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As he spoke, Inspector Yokomizo looked around and picked out a junior officer who rarely went out on calls and was unlikely to be recognized by reporters. "You. Change out of your uniform, fix your hair, find a face mask, and pretend to be a suspect when you get in the car with us."
The junior officer hurried off to change.
Jiang Xia went to sit in the lounge, leaned back against the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.
In the lobby downstairs.
Curacao sat there like a dedicated guardian deity, from the beginning of the gathering to its end, then from the time everyone returned to their rooms until the police arrived.
More than ten minutes earlier, when she saw a long line of police cars pull up outside and officers rush upstairs, the Organization Cadre, who knew Uzo's usual methods, finally breathed a sigh of relief. It's finally about to end.
She stretched tiredly and began yearning for the hotel's soft, comfortable beds. At the same time, she watched the grim-faced police with a trace of curiosity. The police looked oddly tense. What kind of case was this?
As the thought crossed her mind, Curacao's gaze narrowed slightly, and her originally lazy posture quietly tensed again.
Don't be curious about things I shouldn't be curious about. She silently warned herself as she shrank deeper into the sofa. No matter how strange these cops act, even if they start screaming upstairs, I absolutely won't go look.
Though she rationally knew she should not be curious, Curacao was still an intelligence agent. She unconsciously pricked up her ears and began taking in every trace of activity around her with several times her previous focus.
Before long, the hushed conversation of several waitresses