On the island of Japan in the bright spring, the news of His Excellency the Chief Cabinet Secretariat's imminent visit set off a small whirlwind in the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office, and Naomi Asada, the network operator of the "Ume" terminal room on the eighth basement floor, known as the "flower of the investigation room," was specially designated to accompany the director of the investigation office and the head of the computer data department to welcome the arrival of His Excellency the Chief Executive. Easy to win the favor of older men, Miss Asada often attends courtesy meetings, which is a trump card in the reception of the investigation room.

Early in the morning, Naomi Asada carefully put on light makeup, and after checking in, she came to the lobby on the first floor of the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters building at No. 11, Kasumigaseki, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan, waiting for the appearance of her boss. Just after eight o'clock, two middle-aged men in navy blue suits appeared at the door, the slightly taller and balding one was the head of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office, Ichimu Tadashi, and the shorter and more obese one was the head of the computer data department, Shichibe Ryo. "Good morning, Director!" Naomi immediately bowed and greeted him with good morning.

"Morning, Ms. Asada. Ichoki smiled and waved his hand, while Shichibu looked worried, and scribbled his finger in return as a salute. Instead of returning to the Intelligence Investigation Office in the basement, the two men stood together in the hall and waited for the Chief Cabinet Secretary to arrive. For the civil servants who work in the Metropolitan Police Department, most of whom do not know the leadership of this mysterious department, and for them, despite being located in a single building, many of them are unaware of the existence of underground structures, and for them, the three special elevators on the easternmost side of the hall with negative scales are just one of the many strange and inexplicable facilities in the metropolis of Tokyo, and no one wants to pay attention to who is entering and exiting the three elevator doors.

The clock pointed to nine o'clock sharp, three black electric crown cars quietly parked at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department building, the first to get out of the car was the head of the Metropolitan Police Department, the manager of the main building, His Excellency the Inspector General of Police, he diligently opened the door of the latter car, his immediate boss the head of the Japanese National Police Agency stepped out of the car, and with him in the second crown was the chief cabinet secretary of Japan, the most important staff of the Japanese cabinet after the prime minister. The three high-ranking officials gathered around the third black sedan and opened the door for the passengers.

Naomi Asada couldn't help but hold her breath. What kind of person should be surrounded by such a few powerful officials? The flower of the investigation room began to guess quickly in her mind, flashing one name after another. But seconds later, a group of bigwigs walked through the automatic glass door, laughing, and in the center of the crowd was a completely unfamiliar face—at least a face never seen on television.

Ichiki greeted him with a smile on his face, Nanabe Liang slowed down, half a position behind his boss, and Naomi Asada naturally followed behind Nanabu, putting on a just right smile that had been connected to the mirror thousands of times. In fact, half of the smile on her face at the moment was sincere, and the strange big man in the crowd was a stunning young man, with a model-like figure wrapped in a tailored striped suit, and a bright red Italian silk tie tied under the white shirt collar. With blue eyes and a tall nose, this talkative foreigner looks like a real Hollywood star, but his well-slung lips spit out extremely proficient Japanese, and his use of honorifics accurately expresses respect for his master, and he appropriately distinguishes the subtle differences between the positions of several high-ranking officials, which makes Naomi, a native of Tokyo, feel ashamed.

After a lengthy exchange of pleasantries full of Japanese characteristics, the group took the elevator down to the living room of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office on the third basement floor, and sat in a row according to their status. "This is Mr. Dworu, the Commissioner of the GTC, who was specially assigned by Dr. Mark Thompson, an old friend of the Japanese government, to inspect the operation of the terminals of the National Police Agency and the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office, to help solve technical problems and work together for the cause of counter-terrorism," the official said. ”

"Don't dare to be, Your Excellency Chief Cabinet Secretary. The young European smiled, "Let these hospitable gentlemen and ladies receive me, and thank you for your company." ”

A few minutes later, the chief of the National Police Agency and the chief cabinet secretary left the building after repeated accusations, and the inspector of police seemed to want to stay longer, but as the top chief of the Tokyo District Police Department, he had no actual jurisdiction over the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office, so he had to leave the reception room after ten minutes of smiling and hiding a knife.

At this time, in the room, except for the head of the investigation room, Ichiki Tadashi, the head of the computer data department, and Naomi, who was in charge of pouring drinks, the rest of the people in the room were the high-level personnel of the investigation room, including the deputy head of the investigation room who had just returned from Europe, and the leader of the special forces in charge of foreign operations, Taro Izukiike. As soon as the big shots left, the atmosphere in the room immediately became strange, and Naomi keenly sensed the change, silently brewing black tea without speaking. Although there was still a circle of people chatting around the GTC commissioner from Europe, several people, led by Ichiki and Shichibu, kept squeezing out Kitiketaro as if they wanted to kick the deputy director out of the reception room. The gray-haired deputy head of the office, wearing a blue jacket that is now largely extinct on the streets, was expressionless and refused to leave.

The term factional struggle is very common in the workplace, and according to the understanding of the flower of the investigation room, as long as you observe more and choose the right side of the winner, factional struggle can be a good means of rapid promotion. A few days ago, a woman who was in the same terminal room with her suddenly stopped appearing at the workstation, and legend has it that she was appreciated by the head of the room, and was able to work in the computer room on the lower floor, and with each floor she descended, the job rank and salary rose proportionally, which made Naomi, who had been working on the eighth basement floor for two years, very jealous.

Thinking of this, she decided to show her attitude in front of the head of the room. She held the tray and began to hand out freshly brewed black tea to the people present, "Thank you." The blonde correspondent took the teacup and saucer, and with an impeccable bright smile, Naomi's heart swayed. She was also lost in the corsage on the left breast of the mysterious man, which was a silver cross entwined with thorns, a cross she had never seen before, and she had never seen a smile like that.

As she walked up to Taro Dekiike, Naomi Asada pretended to stumble, "Oops!" she exclaimed softly, spilling half a cup of piping hot black tea on the deputy head of the room's blue coat. "What are you doing!" Chitaro immediately stood up, took off his steaming coat and cursed angrily.

"I'm sorry, deputy director...... "It took a second for the flower of the investigation room to brew a few tears, hanging on the edge of her eyes with tears in her eyes, and she squatted down and wiped them in a hurry: "I'll wipe it clean for you, I'm really sorry!"

Iketaro stared at him deeply, and the old but powerful look made Naomi look away. "No need!" the gray-haired deputy head of the office threw his coat over his shoulder, "There is still an explanation for our recall from Europe, Hasegawa Avasayaka is the target I have been chasing for many years, even the head of the office has no right to stop the operation of the Einsatzgruppen, I will write clearly in the report to His Excellency the Chief Cabinet Secretary, - we have a solid clue...... Forget it, Suzuki, Takahashi, Kikuchi, let's go. ”

Several middle-level leaders who were called by his name stood up and walked out of the reception room without looking back, following in the footsteps of Taro Idekiike. The door clicked shut, and the head of the one-inch wooden room smiled: "Very good, very good." ”

"Is she ......?" the young commissioner named Dvoru made a strange gesture, and Shichibe Liang, who was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, quickly shook his head: "No, no, she's not. Ms. Asada is just a very conscientious investigator in the investigation room. ”

Ichimu coughed: "Ahem, that, Miss Aada, we are going to start a conversation with a high level of secrecy, if you can, please excuse yourself for a while." Also, please wait at the door and don't let anyone come in and disturb us. What you did today, we will remember. ”

"Of course, Director. Naomi Asada smiled sweetly and bowed deeply, "If you have any orders, please feel free to call me." I'm not going far. She slowly exited the reception room with her head bowed under the Commissioner's approving gaze, slammed the door shut, and then sat down with a thud and let out a long breath.

"Kako Hase, just wash your neck and wait, it won't be long before I overtake you......" Hana of the Investigation Room happily silently recited the name of her promotion colleague and took out a small mirror to touch up her makeup. The room is very well insulated, and although the silhouette of the talker can be faintly seen through the blinds, you can't hear the words even if you put your ear to the door. Naomi eavesdropped for a while, and found that she couldn't gather any information at all, so she leaned against the wall and took out her phone to pass the time, while waiting for the room master's summons. I don't know how long later, there was a sudden click, the door on the other side of the reception room opened and closed, and a figure walked in sideways, unable to see the face.

"Who's that?" "Who's that?" tells Naomi that person is a very important person, and she thinks twice and decides to take another small risk. Since you have decided to choose the camp of the head of the room, it is still necessary to figure out the strength of your side, and besides, it is just a harmless little accident, and I believe it will not affect your image in the hearts of the leaders.

Carefully repairing the lip line and tidying up the bun, Naomi Asada, the flower of the investigation room, took a deep breath and twisted the handle to push open the door of the reception room, "I'm sorry director, I'm here to report......"

This is the last image and last word she left in the world.