Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 1932 1932 [Curaçao Game Over]

"...I can't go on like this."

Curacao stretched out his hand, and gripped the handle again with great difficulty: "Only by playing a normal ending, can we use the normal plot to cover up that bad memory."

After logging into the game, Curacao skillfully repeated the previous steps, closing her eyes and fast-forwarding the scenes that made her uncomfortable. Finally, the game re-advances to the finale.

"Let's prepare carefully." Curacao sighed haggardly, "I understand that unless you only have career in your eyes, you can't get rid of that bastard detective at all."

This time, she carefully set up traps for the prisoners, personally doing everything she could to do things to the best of her ability... Then she was too serious to withdraw in time, and was unfortunately kidnapped by the prisoners.

The criminals tied her up in the middle of the warehouse, where bombs were hidden everywhere, waiting for the detectives to come and cast a net.

Curacao always felt that this scene was familiar, so she became vigilant, and carefully let the character look around, and the more she looked, the more frightened she became: "..." This, this is exactly the same as the waterline in the previous game, especially those bombs s position.Shouldn't...

The intuition of an excellent organizational cadre is not easy to fail.

Under Curaçao's numb eyes, a series of old-fashioned and familiar operations appeared in front of her like flowing clouds and flowing water-rescue people, explosions, building collapses, trapped in the corner, and then she held the detective's face...

bang-

The handle hit the screen heavily, and at the same time Curacao pinched off the power, staring at the blacked-out screen with a pair of mandarin duck eyes, still in shock.

— Just like in the gangster route just now, there was no ending of "beating the detective", so the detective route also had no choice of parting ways with Jiang Xia at all.

Curacao: "..." The agreed battle game is here!
And it's no wonder the game didn't come out - if it did, someone would have murdered the dev team and the game would have been discontinued, so she wouldn't have gotten the damn thing.

Curaçao inserted his fingers into his hair and combed it back violently, trying to use the pain from his scalp to wake himself up and clean out the messy garbage from his mind.

A whole day of precious "vacation" was wasted on this kind of thing.

Curacao washed his face with ice water and calmed down: "Just add the development team of this game to the assassination list."

But after thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong: Unless the organization had a mission, she generally would not do anything to innocent people.

Curacao: "..." But is this team really innocent?

The angels and demons were fighting in their minds, and Curacao was a little confused.

At the end of the fight, rationality prevailed after all: "No, you can't do it. Let's not talk about whether they are innocent or not. I have already got involved with Uzo. In this state, any extra killing Even the slightest thought may lead to death. This point has been verified by countless people one after another.

Curacao: "..." But she was still curious about who could make such a garbage game that shook the earth and made ghosts and gods cry.

Curacao hugged the notebook, opened it on his lap, and entered the working mode in the blink of an eye.

After checking, she found that the game was released by a small unknown studio in name, but in fact it was produced by a technical team under the name of the Suzuki Foundation.

...Suzuki consortium?
Curacao thought of the chestnut-haired female high school student who often appeared around Jiang Xia, and almost cracked the mouse again: "..." Sure enough, the familiarity that the chestnut-haired blood-regenerating monster gave her was not an illusion.

Those who can appear beside Wu Zuo for a long time are indeed very few with normal brains.

Curacao: "..." Speaking of which, when Hashimoto Maya was first found, the island where he was located seemed to be an asset under the name of the Suzuki family.

... You can't think deeply about this matter, the more you think about it, the more people feel that Uzo's power has expanded again.

Having said that, Wu Zuo actually used this method to lure the daughter of the consortium, so that the ignorant young girl's hands were covered with blood, and she was willing to provide him with information and resources... This guy is really hacked to the root.No wonder those people in the organization appreciate him so much.

Uzuo can't move for the time being, and of course the Suzuki Consortium can't do anything because of personal grudges... After thinking about it, Kurasos realized that he could only make changes by himself and stay away from this group of bad guys.

"Everything related to Suzuki can no longer be used."

Thinking of this, Curacao stood up, ready to count the items around him, and throw away everything that should be thrown away.

However, if you count carefully, you will find that many things are related to each other—the Suzuki consortium has a big business, and even if one thing is not all produced by them, there may be some key parts that they handled in it.

... In other words, if the strategy of refusing to be an accomplice of Uzuo is really implemented, her living standards and living habits will definitely fluctuate significantly in the future.

Curacao has just been tortured by a game made by a female high school student for a long time, and he is already extremely exhausted. Now he thinks about the huge workload of doing this...

After a few seconds, she silently decided to lie down.

"Forget it, life is already hard enough, why bother to torture yourself anymore." Curacao's eyes had obvious dark circles, "The only comforting thing is that Suzuki and his wife are not too old, and they seem to be able to live for a long time... ... wish them long life and never let that horrible daughter inherit the family business."

……

Regardless of the cracked screen, Curacao went straight to the bedroom and took a hot shower to take a good rest.

As soon as I closed my eyes, my phone rang: there was an email.

"..."

Curacao almost threw the phone out together, but her good professionalism made her resist the urge, and finally just unlocked the phone and checked the messages as usual.

Then the sender's code name, which made people's eyes go dark, just so straight into her sight.

"Is this guy really not spying on me?" Curacao's whole body was wrapped into a giant cocoon with murderous aura, "He always sends emails to disturb me when I'm resting or busy."

She became vigilant and seriously thought about this possibility.

Then she comforted herself, maybe she was thinking too much: in this matter, Uzo might really be innocent, after all, apart from rest and busyness, she didn't seem to have much other state.

Thinking about it like this immediately felt more at ease, Curacao secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and clicked on the email to check.

Then there was a brief silence.

Sure enough, he was looking for her to ask for that Maya Hashimoto again. The only difference from before was that this time, he also asked for one more person by name—Saburo Inozuka.

Curacao: "..."

(End of this chapter)