Bigo (Tokyo) Fuchu City, Japan Police University Indoor Shooting Range.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As the shooting range was heard, gunfire came one after another. Lin Xiu stared intently at the gun target in front of him, and then pulled the trigger.

The pistol used by Lin Xiuyi was a police Smith & Wesson M637 revolver issued by the Metropolitan Police Department. It is said that in the United States, the country of origin of this pistol, it is very popular with female consumers because it is cheap and small in size. The National Police Agency's ability to look at this pistol is also due to the small size of Asian hands.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As the six rounds in the revolver were finished, Lin Xiuyi turned the muzzle of the gun down, removed the revolver on the gun, and placed the pistol and the revolver on the table in front of him. After doing all this, Lin Xiuyi took off the goggles and earplugs he was wearing.

"Click!"

With the familiar sound of finger snapping behind him, Yuan Zhizhu took the initiative to ask Lin Xiuyi:

"How's the grades, Xiu Yijun!"

"This ...... It's been a long time since I've had a joint study, so ......"

Lin Xiuyi said with some embarrassment.

As the automatic target paper in the distance slowly moved in front of Lin Xiuyi, Yuan Zhizhu curiously took off Lin Xiuyi's target paper and held it in his hand. Looking at the target paper without a trace in front of him, Yuan Zhizhu couldn't help but feel a little surprised......

"All...... Off target......"

Yuan Zhizhu asked Lin Xiuyi in disbelief.

"This ...... No, I must have seen the wrong target. Hit a bullet at someone else's target paper. Actually, my usual marksmanship is still good, but I haven't practiced much abroad in the past few months, so I ...... Next time I have an event like this, give me some time in advance to familiarize me with it...... Haha!"

Lin Xiuyi explained to Yuan Zhizhu with an embarrassed face, and his mind kept thinking about how to divert this topic that embarrassed him!

"It seems that the rumors about Xiu Yijun should be true!"

Yuan Zhizhu stared at Lin Xiuyi expressionlessly, which made Lin Xiuyi's heart feel a burst of hair.

"Na...... Nani: Rumors about me?"

The identity of the supervisor Yu Yuan Zhizhu, plus he hadn't figured out how to explain to the other party about Akemi, so Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but ask a little nervously.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now, I'm not here to talk about business today, I think the time is about the same, why don't we go back and have a drink together!"

Yuan Zhizhu did not respond to Lin Xiuyi's question, but deliberately diverted the topic.

"Hmm...... Alright, then, according to the Ombudsman, let's get out of here together!"

When Lin Xiuyi and Yuan Zhizhu handed over the pistol they had received to the management of the shooting range, the two immediately returned to Yuan Zhizhu's car.

Fuchu City is a satellite city located in the western part of Tokyo, but if you drive back to the city from the Chuo Expressway, it will only take 29 minutes to get back to the Azabu area, which Minamoto is familiar with. When the car got off the highway, it drove for about ten minutes, and then Yuan Zhizhu parked the car in a courtyard without any obvious signs.

As soon as the two of them got out of the car, a staff member who knew Yuan Zhizhu stepped forward, first bowed to Yuan Zhizhu, and then took the car key handed over by Yuan Zhizhu.

After taking off their shoes at the entrance, Lin Xiuyi and Yuan Zhizhu entered a spacious box under the guidance of Wu's maid. As the plain sliding door was slowly pushed open, the maids took Lin Xiuyi and Yuan Zhizhu to sit opposite each other in front of a table, and then served sencha to the two.

"That...... Since I haven't visited the prosecutor for a long time, why don't I ......do it this time?"

Considering that because of Akemi's matter, Yuan Zhizhu might not be in a good mood, so Lin Xiuyi took the initiative to pay the bill, but he obviously underestimated the rules here.

"Or next time you have a chance, right? This place only entertains members and friends brought by members, and they won't take money if you give it......"

Yuan Zhizhu said lightly, then took off his coat, raised the teacup and took a sip gently.

"Isn't it surprising why I asked you out......

After Yuan Zhizhu put down the cup, he asked Lin Xiuyi casually.

"I'm sorry about Akemi's matter, I didn't mean to deceive you, and I didn't expect to say so much later...... So ......"

Lin Xiuyi took the initiative to mention Akemi's matter, although he found it difficult, but he still wanted the supervisor to know that the relationship between him and Akemi was not so simple.

"Did you misunderstand something, I didn't ask you out because of this incident!"

"Huh?"

Just when Lin Xiuyi was still extremely entangled, Yuan Zhizhu denied that the purpose of his appointment with Lin Xiuyi was for Mingmei's matter, which made Lin Xiuyi a little surprised!

Just as Lin Xiuyi was about to continue asking, the voices of the maids suddenly came from outside.

"Excuse me, can we serve you now?"

"Please come in!"

After Yuan Zhizhu agreed, the sliding door of the room was gently pushed open, and the two maids with the tray stood up from the ground and came to Lin Xiuyi and Yuan Zhizhu respectively.

"Is this Matsusaka beef?"

Looking at the familiar large slices of beef with marbled patterns in front of him, Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.

"Hey, this is our restaurant's unique A5 grade Matsusaka beef ......"

The maid who was preparing vegetables for Lin Xiuyi said to Lin Xiuyi proudly.

Lin Xiu nodded clearly, and then looked at Yuan Zhizhu, who was sitting opposite him. I really don't know what Yuan Zhizhu invited him to eat at such an expensive place.

"So...... Now you can tell me why!"

Wait until the maids serving the two of them have left the room. Lin Xiuyi took the initiative to ask Yuan Zhizhu.

Yuan Zhizhu unhurriedly picked up a piece of tallow and put it on the iron plate in front of him, and then motioned to Lin Xiuyi not to be polite. After the fat was melted away by the heat of the iron plate, Yuan Zhizhu picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and put it on top.

"Xiu Yijun, I wonder if you have any research on Western painting?"

"Western paintings?"

"Hmm...... It's a Western painting! A cursed Western painting, to be exact!"

"Cursed Western paintings, do you believe in this too, Inspector?"

Lin Xiuyi asked the other party in surprise.

Yuan Zhizhu flipped the beef in front of him with chopsticks, and then he muttered for a moment before he said seriously to Lin Xiuyi.

"Originally, I didn't believe in such a thing as curses, but ...... Recently, a friend of mine who I have known for many years suddenly disappeared shortly after buying a cursed Western painting......"