The clear sound of metal clashing suddenly sounded, and the righteous knight in medieval armor fell in response!

It is true that he can fight again in a head-on battle, but compared to the physical fitness that has fallen to the bottom when he was young, the old man who fell to the ground still can't stop snorting-

The old body under the armor began to send warning signals to the brain.

Fortunately, it is protected by armor, but if there is no protection at all, I am afraid that a few ribs will be broken now, and in serious cases, it may even be possible to step into the coffin with both feet.

"Ahem......"

The breathing that struggled to stand up became disordered under the uncontrollable coughing sound, and the old voice that could no longer be concealed made Katsumi Uehara, who was holding a long sword, raise his eyebrows: "Old man? ”

The old man didn't speak, just was silent, and under his armor were a pair of eyes that were so clear that they didn't look like the people of his age.

Seeing this, Katsumi Uehara casually threw the long sword aside, patted his hands covered with dust, and looked condescendingly at the knight who was sitting on the ground gasping: "I have always respected the old and loved the young, I hope you won't let me break the vows." ”

The slightly trembling fingers hesitated for a few seconds, and finally, the knight took off his helmet—

The beard is unshaven, and the hair is pale.

The emaciated cheeks didn't look like a person who could control this armor with at least a few dozen pounds of bottoms.

It is true that he has been mentally prepared for a long time, but when he really saw the true face of the old man, Katsumi Uehara inevitably felt a little surprised in his heart.

Old man + armor, this combination is really weird.

"Hmm...... You can see that your body is healthy, at least there is no osteoporosis. After being silent for a long time, Katsumi Uehara, who finally held back a sentence, made a look of astonishment appear between the old man's brows.

"What"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Katsumi Uehara, who was playing with handcuffs, paced in front of the old man and slowly squatted down, tilted his head slightly and smiled: "The important thing is, what crime should you be arrested by me now?"

"Assault on the police? Attempted homicide? Steal? Or is it a combination of three crimes? ”

The old man raised his head, and his clear eyes met the gaze of the young man in front of him, and he suddenly smiled.

The smile is very abrupt and kind.

"I don't think I'm guilty of a crime, Mr. Policeman."

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"Fart! That's a crime! ”

Metropolitan Police Department, Criminal Department Investigation Section 1 Violent Crime Department 3, Inquiry Room.

Because he had come to the Metropolitan Police Department early in the car to make a record, the security guard, who was the informant, scoffed at the accusation that the murderer, whom he had never met, believed that he was innocent.

"I remember very well that the sword was just a few tenths of a centimeter from my throat. If it weren't for my quick response, I'm afraid it would be impossible to sit here and keep up with what you said now! ”

"This is impossible, how could I, an ordinary old man, have such a fine ability to control my strength. I thought you could check the surveillance on that, but I was just trying to scare the two away because I thought they were thieves disguised as security guards. ”

In the interrogation room, facing Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting directly opposite him and was bored to the point of picking his nose, the thin old man who had already retired from his armor said firmly: "I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Ochiai, and I am the director of this art museum, which can be checked." ”

"Curator?"

Katsumi Uehara, who wiped his hands with a tissue, raised his eyes, and the shaking Jiro leg paused: "Can the curator attack the police?" ”

"I've already said it, Officer Uehara. The reason why I stay in the museum dressed like this is because there have been frequent thefts of art in the museum lately, and you can ask any museum staff member about it, so I wanted to wait and see who the thieves were.

"When the two security guards sneaked up I thought they were thieves, so I immediately stepped in to scare them away and called the police.

"But Officer Uehara, it didn't take long for you to come in, so I took you as their accomplice, and then I went further to try to drive you away."

The handcuffed hands were gently placed on the table, and the old man with a kind face looked very good: "Moreover, Officer Uehara, you didn't show your ID at that time, right, then I naturally wouldn't listen to a stranger say that he was a police officer, especially in that case." ”

Katsumi Uehara pursed his lips noncommittally, turned his ballpoint pen and raised his eyebrows to signal the old man to continue.

"I'm done, here's how it happened."

"So, you mean all that happened tonight was just a misunderstanding caused by a thief?"

"If there is no other evidence, I think it should be."

Director Ochiai nodded kindly, "I'm sorry for involving you, Officer Uehara. ”

"Mind staying here a little longer?" Closing a notebook that had not been written, Katsumi Uehara, who had an inquiring tone, stood up very honestly, without the slightest intention of waiting for a response.

The old man, who was smiling calmly, sat in his chair, and his gaze lingered on the notebook for a few more seconds, before watching him leave in silence.

"Coming out? How's that asked? ”

In the office area of the third department, Miwako Sato, who was still drinking hot water at the workstation, saw her apprentice who was forced to work overtime come out of the interrogation room, and couldn't help but put down the teacup and asked with a smile.

"It's almost clear, a misunderstanding." Throwing the notebook and pen on Miwako Sato's desk, Katsumi Uehara, who felt his mouth was dry, pursed his lips, and finally obediently went back to his workstation to grab a glass of water under the eyes of Miwako Sato's instantly wary eyes.

"Are you sure it was a misunderstanding?"

"The museum's surveillance did show that our weak suspect was only scaring the two security guards, and even to me at first.

"That is, he is not lying."

Taking a sip of the wolfberry and red date tea in the thermos cup to moisten his throat, Katsumi Uehara bent his left elbow on the baffle of Miwako's station, and his tone was slightly emotional: "Sato, do you think that when I get old in the future, will I be able to wear a plate armor of dozens of catties and still move freely?" ”

"You?"

Miwako Sato, who heard this, couldn't help but look him up and down a few times, and poured cold water on him without hesitation: "I'm afraid not." ”

"Why? Are you questioning my physical fitness? Katsumi Uehara, who couldn't hear the ideal answer as he wished, put down the thermos cup, and raised his eyebrows, which was quite provocative.

Miwako Sato, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the man in front of her with a smile, and while standing up, she picked up the thermos cup with wolfberries and red dates floating on the surface, and looked at the man several times from top to bottom.

"Pay more attention to your body, Uehara criminal." Smiling and pressing the thermos cup against the man's palm, Miwako Sato turned around and walked away.

“？”

Looking down at the wolfberries and red dates floating on the water, Katsumi Uehara, who slowly put a question mark, quit: "Wait for Sato, what do you mean!"

The beautiful back footsteps not only did not pause at all, but the speed increased a lot, and he raised his hand with his back to the man and waved: "Happy overtime, Uehara." ”