“……”

The old man standing there opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to argue something. It's a pity that in the end, he still couldn't say it, and he could only watch the back that didn't seem to have much to do with him gradually drift away.

For a long time, he sighed with his hands behind his back, but then smiled.

In a sense, what Katsumi Uehara said is not wrong. He is a police officer, and all he can do is arrest, interrogate, and close cases.

"We've had a good cop, and we're thankful."

Looking around at the delicate artworks that looked like his own children, Director Ochiai muttered in a low voice.

If it weren't for Katsumi Uehara, he would probably still be practicing his murderous plan at this moment, instead of standing in the sun and being with the museum.

He thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

As for why he acquiesced in disguise that the armor and sword of that night was a rehearsal for killing...... Since Katsumi Uehara has guessed everything, then he naturally has to show his sincerity and prove that he really gave up the idea of killing.

Rice Flower Central Hospital, canteen.

Asheng, who is alone here to solve lunch, is wearing headphones, holding a book in his hand, sitting by the window and chewing slowly, and the names of the books bathed in the warm sun are particularly eye-catching-

"Self-Rescuer, God Help"

On the cover, some people are trapped in the mire and fall into the mire, some people are struggling to get out of the quagmire with the help of others, and some people are drowned in the black mud as they fold their hands and pray to the sky.

In the headphones is a new song by Yoko Okino, a big star who was once pushed to the forefront not long ago because of her ex-boyfriend's suicide.

Very nice to hear.

For ordinary artists, the blow that is enough to affect the career has not crushed this stubborn, optimistic and positive female idol, and her voice is as pleasant as ever.

Katsumi Uehara, who was driving, listened as he listened, and his fingers began to swing to the rhythm.

I have to say that Yoko Okino has the ability to be so popular, at least not a vase, no wonder Maori Kogoro, a salty and wet uncle, is so obsessed.

After returning to the Metropolitan Police Department, Katsumi Uehara, who bought some bread and juice at a convenience store across the street, opened the bread package and took a bite while flipping through the new email in the mailbox on his phone.

Well......

Except for advertisements or advertisements, which is somewhat outrageous.

Katsumi Uehara, who had manually deleted the envelope, stepped out of the elevator and returned to the three-department office area with his lunch.

"Yo, that's all you need for lunch, Uehara?"

"Working overtime, I don't have time to eat something good."

"You're working overtime?"

"Go, go, be careful that I put little shoes on you."

Waving goodbye to the surprised inspection ministers, Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting on the workstation with Jiro's legs crossed, unscrewed the cap of the juice bottle, raised his head and just took two sips, and out of the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of Miwako Sato, who was directing several police officers to work-

"The results of these call logs must be given to me by nine o'clock tonight, understand?"

Several police officers who received the assignment saluted in unison: "Understood!" ”

Her tongue pursed her slightly dry lips, and Miwako Sato, who had just turned around and picked up the cup on the table and was about to drink water, turned her head to meet Katsumi Uehara's gaze.

"Coming back? How's it going to be at the District Prosecutor's Office? Miwako Sato, who saw Katsumi Uehara come back so soon, was obviously a little surprised.

"I had a cordial and friendly exchange with the drug dealers, and they all said that they wanted to complain to the judge that I couldn't stand my behavior on this Valentine's Day."

Katsumi Uehara raised the half-nibbled brioche bread in his hand, and then took another bite: "Sato, do you think I'm too attractive to make that group of people feel uncomfortable?" ”

"If you can say something like that, it's obvious that you're far more charismatic than those drug dealers could have imagined." Miwako Sato, who leaned on the edge of the workstation and tore open the toast slice bag, took out a slice from it and put it in her mouth, vaguely affirming.

"I'll just think you're complimenting me. How's it going, the bombers have made progress? ”

"I followed Ikeda's instructions and caught some of his men, who were preparing to hide from the limelight. Then, we got a large batch of call logs. ”

Miwako Sato, who drank the saliva, patted her chest and said with a sigh of relief: "According to the confession, there is indeed a mysterious person who is trading bombs with them. ”

"Looks like you'll be able to close the case soon."

Sitting on the chair leisurely and leaning back, Katsumi Uehara, who subconsciously shook his legs, wiped his lips: "What did the Twilight Police Department say?" ”

"I haven't had time to report to him, it is said that I received a report more than an hour ago, and he led the team to the scene of the crime, and now he hasn't come back yet, and it is estimated that he will have to wait for the team to be closed in the evening."

"Also, it's Valentine's Day after all, understand."

"What does Valentine's Day have to do with murder?" Miwako Sato blinked, not very understanding of a man's brain circuit.

"It's a big deal.,Love murder is one of the most numerous cases in the world.,If you meet a grumpy finger, you might even be able to set off fireworks-"

Rumble!!!

A bang under the heavenly dome in the distance interrupted Katsumi Uehara's ridicule through the spread of the wind like muffled thunder. The latter turned his head slightly stiffly, staring incredulously into the small black dots of black smoke that were billowing from the distance.

"What's the situation?!"

"What's going on?!"

"Was it an explosion? It seems to be a little far away, and the telescope can't see clearly. ”

The police officers who remained in the office area gathered around the window in groups of three or five to talk about it, and Miwako Sato and Katsumi Uehara, who came back to their senses, glanced at each other, and both saw solemnity and worry in each other's eyes.

"Sato, did the people you caught say what the mysterious man bought the bomb for?"

"No, they don't know anything."

After a brief conversation, the two immediately put down the half-eaten brioche bread and toast in their hands, picked up the landline receiver on the workstation, and dialed the internal communication number.

"Rice flower town 9-chome 23 land."

"The rescue team has set off and will arrive at its destination in about seven minutes."

After the extremely tacit division of labor inquiry, the moment he hung up the phone, Miwako Sato and Katsumi Uehara looked at each other, and almost at the same time said the result of their question.

"It looks like the car parked in the hospital won't come back at noon today." Packing the uneaten bread and juice into the bag, Katsumi Uehara, who was carrying it in his hand, greeted him.

"I hope your doctor friend won't charge me for parking." Miwako Sato, who was also carrying toast and preparing lunch on the way, lifted her legs and walked out.

"I think so too."

The two people who quickly walked into the elevator and went downstairs had a clear purpose and went straight to the parking lot.

The siren sounded, and the red light went straight all the way.

"Police! Everyone retreats beyond the cordon! Right away! ”