Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Especially undercover for a long time.

The fear of being invited to take drugs, the guilt of breaking up the family due to the drugs sold by oneself, and the greedy heart unknowingly born under the temptation of huge profits after one successful sale can be worth years of hard work...

Any one item can drag people into the abyss.

Gushe was afraid of the consequences of taking drugs, regretted the experiences of his colleagues, felt angry and resentful towards the criminals, and also despised his own incompetence.

She knew that her fear at this time was unnecessary - because with her talents, she was not qualified to be selected as an undercover agent.

Her physical fitness test was mediocre and she could pass the test, but she never got a perfect score. Her psychological test scores were excellent, which was praised by the strictest teacher in the police academy.

But so what?

Among those who truly have the consciousness to enter this field, who has a poor psychological quality?

She is just the most inconspicuous of them all.

The team leader has seen more than Gushe, and has emerged from the shadow of reality earlier than she has. He was about to leave when Gushe's cell phone suddenly rang.

If something happened in the bureau, she would definitely contact the team leader first. Gu Sheo knew it was her personal matter as soon as she heard it. She apologized to the team leader and then picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

"Sister Gu!"

The girl's anxious voice came from the other side.

"There seems to be someone selling 'laughing gas' in the KTV near our school!"

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The next chapter is the heroine's first death.

Chapter 202 Red and Death (Part )

Gushe's expression changed upon hearing this.

When the team leader saw her expression, he immediately realized something was wrong and quickly asked her to press the speakerphone.

She pressed the speakerphone button, turned the volume on her phone to the maximum, and asked what she cared about most: "Huihui, where did you make the call? Is there anyone else around?"

Gushe believes that girls will never fight in KTV. She is quite smart, and with a father like that, she has always had a strong sense of self-protection and would not do anything like giving away someone's life.

"I'm in the dormitory. Two roommates have gone out, and one is sleeping..."

The girl paused and seemed to be looking around.

"The curtains of her bed are closed, so she probably hasn't woken up. She usually sleeps very hard... I gave you the blow because there were few people around."

Gushe went to the dormitory when he was moving the girl's luggage. She lived in a four-person dormitory, with the classic bed and table. As long as the bed curtains were pulled up, it was difficult for people below to see what was going on inside.

She glanced at the team leader next to her. He was not as familiar with the girl as she was. He just nodded slightly and didn't answer.

"How do you know?" Gushe continued to confirm.

"Our dormitory went to... that KTV to sing last night. When I was about to go back after singing, I saw the door of the private room next door was open, and there were a lot of bullet-like things on the table. Someone was slumped on the sofa... because my roommate urged me, I left without taking a closer look.”

The girl's voice gradually increased because of her anxiety, but she quickly suppressed it.

"I came back very late yesterday, plus there was an early class today, so I went to bed as soon as I arrived at the dormitory, and now I have just come back from class. The more I think about those things last night, the more wrong I feel... After all, my dad... Then I checked online and found that those things were very similar to laughing gas bombs, so I called you."

The sheath could tell that the girl was afraid.

Unlike when she reported her father for taking drugs before, she was afraid that she would accuse her of going to KTV, so after talking about going there, she quickly mentioned that she was taking classes well.

Gu Sheo, who paid for her tuition and living expenses, did not blame the other party for these things. He only focused on the key points and said: "Inform your counselor and ask the counselor to go to the school leader."

She knew that some schools liked to press for trouble, but if this thing appeared in the KTV at the school gate, it would cause more serious consequences if she concealed it - especially since the girl had already called the police, there was no use hiding it.

"Okay!" the girl responded quickly.

The team leader knew what university she was in, so he took out his cell phone and quickly called the bureau to inform him of the incident.

Gu Qiao gave a few more instructions, such as not leaving school for the time being, not going to that KTV again, and not mentioning this matter in the class group and asking the school to intervene, in case there are drug users inside and then they take revenge on her...

When she was about to hang up the phone, Gushe thought for a while and added another sentence.

“Give me the name and basic information of your roommate,” she said. “Send it via text or WeChat, but don’t say it on the phone.”

Some things are not afraid of 10,000, but afraid of just in case.

"Okay." The girl said.

……

Three months later, the story was in the news.

——Using a KTV as a clue, the police uncovered a laughing gas project.

Gushe had basically no contact with the girl during this period. It wasn't until another university near the school made news because of her blind pursuit of stars that the girl sent her a message and asked her if she had been busy recently.

"I'm done. Are you free? Let's go have afternoon tea today."

"Okay! Meet me at the old coffee shop, I'll wait for you there."

Gushe did not drive and took the subway to the university town.

Although the earliest laughing gas bombs found in this case came from a KTV outside the school, according to the prisoners' confession, it was the first time they brought anything there, and they were caught before word spread.

When she got off the subway, she saw the playful but peaceful crowds of people coming and going around her. Many of them were students. My depressed mood due to long-term overtime work suddenly improved a lot.

——The stability in front of them is the meaning of their efforts.

Gushe quickly arrived at the agreed coffee shop.

Because it is located near the school, there are several tables occupied even if it is not lunch time. The girl had been waiting for a long time. When she saw her coming in, she quickly waved to her.

"Did you order something?" Gushe asked after sitting down.

"Okay, I ordered strawberry cake, and I ordered you your favorite mint soda and opera cake. If it's not enough, you can ask for more."

She likes mint-flavored things and often uses mint to wake her up. Everyone who knows her knows this.

She didn't order anything more, but before the food arrived, she asked about the situation at the girl's school: "Is the school peaceful recently?"

"Nothing happened. No one touched my building or my class... When we were first notified in the class group, everyone was shocked," the girl said.

"That's good."

Gushe smiled.

Domestic anti-drug propaganda was pretty good. When she was in elementary school, she had seen real, uncoded photos of drug addicts on the school bulletin board.

The principal at that time was very strict about this aspect. In addition to popularizing the dangers of drugs, he also organized the whole school to watch a movie about the history of human experimentation, which left a deep shadow on her childhood...

The waiter brought the things to the table, and the girl put her portion in front of her eyes, her expression gradually becoming serious.

"But I have a roommate...well, I don't know if it has anything to do with this. She just...just broke up with her boyfriend suddenly."

——Very strange, Gushe felt a bad premonition.

"...Roommate?" she asked, "The one who was sleeping up there at the time?"

"Ah."

The girl nodded: "She was the one who reminded me before at KTV. You asked me for her information."

In fact, Gushe had done some research on that roommate... no, rather than checking, it was more like asking the counselor and the girl some questions.

There was no problem with her roommate at home. The only thing that bothered Gushe was that the girl told her that her roommate had found a boyfriend outside the school shortly after entering school. He was already working, and the two went on dates every weekend.

Gushe herself was not suffering from delusions of persecution. She asked at that time only because the roommate was nearby when the girl made the phone call... Since the preliminary investigation was all right, she naturally would not bite the bullet. She was not one of those detectives in novels.

She took a sip of her soda.

A chill spread silently from his stomach to his heart.

The girl continued: "Sister Gu, do you know what happened at the university next door? She was chasing Korean stars and sent a box of rubber shoes to the base over there."

Gushe put down the cup. She had been distracted just now and thought she was sending something to the mold over there. Then she recovered and realized it was the local army.

Although the mold has spread to many countries, there are only a few countries without local armies.

"I heard from a colleague that his daughter also likes celebrities. He was so frightened that he quickly asked her if she was involved."

But this is just gossip. The girl only fell in love occasionally, watching the drama they filmed, and nothing else was involved. When her father called and asked, she was confused.

Gushe didn't care about this kind of thing. She only remembered some celebrities who were often on trending searches, looking at their terrible popularity and fans... and some drug addicts, she remembered this more clearly.

"Is anyone among your classmates involved?" she asked.

"No." The girl quickly denied, "The mastermind was exposed, and her photos were posted online. She has a similar hairstyle to mine, so some people stared at me in school today..."

Gushe was helpless when she heard this.

Contacting foreign troops to send things, and Internet violence, these cases basically had nothing to do with her, but she was in the police station and had seen some people who called the police, especially the latter.

Internet violence has become more and more serious in recent years, and some people who are victims of Internet violence may even commit suicide, while those who violently face them will not be punished.

Gushe was worried that the girl would be mistaken and wanted to persuade her to change her hairstyle. Just then, she heard the sound of a chair moving next door, and a man suddenly stood up.

There was not much movement, but there was a sense of uneasiness in Gushe. This uneasiness was vaguely present when she entered the store. At this moment, when she and the man looked at each other, it was infinitely amplified!

"!!!"

Almost the moment the man pulled out the knife and stabbed her, Gushe grabbed his arm, but his flushed face looked like he had just taken medicine, and he was strong enough to break away from her in an instant.

The knife penetrated the belly of the sheath.

There was silence in the coffee shop for a moment, and then there was a scream.

This sound and the dripping blood stimulated the man. He opened his mouth and smiled, and the teeth in his mouth showed signs of slight corrosion.

He suddenly pulled out the knife and stabbed her several times, leaving a bloody hole every time. Seeing that the sheath could no longer hold up and fell to the ground, he threw the knife away, turned around and ran out!

No one stopped him.

And Gu Qiao fell down.

……

What happened next, Gushe was in a daze.

She heard the sound of the ambulance and felt herself being carried into the car. She heard the doctor and the girl talking in her ear. The girl kept crying and apologizing to her.

Gushe wanted to comfort her.