hearing someone suddenly bring this up still filled Irish with indescribable anger and humiliation.
"It was me." He took a deep breath and did his best to remain calm. "If you find that person, notify me before the police. This is extremely important to me."
But Jiang Xia seemed to have principles. "Sorry. If they really are a criminal, I'll choose to notify the police first. That's better for both you and society."
"..." Irish frowned at him, deeply dissatisfied with that response. If the police truly got involved, Uzo would certainly be in trouble, but the situation would be equally unfavorable for him, an executive.
But on second thought, Detectives usually waited until they had assembled a chain of evidence before contacting the police, and Uzo could not possibly leave behind something like an "evidence chain."
In other words, even if Jiang Xia found some clue, he would ultimately have no choice but to come