Just the action of listening to the report of his subordinates with his hands behind his back, the momentum of not being angry and arrogant has already come out. The unique temperament honed by decades of front-line criminal police career is the dazzling capital of this man in the crowd, and the straight scar on his left eye is like a great medal for him.

Matsumoto Kiyocho, the police officer of the search section, the direct boss of the twilight thirteen.

Perhaps Katsumi Uehara had been looking at it for too long, and Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who waved his hand and motioned for Takagi to stop reporting, turned his head. After seeing Miwako Sato appear in front of him with someone, a touch of softness appeared above Zhou Zheng's cheeks: "Are you responsible for this case, Sato Criminal." ”

"Yes, Administrator. This is Katsumi Uehara, who was in charge of the incident with me, and it was his accomplice who captured the prisoner at the Takasugi Group Building in the afternoon. Miwako Sato nodded, and introduced the man who was walking side by side with her.

Because her father, Masayoshi Sato, was a deceased former criminal policeman, she was somewhat familiar to the older generation inside the search class.

"Katsumi Uehara, I've heard of you, and you're doing well."

With Miwako Sato, the middleman, as an introduction, Matsumoto Kiyocho set his sights on this man who can compete with the model in appearance and figure.

Strictly speaking, Matsumoto Kiyocho said that he had heard of him, and it was really not polite, after all, Katsumi Uehara still had a bit of a reputation in the search class.

Before he appeared, the entire search three departments were the only safe area in the first class that did not have a paddling professional group police, and Ren Saburo, who was born in Japan's top rich second generation, was actually a desperate Saburo comparable to Twilight Thirteen when he arrived in the third department, which really stunned everyone.

Just when the other department heads lamented that Twilight Thirteen was really lucky, Katsumi Uehara came in and helped Twilight Thirteen to make up for the shortcomings of the police officers in the paddling professional group under his command, so as not to make Twilight Thirteen look too unsociable among his colleagues.

But now it seems that the rumors are a bit of a blur.

"You've won the prize, that's what I'm supposed to do."

I can't figure out what this boss is here for at this time, Katsumi Uehara responded without humility or arrogance, thinking to himself in his heart.

Come to get someone for your daughter?

"How's the trial of the prisoners you have captured, Sato?"

Contrary to Katsumi Uehara's expectations, after a brief exchange of words, Matsumoto Kiyonaga turned his attention back to Miwako Sato, a junior: "The explosion of the restaurant called Asahi caused a great sensation, and the police spent a lot of time and energy to suppress this matter at the level of public opinion, and if there is another explosion, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

"At present, it has been determined that the prisoner still has 12 military-grade bombs in his possession, and the phone number for communication with the bomber and the phone number for communication with the prisoner we have captured today is the same."

While saying this, Miwako Sato raised her eyes to meet Matsumoto Kiyonaga's gaze, and her voice was very heavy: "It's Takasugi Toshihiko's number." ”

"And 12 bombs? Are you sure Takasugi did it? The expression on Matsumoto Kiyonaga's face did not change in the slightest, and it was still a business-like attitude.

"There is no conclusive evidence yet, and we are preparing to send Toshihiko Takasugi's fiancée, who is your daughter, to the Metropolitan Police Department for questioning."

"It should. If it's true, and Sayuri really helped him commit perjury, then you don't have to take into account my feelings, just do what you want. ”

Speaking of his daughter who was about to get married, Matsumoto Kiyocho sighed obviously, and the corners of his eyes were slightly lonely: "I'm here today to tell you about this, if Takasugi Toshihiko is using my name to suppress you, then don't pay attention." Do what you are supposed to do as a police officer, and be worthy of this police uniform, you know? ”

"Yes, Administrator!"

After the three departments agreed in unison, and after a final glance at the blackboard with the information on the serial murder case, Matsumoto Kiyonaga turned around and left, leaving only a promise-

"There are some things that Twilight can't help you with, but don't worry, I'll come. There's only one thing left for you to do, get this damn serial murderer back for me, whoever he is. ”

As the administrator of the first search section, Matsumoto Kiyocho can withstand significantly more pressure and responsibility than Twilight Thirteen.

At this moment, when he was expected to be promoted to the head of the first section of the search section, he risked offending the in-laws consortium to make such a promise, which surprised Katsumi Uehara.

At first, he thought that the steward had come to make peace with the mud.

"Was it a surprise?" Miwako Sato, who was watching Matsumoto Kiyoshi go for a long time, turned her head and looked at her partner.

"Sort of, indeed."

"Do you know where that scary scar on Matsumoto's left eye came from?"

"It shouldn't be cut fruit."

"Twenty years ago, Matsumoto was still working on the front lines. While chasing a serial murderer at the docks, he was left with this horrific scar on his left eye. ”

Pacing to the blackboard and knocking on the board, Miwako Sato turned her head, accompanied by the sound of "tuk tuk", her eyebrows raised slightly: "So, do you understand why he came?" ”

"Understood, come and reminisce about the past. By the way, tell us if you have any questions and you can go to him, after all, generally speaking, there are certain common principles for the murderers of serial murders. Glancing at the dark sky outside the window, Katsumi Uehara pasted Takasugi's photo on the blackboard with his right hand.

"Take the first half of your words and that's the right answer."

"I can't say for sure." Taking a few steps back and looking at the new layout on the blackboard, Katsumi Uehara laughed without looking back: "Is there a result of the investigation of the process material of the metal card?" ”

"I haven't replied yet, I don't think it's going to be a result in a short period of time, what about your autopsy?"

"This point should have already begun, and there will be results tomorrow morning."

"So I'll be able to get the car back tomorrow morning?"

"If you don't say that I forgot about this stubble, I thought you liked to sit in my co-pilot."

"If you can get rid of narcissism, I think there will be more girls who like you."

"So, are you going to walk when you get home from work tonight? Or a taxi? Pointing to the sky outside, Katsumi Uehara bent his elbows on the blackboard border, and looked sideways at the woman who was momentarily speechless.

“…… For the last time. ”

Miwako Sato pursed her lips, raised her hand to collect the few bangs that spread out in front of her forehead, and raised an index finger to correct the color.

"Okay, then tomorrow morning you and I will go to get the autopsy results, and Chiba Takagi will go and bring Sayuri Matsumoto back for questioning. As for these two, stay for 24 hours. Glancing in the direction of the interrogation room, he returned to his workstation and picked up the blazer he had taken off and threw on the chair, Katsumi Uehara took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, touched two and flew into his mouth.

The self-proclaimed magenta Mitsubishi EVO ejected and was gradually engulfed in the hazy night.

"Good night, Uehara."

"See you tomorrow, Sato."