The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand six hundred and nine [Ireland: A love letter? What love letter]

Having said that, Jiang Xia firmly believes that magic guns and poker guns are both toy guns, no different from toys.

He stroked the mermaid in his arms, and nodded thoughtfully.

Then he stopped talking to this shameless thief who was still playing with toy guns at an age, and turned to look at the stage.

But not long after, Jiang Xia looked away from this boring stage play again. His eyes passed through the walls and fell to another corner of the building.

Jiang Xia: "..." Ireland seems to have received his love letter.

Just why don't you reply? How rude.

…

The other side.

Nearly two hours ago.

Ireland is organizing a medical institution to change the medicine. After the change, I found an envelope stuck on the windshield wiper of my car.

He asked the security guard in the parking lot, but the other party said that no one passed by at all, and the monitoring did not see any abnormalities.

Ireland: "..." No one came in from the outside, could it be put by the people inside?

This group of **** Europeans who like fishing can't even look at cars.

He snorted coldly, returned to the car with the letter, got in the car quickly after checking the car, and left the place that was no longer safe.

…

Ireland found another location and confirmed that no one was watching around, then picked up the envelope again.

He had weighed it just now, and it was just a thin piece of paper inside, not a bomb or anything like that.

However, just to be on the safe side, he put on his gloves, got out of the car and went outside, lest someone madly put some poisonous powder in the letter.

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After some careful operations, this always cautious organization cadre finally carefully opened the envelope and took out the paper inside.

Frowning tightly, his eyes scanned the letter paper, and lines of words jumped into his eyes:

[Although you have bad luck, you never bow to fate. You are so charming and heart-warming. In fact, I have been following you.

Could you please meet me?

Tomorrow at 1:00 noon, I will wait for you on this plane...]

A q version of the plane is drawn below, with an arrow extending from it, writing the flight number and time. Surrounded by some love.

Further down, there is another signature:

"——by the person who has been paying attention to you"

Ireland: "..."

Although the other party sent an anonymous letter. But at this point in time, there is no need to guess who is the person who can sneak into the organization where the organization is located and openly put the letter in his car.

Ireland read the words carefully.

"Although you have bad luck..."

...Is this mocking how many times he was almost hit by someone who fell from a building?

In addition, Wu Zuo is obviously the one who controls all of this, but the culprit wants to rely on "luck" and "fate". Although I have heard that some people in the organization think that Wuzuo is a natural disaster, I never thought that Wuzuo himself would actually dare to take this title... Does he think he can represent destiny? Oh, the pompous bastard.

"Actually, I have been paying attention to you..."

Hmph, I figured it out without you telling me.

Ireland remembered that Wu Zuo had approached her vehicle just now, and a layer of vigilant cold sweat broke out on her back again.

At the same time, he was also a little puzzled: How did that Wuzuo guy do it? It was impossible for him to be followed for such a long time without realizing it. Could it be that Wu Zuo planted ghosts around him?

The members of the organization who came into contact with London after Ireland flashed before their eyes, their faces were extremely dignified - it is said that Wu Zuo is best at manipulating people's hearts. Although his current record is to make people get involved in cases and die unknowingly. But in the same way, since he has this ability, it seems that it is not difficult for Wu Zuo to manipulate one or two people to betray him.

...It seems that I can't trust anyone around me in the future.

Ireland reminded herself coldly in her heart, and then looked at the letter again.

"Tomorrow at 1 o'clock, we will meet on the plane."

Time and place are out. Sure enough, this was Wu Zuoxia's challenge letter to him.

And tomorrow's plane is the meeting place that Wu Zuo decided on.

Ireland: "..." But, isn't this guy always the best at hiding behind the scenes? Why do you suddenly want to meet him? Is this another conspiracy?

... No, there is no need to "could it be", this is definitely a conspiracy, but he doesn't know what Wu Zuo wants to do.

Ireland slowly grasped the provocative letter tightly, her eyes lowered in thought, and the murderous aura on her body was like a surging sea.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, reopened the crumpled letter, stared at the sentence above, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Soon he remembered - after Ireland was almost smashed just now, he was not just treating the wound that had collapsed again, he also asked the insiders of the London Metropolitan Police Department to call up detailed information about that incident .

If I remember correctly, the murder incident that almost hit him at noon involved a love letter. The above sentence is almost exactly the same as the current gauntlet.

Ireland: "..." Wu Zuo is a bastard. That eucalyptus was really controlled by him. Maybe even the murderer's love letter template was taught by him... So, when I have time, I have to find a way to have a good chat with the murderer. Maybe this guy is a special case, he had contact with Wu Zuo before.

Although I have long guessed that the various fallings before were all written by Wu Zuo. But I guessed that it was completely different from being indirectly informed by Wu Zuo like this.

——This is a naked provocation.

Ireland thought for a while, made a call, and found her confidant in London.

Although now, when he looks at anyone, he thinks that person may have been contacted by Wu Zuo, but one person's power is limited after all. In some professional matters, Ireland still can only ask for help.

"Go check that plane." He sent the flight information, "One hour, I want to know all the information about it, and whether it has any potential safety hazards. Be discreet and don't expose yourself~IndoMTL.com ~The speed of reply from the subordinates was faster than Ireland expected - there seemed to be no forces behind the plane, it was just a simple plane, so the investigation was very efficient.

Information about it was sent to Ireland one after another.

Ireland flicked through the passenger list, and his eyes quickly fell on one of them - he saw a string of Japanese names, and some of them were very famous.

Ireland unfolded the notebook on her lap, typed in her name, and hit enter. Then it turned out that it was some actors, or rather, members of a theater troupe.

These people have a performance in London tonight. After the performance, at noon tomorrow, they will take that flight back to Japan.

...Why did Wu Zuo let him board such a plane?

In just a moment, countless conspiracy theories flashed through Ireland's mind.