How did I end up here? When I woke up, I found myself lying in a strange place, with a strange ceiling, a strange room, and a strange bed.

Slowly sat up, rubbing his head. Am I not being the guinea pig of that strange doctor? As the brakes recovered, the memories slowly poured out.

Originally a mercenary, he was seriously injured in a mission, and since then he has been ostracized and marginalized in that cold-blooded place. Until one day, a doctor who studies strange things finds him and wants to use him for human experiments, and if successful, he will be even stronger than before he was injured.

In the name of being for his own good, in fact, it is to abandon him at will to do this kind of live test with little chance of survival. Sha smiled mockingly: Then what do you agree to? It's not that you want to get back what you have lost through that kind of nothingness.

That's a success, isn't it? Looking at this strange room, if he didn't succeed, he wouldn't be able to enjoy this kind of treatment. Thinking so, he stepped out of bed, opened the curtains, and was hit by the dazzling sunlight.

Ahh Sa smiled mockingly, can't even enjoy the sun. He closed the curtains again and walked to the head of the bed.

When Sasha got a document from the bedside table that could prove his identity, Sasha laughed nervously. The role of a police officer, or a Japanese criminal policeman, is that very interesting.

Due to some shady tasks, Brake has not played these role-playing games less. It's just that even the face shape has changed, and it's really thorough. Looking at the photo on the police officer's card, he was still in the mood to joke, and he became a lot more handsome.

Then he went into the bathroom, ready to take a fresh look at his new face. After spending some time in the bathroom, Satsu noticed that something was wrong. There were also some slight stains on the rechargeable razor, the toothpaste that had been squeezed, the toothbrush that had been used, and the towel.

If it was a disguise, none of those guys would be so careful. For these things that seem to be in the house that you haven't been in for a day, then there is a problem. Could it be that there was a real detective living here? and that unlucky man was killed by them?

I don't know if they left any messages, without any instructions and information, how could they become a stranger out of thin air. He was about to start looking for something in the house when he heard the ringing of his cell phone in the bedroom.

It's not ringtones, is this person old-fashioned or monotonous? It doesn't look very old. He followed the ringtone of his mobile phone and found his mobile phone at the head of the bed. A flip antique phone that can only make calls and send texts. Are there still young people who use this kind of mobile phone? Fortunately, it's a color screen, but the criminal police are really a weird profession that will train all kinds of weirdos.

Isn't it an increase in one's workload to play this kind of weirdocracy? Flipping through the phone, the caller ID belongs to an unfamiliar number. Then I laughed, and it was a strange number to myself.

"Hey. "The brake was connected.

"Matsuda! Why haven't you come to report yet! Today is the first day you've been transferred to the Investigation and Investigation Section of the First Serious Crime Unit, why are you late!?" shouted the person on the other side.

He took the phone away from his ear, plucked his ear with the little finger of his left hand, and said nonchalantly, "Yes, I'll be out right away, and I'll be there soon." After saying that, he hung up the phone quickly, and it seems that he met a grumpy boss. But it's not bad, I'm lucky, that guy is transferred to a new place, so he doesn't have to worry about running into acquaintances.

Ma changed his clothes, saw the sunglasses on the bedside table, and put them on without hesitation, using him to cover his eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and if you meet a familiar person, the eyes are the most likely to reveal your identity.

Walking to the entrance, looking at the leather shoes in the shoe cabinet, the brake frowned again, it seems that the unlucky guy has not been dead for long, just in the past two days. While thinking, I changed my shoes.

Wearing leather shoes to step on the ground, it's not bad and suitable. Brake opened the police officer card again, Matsuda Jinhei. It seems that I have heard of this name, but where?

By the time he arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, two hours had passed. Then he wandered around the Metropolitan Police Department for fifteen minutes before finding the location of the search department, and at the same time finding his future boss.

In the face of this future boss, Cha only felt familiar, but he didn't particularly care about anything, and then he kept his head down and listened to his reprimand.

"Alright, now come in with me. Hearing the police officer say this, he pouted and followed.

When the police officers of the search section were all around, he still stood behind the police department indifferently, and he didn't know where he had gone.

"Everyone, let me introduce, this is Matsuda Jinpei, who has been transferred to the Investigation Division 1 Serious Crime Team from today. He served in the Garrison Mobile Unit until last year. The police department said this, and smiled: "Now it's a change of career, everyone will take care of it in the future." Speaking of which, wait for the brake to say a few words. But the left can't wait, the right can't wait, the police department looked back, and the brake was about to fall asleep, and suddenly became angry.

"Matsuda!"

When he came to his senses, he found that the entire department was looking at him with the same strange gaze, and at the same time he felt the same sense of rejection towards the Martians.

But Sha yawned indifferently, and then waved his hand: "Police Department, how do I arrange it?"

The police department looked at his subordinates and fixed his target on the only woman among them: "Then, then Sato, you can help him a lot." ”

"Eh, me?" Sato looked around in surprise, pointing at himself in disbelief.

The police department leaned over and said secretly: "Don't be so upset, he has had some things before, and the top wants me to take special care of it, so you will"

Before the police department finished buying her words, she pushed the police department aside from behind, and then put her face close to Sato, as if to see the flowers on her face, and then pointed at Sato and said in that weird tone, "Miwako Sato?"

Sato glared back and said, "Is there a problem?"

"No, nothing. He clearly felt that the rejection of looking at aliens around him had completely transformed into pure murderous aura, so he obediently retracted his gaze and threw himself on the marginalized police department, and said strangely: "Twilight Thirteen?"|

"That's right, I didn't just introduce it. The Twilight Police Department said.

The most rearbrake pointed at his nose: "Matsuda Jinhei?"

The eyes of the Twilight Police Department were already filled with pity: "Matsuda, do you need to rest? ”

Before he accepted this fact, no, it was Matsuda lying on his desk weakly, like a puddle of mud. On the table was his mobile phone, which displayed an open text message with only two short words, "sick."

Just now, Matsuda sent all the communication numbers he knew in code, hoping to get a response and let him confirm that he still lived on the same earth. As a result, either the message could not be sent or there was no response, and this "sick" was the only reply received.

At this moment, Matsuda clearly knew that he was living in the world of detectives, who were constantly emerging in high-IQ crimes. And he has become a person who will live forever in people's memories.

"Matsuda, are you sure you're okay?" asked Sato as he came to Matsuda's table.

"I'm pretty sure. Matsuda replied weakly: "It's just that I hate cases and hate high-IQ crimes." ”

"What!?" Sato said angrily, "How can you say such irresponsible things as a police officer?"

"Isn't that bad? The absence of a case shows that everyone is abiding by the law. "Matsuda is still soft.

"Our responsibility as a police officer is to catch the bad guys. Sato said.

"Hehe, yes, it's because there are criminals in the world that there are police. Matsuda didn't wait for Sato to say anything more, and asked her first, "So, what do you need me to do?" I saw the police department talking to you just now. ”

"There was a robbery case, and we had to go to the scene and take notes. Sato said.

"You and me?" Matsuda leaned on the table and raised his head and looked at Sato, "Can I not go?"

"No, I can't. Sato said, "This is your first day of transferring to a department, how can you be so lazy." ”

"That's right. Matsuda sat up, expanded his chest twice, and said, "Then can you not go tomorrow?"

"Don't say such nonsense, hurry up and get to the scene. Sato can't wait to get out first.

"What's the hurry, I can't catch up with the robbers anyway. Matsuda stood up, put on his clothes, and then Shi Shiran went to chase Sato.

arrived at the scene, it was in a park, the informant was the victim, and the robbery case was extremely simple.

Sato returned to the car after taking the notes and complained to Matsuda in the co-pilot, "Shouldn't you go look for witnesses?"

Matsuda yawned and said, "In this kind of case, the two of us can't find the murderer at all, so we have to investigate nearby to narrow down the target." Besides, didn't our police department call themselves the Serious Crime Unit? The No. 1 Search Division was originally in charge of homicide cases. ”

"No matter how small a case is, it's still a case. Sato said angrily, "How can you become a policeman with such an attitude." ”

Matsuda fell silent when Sato said this, looked at his unfamiliar face in the rearview mirror, and waited for a long time before softly spitting out: "Who knows." ”

Sato was about to say something, but when he saw Matsuda's expression, he finally didn't say anything. Just thinking about the words of the Twilight Police Department in his heart, something had happened to him before.