When Belmod heard the news, he raised his eyebrows: Vodka probably wouldn't lie on this matter, but on the other hand, Wu Zuo would never make such a mistake for no reason.
...Wait, a mistake?
Belmode: "..." Speaking of which, from the perspective of the three of them, for these organizational cadres who know that "Jiangxia is the Uzbekistan", this series of incidents is indeed eye-catching.
But on the other hand, "there are many clues around famous detectives" has almost become a common sense in the world - after all, if you never encounter a clue and there is no clue to solve, then it will be difficult for a talented person to Grow up and become a famous detective.
And although London usually has few fatalities, other incidents are not uncommon. Even if Wu Zuo only killed people from Tokyo in London, it would be difficult for the difficult police or other agencies to think that there was something wrong with Jiang Xia without any reason.
...In other words, except for those of them who know Wu Zuo, only those who know the existence of "Wu Zuo" and clearly know that Wu Zuo is at the scene of the eucalyptus incident can pay attention to these messages and learn from them. Clues about Wu Zuo were revealed.
Belmode: "..." Huh? Why do the more I think about it, the more I feel that this is more like a well-directed fishing behavior than a mistake?
While she was thinking about it, she took out her phone and tapped on the screen with her slender fingertips. She quickly found the eucalyptus that the vodka just mentioned.
Reports on incidents will naturally include some on-site pictures.
Belmod's eyes swept over it, and his green eyes suddenly paused, and his eyes stopped on one of the photos.
Belmode: "..." Why does the figure in this corner look so Irish? And speaking of which, the Irish guy was indeed in London recently.
Staring at this photo, Belmore belatedly remembered Wu Zuo's feud with Ireland.
She has always been well-informed in the organization, so she knows that Ireland has a hatred for Wu Zuo because of Pisk's incident, and has hidden targets. I also know that Wu Zuo is doing it because...well, okay, Wu Zuo doesn't have to do it because of anything - even if others don't mess with him at all, Wu Zuo still wants to mess with others. Not to mention guys like Ireland who come to your door with malicious intent and murderous intent. In Wu Zuo's eyes, this was probably a gift from heaven.
Belmod opened the photo with mixed emotions and pinched it with two fingers to enlarge it.
As a disguise expert who is proficient in the human body and is good at medical skills, Bellmode quickly discovered the problem - in the photo, Ireland's walking posture was not right, and he looked like he had been seriously injured. .
Belmode: "..." Ireland is extremely skilled, very alert, and has keen senses. The person who could make him suffer this kind of injury...
Wu Zuo's happy smiling face appeared in her mind.
...This series of eucalyptus seeds must be the bait Wu Zuo specially released to catch Ireland. For Wu Zuo, Ireland's playability is probably no worse than Bourbon.
Just as he was thinking secretly, a voice suddenly came from the front row: "It seems you know a lot of inside information."
Gin noticed something strange about her and was staring at her gloomily through the rearview mirror.
Belmode: "..." Inside story? Oh, I'm just not face-blind like you, so I can extract more information from the news.
Although it is not uncommon for Wu Zuo to trap cadres, internal fighting among cadres is not what "that person" wants to see.
Thinking of Gin's respect and loyalty to the boss, although he felt that the possibility of this person being a whistleblower was low, Belmode still did not reveal what he had discovered.
She just smiled mysteriously, lit up a slender cigarette, and took a long puff: "Wu Zuo has his own little secret. If you are really curious, you can ask him directly."
When Vodka heard this, he quickly analyzed the subtext of "I know Wu Zuo's plan, but I won't tell you" in Belmod's words.
A chill ran down his back, and he quietly leaned forward, trying to stay a little further away from the back seat: "..." Although he usually felt that Belmod's attitude toward Wu Zuo was strangely friendly, he was really Unexpectedly, Belmode actually knew Wu Zuo's purpose of going to England... Rounding things off, she had become Wu Zuo's accomplice at this time, and she deserved vigilance.
There was also a flash of surprise in Gin's eyes: Wu Zuo would actually share his script with others, which was abnormal - usually, he should be thinking about how to attract more people to be his audience, and the audience Of course, you can't read the script, because once you know the next development of the plot, the fun of watching the drama will be reduced by half. This must be an ending that Wu Zuo doesn't want to see.
Thinking of this, he actually came to the same conclusion as vodka. Gin glanced at Bermod and snorted: "When did you hook up with Wu Zuo?"
Belmod raised a finger to his lips and showed a mysterious smile: "This is my little secret."
Gin: "..."...Sooner or later, he will pack up these annoying Riddlers in the organization and put them in an interrogation room, and then whip them one by one.
But Belmode refused to say anything, and no matter how much he asked, he couldn't get any information - there was no way he could really give interrogation drugs to the popular man in front of the boss for such a trivial matter.
He sneered coldly and expressed his contempt for the Riddler with a nasal voice. He did not continue this unanswerable topic and lowered his head to continue working on the documents in his hands.
The car became quiet again.
In the back seat, Belmode stretched his body and took the opportunity to move to a position where he would not be caught in the rearview mirror. The smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Then she looked down at her phone again, carefully browsing the news about Jiang Xia's case of amnesia after falling from a building.
A piece of information that is easily ignored caught Belmode's attention - when the person who fell in this case fell downstairs, he hit an "innocent passerby" who was passing by. The passerby may not have recovered. , so he instinctively fled this section of the building that was too dangerous for him.
Combining the news before and after, Belmod gradually confirmed one thing: "..." This "unlucky passerby" who was smashed was probably from Ireland.
...It's no wonder that he was injured by the attack. After all, other attacks can be defended against, but people rarely look up at the sky when walking. It was impossible to guard against the killing move that fell from the sky. Ireland was able to escape from the scene, which was considered a good fate.
Speaking of which...
Belmod moved his fingertips lightly, silently searching for news about Jiang Xia.
Then I looked at one of the massive pieces and fell into deep thought.
——This is not the first time that Ireland has been "attacked" by people falling from the sky.
The last time I was almost hit, this time I was hit on the shoulder. What will happen next time...?
