"Ahh

Masami Hirota covered her mouth and asked nervously, "Then you... You're all right..."

"I didn't have any after-effects..."

Masami Hirota seemed to want to come up and check on his body, but Makoto took a step back without a trace, dodging her hand.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

At this moment, Sakaki behaved like a stranger.

Actually strangers too.

Words for Sakaki.

Masami Hirota's face was lonely, and she asked a little unwillingly, "Then you don't even remember Shiho?" ”

"The relationship between the two of you was the best..."

Shiho?

Who is it?

Listening to the unfamiliar name, Sakaki Makoto was confused.

Seeing Sakaki's expression, Masami Hirota understood.

It must have been badly injured, causing the complete loss of memories when I was a child....

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to remember Shiho.

If it weren't for Sakaki's father, they would have been helpless a long time ago.

Masami Hirota felt unspeakably uncomfortable in her heart.

"Your father's business... I'm sorry. ”

"Huh?"

Sakaki frowned, and his eyes became serious.

"Do you know my father?"

Masami Hirota raised her head in disbelief, full of astonishment:

"How many memories have you lost?"

"Don't you remember such an important thing?"

Sakaki shook his head:

"I don't remember."

Regarding the picture frame on his desk, Sakaki can sense that there are many secrets hidden in it.

But he had no way to find out, including his background and background.

But now I finally met someone who might know what was going on.

Sakaki lowered his head and met his gaze with Masami Hirota.

He looked at Masami Hirota, and Masami Hirota looked at him too.

After a long time, he looked up and sighed regretfully.

He only read the apology in the eyes of Masami Hirota.

On the side, Kitamura Hisamitsu clenched his fists, envious and jealous.

All kinds of negative emotions overflow ....

Who doesn't know about his pursuit of Masami Hirota?

Who would dare to step in and come in?

As the head of the bank's security department, he has a very strong voice.

Whether the staff in the bank can clock in and out on time depends on his face.

After all, the bank manager is his eldest brother.

But Sakaki Makoto, a stinky boy, dared to look at Masami Hirota on the first day.

In the eyes of Hisamitsu Kitamura, the conversation between Makoto Sakaki and Masami Hirota is full of affection.

This is because he looks at people with colored glasses.

In fact, Makoto and Masami Hirota kept a safe distance at all times and did not cross the line in the slightest.

But this does not prevent Hisamitsu Kitamura from misinterpreting the relationship between the two.

"Hey, Makoto Sakaki!"

"Do you want to go to work?"

"Don't look at the time anymore!"

Kitamura Hisamitsu squeezed into the middle of the two in a weird way, and immediately changed his face when he looked at Masami Hirota.

"Miss Hirota, of course I'm not talking about you."

"Don't get me wrong... It's just that this kid is on his first day at work today, and he has a lot to learn. ”

Masami Hirota nodded and said:

"It's that I shouldn't have said so much with Makoto."

"I'm going to work first."

"Makoto, do you have time after work?"

"Let's have a good talk."

Sakaki Makoto had this intention and agreed without thinking.

"Okay, I'll get off work at half past five."

Masami Hirota smiled, pushed open the back door and walked into the bank.

"Haven't you seen enough?"

"Do you want to put you in the lobby so that you can catch up with the old days?"

Kitamura Hisamitsu's voice pulled Sakaki's head back.

Sakaki glanced at him.

"Okay, then thank you Captain Kitamura."

Kitamura Hisamitsu's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and he jumped like thunder.

"Didn't you hear me when I was talking back?!"

"That's it! You don't have to defend yourself! ”

"Isn't it famous?"

"Then you're going to stand at the gate and hand out flyers to me!"

Hisamitsu Kitamura pulled out a stack of bank leaflets out of nowhere and stuffed them into Sakakikoto's hand.

"If you can't pay it, you will be deducted from one day's salary!"

Sakaki Makoto glanced at him lightly, turned around and left.

Villains like this, they just like to jump.

The more you pay attention to them, the more they get worse.

Before leaving the parking lot, Makoto remembered the task given to him by Gin, and turned around and asked, "Captain Kitamura, do you know a person named Masami Hirota?" ”

Behind him, Hisamitsu Kitamura, who was complacent, suddenly stiffened.

There is no doubt that this is a provocation!

Makoto is taking revenge on himself in another way!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Is he mocking himself as a toad who wants to eat swan meat?!

Kitamura Hisamitsu's face was blue with anger, and his seven orifices were about to smoke.

He was angry with his dantian, used all his strength, and yelled in despair:

"!!"

Sakaki scratched his head and muttered:

Didn't you just ask a question?

As for being so angry?

Wait a minute...

A flash of inspiration flashed in Sakaki's mind.

Hisamitsu Kitamura likes the woman surnamed Hirota just now.

The person I'm looking for is also surnamed Hirota.

Could it be....

Is she Masami Hirota?

Sakaki's face changed slightly.

He thought of something very unpleasant.

Gin said that Masami Hirota was a person inside the organization.

And Masami Hirota knows her father.

Could it be that his father is also related to the organization?

So, the crow badge on the pistol is a symbol of the organization?

In an instant, Sakaki Makoto thought of so much.

Like a flood that burst its banks, his train of thought suddenly cleared.

Yes, yes, if the original father is not a person from within the organization, then how can the organization find him?

Invitation to an interview?

This is obviously the routine of the father and the son!

It's kind of interesting....

The corners of Sakaki's mouth went up, and when he figured it out, he realized that things were far more complicated than he had imagined.

It also evoked his occupational illness.

The truth is like a gray mist, fluctuating.

Walking in, it is possible to get lost and be swallowed by the fog, or it is possible to pass through the fog and see the truth behind the events.

It seems that the key to all this is still in the woman named Masami Hirota.

With a thick stack of leaflets, Sakaki stood at the door of the bank.

It's past eight o'clock, and the streets are getting more and more pedestrians, with office workers in suits and leather shoes hurrying by, and the occasional late high school girl holding a slice of bread waiting for an encounter.

Sakaki Makoto was a little distressed.

He.... I haven't given out flyers...

How can we get the flyers out in the shortest possible time?

This is a difficult technical hurdle to overcome.

Looking at the ever-changing crowd in front of him, Sakaki Makoto took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth rose 45 degrees, brought up a standard professional smirk, stopped a random person, and handed over the flyer:

"This young lady, would you like to see the latest offers from our bank?"

The female white-collar worker who was stopped was a little impatient, and just wanted to let Sakaki get out of the way, she saw Sakaki Cheng's face.

Cupid shot the arrow of love, and in an instant, the deer in her heart jumped.

Huh?

What's the situation?

It's a bit handsome....

No, no, you have to be reserved!

You can't lose yourself if you see a handsome guy!

But if it's a star, it's a different story....

Her eyes turned into starry eyes, and she took Sakaki's right hand and exclaimed excitedly:

"You, you, you... Are you the one on TV last night! ”

The words of the female white-collar worker made the crowded and busy crowd quiet for a moment, and everyone turned their heads to look at Sakaki Cheng.

"Isn't he Makoto Sakaki?!"

"It's the guy who scolded the Metropolitan Police Department on TV last night!"

"This is a celebrity!"

The pedestrians rushed up in surprise and surrounded Sakaki Cheng with fiery eyes.

Looking at the crowd like fanatical fans seeing their idols, Sakaki Makoto couldn't help but gasp:

"Hiss ....."