"Sorry for disturbing you so suddenly. I just... thought the situation was a little tricky." Seeing Tang Ze Zhao's cold expression, Curacao reflexively lowered her head slightly, avoiding his gaze.
She had been carrying out her infiltration mission according to plan. But while looking down at the Metropolitan Police Department from above, she had happened to spot the unmistakable "Tang Ze Zhao" following behind the Great Detective and entering the building.
There was information she wanted to discuss with him. Or, more bluntly, she needed Kumeru's help.
"Coming to find me so sneakily, there must be a problem. Go on, what kind of madness is Rum up to now?" Tang Ze Zhao put on a faintly disgusted expression and walked over to the window where Curacao stood.
Her signature long hair had been tightly restrained beneath a wig, and her heterochromatic eyes were thoroughly concealed by colored contacts. If Curacao's facial features had not been so distinctive, even Tang Ze Zhao himself would have found it difficult to recognize her.
But once he recognized her, it was easy enough to determine why Curacao had appeared here.
"I told you in advance that Rum wanted me to investigate the undercover agents within the organization." Apparently unwilling to stand too close to Tang Ze Zhao, Curacao stepped back half a pace. "I'm handling that matter."
"Mhm, I know. I replied to you too: whatever he asks of you, just do it." Tang Ze Zhao tilted his head, feigning indifference. "If he wants to find moles, that's the organization's need. What does it have to do with us? Whether he finds them or not, he can't pin it on us."
The organization having been infiltrated until it was practically a sieve was an indisputable fact.
If you were dissatisfied with the old and