Chapter 77: A Good Thing Delivered to Your Door
09/20, Mu Yao Day.
The office of the search section on the ninth floor of the Metropolitan Police Department is very quiet, and it is a rare free day, when it is time to take a nap, those who chase TV dramas wear headphones and leak laughter from time to time, and there are also those who tap the keyboard with a bitter face to make up the report.
Ritsu Sasashima felt that today was a day worth remembering, at least after he came to the Metropolitan Police Department to report, he didn't receive a case from work to work for the first time, and if this is the case every day, Rice Flower Town is really a good place to live.
But just before he left work, he received a phone call that he didn't want to pick up. Just like the other day in New York, Ritsu Sasashima feels that there will never be good things when he collides with Shinichi Kudo, and most of the bad things happen when the police and detectives appear at the same time.
After some ideological struggle, Ritsu Sasashima chose to hang up the phone, he packed his things, and he already looked like he was ready to leave work.
Jingle Bell β
Yuna Hayasaka, who was chasing the drama, took off her headphones and quickly picked up the phone. After hearing the voice of the person on the other end of the phone, her serious tone softened a lot, and she smiled: "Well, okay, I'll let him pick it up." β
"Onizawa Police Department, why didn't you answer Kudo-kun's call?"
I really didn't expect that kid Kudo to call the Metropolitan Police Department directly, but when you think about it, this is indeed what he would do.
Ritsu Sasashima reluctantly picked up the landline phone on the table, and when Hayasaka pressed the transfer button, he heard Kudo's voice full of resentment.
"Teacher, why don't you answer my call? Do you think I'm here to ask you for reasoning? Or do you think you're going to call the police before you get off work? β
I didn't expect this kid to be quite self-aware, all Sasashima Ritsu cares about is working overtime, and if he doesn't go to the police, it means that one less person can die.
"I just didn't get it, I didn't mean it."
Naturally, it was impossible to admit that he deliberately did not answer the phone, and Ritsu Sasashima's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he asked calmly, "Do you have anything to look for me?" β
The desk in the study was full of letters addressed to his father, Yusaku Kudo, and Shinichi Kudo took the only one addressed to himself and said, "That's right, there is an architect named Teiji Moriya who invited me to his house for afternoon tea, and the letter said that I could bring my friends with me, so I wanted to ask the teacher if you were interested." β
Teji Moriya? Is it such a coincidence.
I was already thinking about how to approach Teiji Moritani, but I really didn't expect him to invite Kudo.
"Famous architects? But why did he invite you, the field you are involved in is very far apart, although you are a little famous as a high school detective, you will not invite you to the afternoon tea where celebrities gather. β
Kudo Shinichi scratched the back of his head, which was also what he didn't understand, he looked at the letter and said, "I don't understand it either, but the letter says that there is something you want to ask me, I'm afraid it has something to do with reasoning." β
"Well... Then tell me the time and place of meeting, I need to ask for leave in advance. β
"The afternoon tea starts at three o'clock in the afternoon, so the teacher will gather at the gate of Didan High School at half past two tomorrow afternoon, right? I'm ready to rush over as soon as school is over. β
"Is your childhood sweetheart going too?"
"She's going to go home first, saying it's a change of clothes... I really don't understand her. β
"Then it's just you, right? See you tomorrow. β
"Yes, see you tomorrow!"
Hanging up the phone, Ritsu Sasashima frowned slightly, could it be said that his purchase of explosives had something to do with Kudo Shinichi? And it doesn't seem like a coincidence that tomorrow night at half past nine is the agreed time to trade explosives.
Yuna Hayasaka noticed the seriousness on Onizawa's face and asked aloud, "What's wrong?" Another case has happened? β
"It's fine." Ritsu Sasashima got up and said, "I still have something to do first, you help me and ask for leave from above, I'm going to go out tomorrow afternoon, and I'll leave the work of going out to the scene to the Twilight Police Department." β
"Oh, I see."
There weren't many belongings to take with him, so Ritsu Sasashima put the papers on his desk in a drawer and walked out of the office, not forgetting to say hello to Takagi, who was immersed in writing a report.
Pressing the button on the first floor, he couldn't help but think that he would go to school to pick up people tomorrow, and he had to go to the 4S store to buy a car to travel... It's really troublesome.
The elevator door slowly opened, and Ritsu Sasashima, who was preoccupied, walked out with his head down.
At the corner of the road, a pair of dark brown leather shoes appeared in his sight, but his head reacted and his body was sluggish, and the other party's forehead was directly in the most intimate contact with his lips... Or rather, a collision.
"Hmm!"
The smell of blood spread to his mouth, most likely because his lower lip had been broken. Ritsu Sasashima raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains, but was stopped by a hand, and when he raised his eyes, he noticed that the black-haired young man standing in front of him was the person he knew best.
There was a hint of apology in the gray-blue phoenix eyes raised at the corners of his eyes, and the mustache on his chin was missing, if it weren't for the childishness on his face that had faded, he almost suspected that he had returned to the time when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom six years ago.
It's been a long time, Jingguang.
"Don't touch it with your hands, if you don't mind, use my handkerchief." Zhu Fu Jingguang handed out his light blue handkerchief and said in a gentle tone.
Still as attentive as ever, gentle as ever, nothing has changed.
"Thank you."
Ritsu Sasashima took the handkerchief and covered his bleeding lower lip, his body turned to the left to bypass Zhufu Jingguang, he didn't like to meet his former best friends, for fear that his identity would be exposed.
His current status is no longer suitable for them to be in their company.
But Ritsu Sasashima somewhat underestimated the fame he was piling up in the Metropolitan Police Department now, and Zhu Fu Jingguang obviously knew "himself", he smiled and accosted: "You are the big celebrity who searched a lesson, Izawa Chong Police Department, right?" β
After taking a few steps, Ritsu Sasashima had to stop where he was and replied honestly: "It's not a big celebrity, it's just an ordinary criminal policeman." β
"You're so humble." Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled, as if he had thought of something, and said half-jokingly: "I really didn't expect to see the wine swallowing boy himself." β
Wine Swallowing Boy... I really didn't expect to hear the nickname of this second disease again.
Jingguang, this guy really hasn't changed at all, and the belly black that is covered up with gentleness still comes out.
"You seem to know me well, sir?"
"I heard it all from my friend, and you were interviewed by Nikmai TV earlier." Zhu Fu Jingguang took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said with a smile: "Officer Onizawa, allow me to introduce myself, I am Zhu Fu Jingguang from the Security Planning Division of the National Police Agency." β
I don't want to shake hands, but not shaking hands doesn't conform to the character of Ghost Ze Chong.
Ritsu Sasashima shook it lightly and immediately let go, he raised the corners of his mouth to show a professional smile, and said indifferently: "Hello." β
"Then don't bother Officer Ghostawa, you're off work," Zhu Fu Jingguang pointed to his lower lip and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for this matter." β
"It's just a small wound, and I didn't pay attention, half of it was caused by myself. Then I'll go first, goodbye. β
"Goodbye."
After Zhu Fu Jingguang saw Onizawa leave, he reached out and rubbed his forehead, and couldn't help but say in his heart: This guy's teeth are really hard enough, obviously he hit his mouth, and he actually hurts.
"Zhufu, what are you doing here?"
Ita, who had just come out of the elevator and walked this way, was full of doubts, this guy was standing around the corner and covering his forehead, was he taking his temperature.
"It's nothing, I happened to meet Officer Onizawa you mentioned just now, and his gray hair is really eye-catching."
"Right? I thought it was dyed hair, and the color of those eyes, it was likeβ"
Zhu Fu Jingguang and Date Hang tacitly said in unison: "It's the same as a rabbit!" β
Ita Hang grinned: "Sure enough, we are on the same page. β
"Although they all work in different departments, the tacit understanding they have developed before will not disappear."
"yes... Speaking of which, I have a question for you. β
Zhu Fu Jingguang opened the car door and wondered: "What? β
Ita Hang scratched his cheek embarrassedly, his face was full of happiness, and asked, "Natalie is about to have a birthday, but I haven't thought about what gift to give, do you have any recommendations?" β
Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled bitterly and shrugged his shoulders, he pointed to the tip of his nose and said, "Squad leader, do you think I seem to understand the type of girl?" This kind of question, you can wait and ask the second year. β
"Oh, you don't have a girlfriend yet."
Burst.
The feeling of the arrow piercing through his chest, Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that the villain in his heart was hit by a strong crit.
He does not have a girlfriend, and he has not even been in a relationship and is single from the mother's womb.
He sighed heavily, it was really strange to say, a group of twenty-eight-year-old old men, how could only the squad leader have an object?
Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a long time, and finally shirked the responsibility to - dedication.
Well, it must be career-minded, not my own problem.