"Morning, Sato."

"Morning, Tansho."

"Morning, Uehara."

"Actually, it's not very early, you're almost late."

“……？”

"Ignore him, he probably had a nightmare last night, so he didn't wake up in a good mood today."

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, next to the elevator.

Miwako Zuoto, who was dressed in a blue-purple suit and hip skirt, smiled at the corners of her mouth, glanced at her partner who was drinking coffee by herself, and a little teasing welled up at the tip of her eyebrows.

"Ah, it's a nightmare, I'm just curious now if someone has a nightmare after watching something they shouldn't."

Taking a sip of the refreshing black coffee in the cup, Katsumi Uehara straightened his tie and looked at her sideways: "Or does she like this one?" ”

"How to say, there is a limit to human aesthetics."

Throwing the cup of black coffee in her hand into the trash, Miwako Sato turned her head to look at her with a smile: "I don't think she likes aliens." ”

"It's hard to say about this question, after all, people can't generalize between people."

"Indeed, it's as if not everyone can be called a "once-in-a-century beautiful boy."

“……”

"Uh-huh, isn't it?"

Miwako Zuoto, who walked into the elevator with the main stream, put her hands in her pockets, raised her eyebrows at her speechless partner, and the smile in her eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

"First of all, I need to correct one point: that title is just a magazine propaganda ploy, don't you see that the models who appear with me on those pages have titles under their names;

"Secondly, well, no, that's really just a propaganda ploy."

The elevator door opened, and Katsumi Uehara, who was sipping black coffee, walked out of it trying to convince his partner: "I was only 17 years old at the time, I wanted to make some quick money, and the only way I was in front of me was to be a model, you know what I mean?" ”

"Yes, of course, I understand and support the decision you made at that time. It's tough for a 17-year-old, it's not easy. ”

At the gate of the three-department office area, Miwako Zuoto, who was standing still, reached out and pulled the man's slightly messy and loose tie, smiled and smoothed it for him, and then leaned close to his ear and whispered: "I won't say it, don't worry, after all, you are a beautiful boy who wants to save face." ”

Like a demon's whisper, it scratched Katsumi Katsumi like a cat's claw.

"Did that bastard tell you Hao, Hiroshi Ui? The magazine looked like the one he had hidden. ”

"You told me that."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, there is no way for me to sell myself."

"I suggest you drink less next time, good." Miwako Sato loosened the man's tie, turned around with a smile and pushed open the door of the three-department office area, leaving Katsumi Uehara alone to stage a Sichuan opera change of face outside the glass door.

Damn, sweep pornography!

To sweep away pornography!

He now suspects that his old friend's karaoke part-time service is illegal, and he has to sweep it up.

Katsumi Uehara, who had emitted low pressure early in the morning, provoked no one to approach within fifty centimeters of him for a while, and his face was so black that people seriously suspected that the wallet had been stolen by a thief.

"Zuoto, what's wrong with him? Having a problem with the hospital test results? Seeing this, Ren Saburo Shiratori, who was passing by his workstation with a document, couldn't help but knock on Miwako Sato's workstation, which had recently arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department at the same time as Katsumi Uehara every morning.

"The hospital test results were healthy, so he had to come to work and he wasn't in a good mood."

Miwa Sato, who was peeling oranges, had a smile that Shiratori Ren Saburo couldn't understand between her eyebrows, and reminded kindly.

Also passing by, Takagi and Chiba, who usually wanted to say hello, glanced at each other after seeing Katsumi Uehara's expression that didn't look like he could match the stubble at all, and they both saw the gossip in their eyes.

It's a pity that no one can answer for them.

"Brother Uehara, you-huh? What happened to you? In the police station, there was a set of orange trench coats all the time, and Twilight Thirteen saw this and directly began to inquire about the status of his brother.

It's a treasure.

"Report to the police department, I'm thinking that we don't have to deal with illegal business."

“？？？”

"Forget it, when I didn't say it, did you have anything to do with me?"

"Oda Che is going to come over later, and he wants to see you by name, I think you'd better prepare in advance."

Twilight Thirteen replied in a surprise to Katsumi Uehara.

Chief Inspector Oda Kiri, who can be called so by Twilight Thirteen in the Metropolitan Police Department, is the head of the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Police Department: Toshiro Oda Kiri.

"He wants to see me? Didn't I already meet him after I was discharged from the hospital? ”

Twilight Thirteen patted his subordinates on the shoulder with relief and encouraged, "It's not clear, but it should be a good thing, take it yourself, Brother Uehara." ”

Katsumi Uehara blinked, and stood there watching a happy-spirited Twilight Thirteen leave.

"Looking for you up there?"

Miwako Sato, who was holding a glass of water, came over and asked curiously.

"If nothing else, it should be."

Katsumi Uehara glanced at her: "I'll say a few more bad things about you later." ”

"He won't believe it, my dad used to be his subordinate."

"The relationship is amazing, isn't it?"

"Eat an orange?"

Miwako Sato playfully handed over a petal of oranges, and Katsumi Uehara opened his mouth to swallow it.

"Not afraid of acid death?"

"Sour, not sour at all."

The distorted facial features make the man's words very unconvincing.

"Honestly, I'm really curious now, has this magazine ever made a hit, and your look is too indescribable, tell me?"

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

"I took out a fart, but as far as I know, there was not a single hair, and in the end I fell down."

Katsumi Uehara pursed his lips disdainfully, sneering at the former owner who had made him money: "In addition, I don't know about the others, but Noriko Nagayama and Kunihiko Kazukawa are not famous at all. ”

"Noriko Nagayama? And Kunihiko Kawa? Who are they? Miwako Sato leaned her arms against the baffle of her partner's workstation and gossiped.

"The man and the woman who appeared with me in those pages you read, that's their real name."

Katsumi Uehara, who was pressed on the chair, said with a bit of embarrassment: "Noriko Nagayama, I heard a friend say that it seems that she signed a bad office in the back, and finally terminated the contract and became a wine girl." ”

Miwako Sato suddenly gave him a strange look.

Katsumi Uehara rolled his eyes: "What a friend." ”

"And what about the boy named Kunihiko Kagawa?"

"Who knows, if you are selected by the public security to carry out the mission, you may die outside, anyway, there is no news."

"What? Wait a minute, you say it again? Miwako Zuoto frowned, and her tone was very puzzled: "He also entered the police academy?" ”

Katsumi Uehara spread his hands: "Otherwise, who do you think I beat with a sack before graduation?" ”

“…… He is the number one in your police academy at the same time? ”

"Anyway, I don't recognize him as the first, I have been put on a sack, and I don't count."

“……”

Katsumi Uehara's disdainful look made Miwako Sato squint her eyes slightly: "You're alone? ”

"What age is it, and now it's about group cooperation."

Katsumi Uehara's neck was raised, and he was confident: "Why do you want to fight alone?" ”