Kuroda vaguely remembers his first night in the Tokyo detention center, when he was lying in a solitary cell with only three tsubos, staring out the window at the bright moon and falling into a long contemplation. Until dawn, Kuroda never felt sleepy.

"Everyone should finish washing up as soon as possible, and breakfast will start in 15 minutes......"

Hearing the sound of the prompt coming from the radio, Kuroda, who had not slept all night, slowly packed up his futon and then put it in the designated position. Immediately afterward, Kuroda went to the faucet again and began to wash. When he had done all this, Kuroda felt that he finally had some energy. When the cell door slowly opened, Kuroda left the cell with some hesitation, and then stood outside the door, waiting for the routine inspection by the criminal officer.

"Everyone, line up, now go to breakfast, please be quiet!"

After hearing the warning from the criminal officer, everyone lined up in a row and began to leave the prison area where they were located, and then passed through one iron gate after another and began to march in the direction of the cafeteria. Kuroda, who had just arrived, followed the queue and came to the cafeteria in a daze.

"Everyone followed the queue...... Each man is only allowed to take his own share of the ......"

Under the reminder of the criminal officer, everyone slowly moved forward with the queue, and so did Shoji Kuroda. I saw that there were people in front of me who kept coming to start the line with plates, and then I found a seat and sat down. Kuroda turned his head sideways and quietly surveyed the contents of the prisoners' plates that had already received the food. It seems to be rice, thick omelette, and a bowl of soup and pickles and something like that. Although it was not a delicacy, each of the prisoners who got the food ate it very sweetly.

"Ah...... Why can't you just give one more piece?"

"I'm sorry, everyone's thick omelette is the same......"

"Really, such a small piece of thick omelette is not enough to eat, feed...... Can't you just give me an extra piece?"

The man standing in front of Kuroda saw the thick oyaki on the plate, and suddenly unbuttoned his clothes, deliberately revealing part of the tattoo on his chest. However, it is a pity that the prisoner in charge of distributing food is not to be outdone, and then rolls up his sleeves on his own.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be good, the man who was still complaining just now picked up the plate and gave up his position angrily, while Kuroda stepped forward and put his plate in the hands of the prisoner who handed out the goods.

When the other party put a thick oyaki on Kuroda's dinner plate, before Kuroda turned to leave, the man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and put the thick oyaki belonging to Kuroda into his own plate, and then deliberately showed an indignant look on his face and said to the prisoner in charge of distributing food:

"Hey, why is his thick omelette bigger than mine?"

"Everyone is the same, don't mess around!"

"I'm messing around, obviously the food you send is different......"

"You guy, are you looking for trouble? If you don't eat yourself, there are still people waiting to eat!"

"Call me nonsense...... I just can't get used to your unfair practices......"

Seeing that the prisoner standing in front of him was just trying to do something, Kuroda was already extremely angry in his heart, but ...... He hesitated and endured.

"That...... Forget it...... Anyway...... I'm not too hungry anyway!

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Just as Kuroda lowered his head, trying his best to suppress his anger and say words against his will, a voice suddenly came from behind him that made him feel unexpected.

"Detective ...... Could you please come over for a moment......"

"Huh...... Mr. Hojo, may I ask ...... Is there anything you can do?"

"Hey, this way...... There was a gentleman who seemed to have snatched someone else's thick egg roast...... It also disrupts the order of everyone's queue...... So...... Could you please solve this problem?"

"Uh...... Hi Mr. Hojo, I'll take care of it!"

Kuroda couldn't help but be surprised to see that the criminal officer in charge of monitoring the prisoner was so respectful to a prisoner, but ...... Soon, Kuroda's surprise turned into worry, and the criminal officer, guided by the prisoner known as Mr. Hojo, went straight to Kuroda's side, and then ...... Mr. Hojo pointed to the prisoner who had just snatched Kuroda's thick egg grill and said:

"It's him, who just snatched this gentleman's thick egg roast...... He also questioned that Mr. Katsushika, who was in charge of the kitchen, gave him less thick oyaki portions......"

"Hey, do you dare to mind my business......"

"Honestly, you dare to talk to Mr. Hojo like that!"

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Seeing that the troublesome prisoner was extremely dissatisfied with Hojo, the criminal officer hurriedly scolded the prisoner, and then apologized to Mr. Hojo.

"Ah...... It's okay, I think you should listen to both sides to be fair. But...... I remember that there was a clear rule in the detention center, that no one could accept food from others, and at the same time, they could not give their own food to others, and I was right! The reason why there is such a rule is to prevent people from using food to form gangs, so ...... The gentleman's plate was filled with two thick omelette ...... Please explain it yourself!"

Seeing the criminal officer's unkind eyes looking at him, the troublesome prisoner couldn't help but feel a little frightened and said:

"Right...... I'm sorry, I thought someone else didn't want it, so ...... I'll just give it to someone else......"

"I'm sorry, I ......"

When Kuroda heard Mr. Hojo's explanation, he realized that food exchange was not allowed in the detention center at all. But...... Maybe he was worried that he would be retaliated against by the other party, but Kuroda still didn't dare to say the fact that he was robbed of his back.

"Hey, you guy, did someone else give you this thick omelette or did you steal it...... Say!"

"Uh...... He had to give it to me, I said I didn't want it, and he insisted on putting it on my plate!"

Hearing the other party's backlash, Kuroda couldn't help but clench his fists.

"I'm sorry, but what I just saw is completely different from what these two gentlemen described. I just saw that he snatched this gentleman's thick omelette away......"

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, please stop meddling!"

Kuroda glanced at Mr. Hojo with a big head, and then once again denied the other party's righteous words of help.

"Hey, don't you even dare to tell the truth now? If you don't give the bully a little color today, this kind of person will only become more and more arrogant. So Mr. Xingguan, let me answer on behalf of this gentleman, if you really want to take revenge on anyone for today's incident, please come to me directly, and don't disturb others......"

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