"I have a question, Agent Uozuka, I don't know if you can tell me the answer."

"As long as I don't get involved in the FBI's secrets, I'll do my best, Officer Uehara."

In the conference room, Katsumi Uehara, who had finished the meeting, turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, rested his elbow on the table with one hand, and said, "Kazukawa Kunihiko, is he dead?"

"Who?" Vodka was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I've never heard of this name at all, is he also an undercover agent who infiltrated the organization?" What's the codename?"

"It's the guy standing with me in this picture."

Katsumi Uehara, who was blocked by his sunglasses, put down his pen, reached out and took out the photos from his trouser pocket, and lined them up in front of the man's eyes: "Do you know him, Detective Uozuka?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know."

After carefully studying it for a long time, Vodka's tone was slightly apologetic: "He should be the one who deceived Kiel, right? Is it your friend, Officer Uehara?

"All I know is that Kiel wants to use someone to get revenge on you, these things...... I'm sorry."

"I see, thanks."

「…………」

I closed my eyes and the curtain in the conference room played out in Katsumi Uehara's mind over and over again.

"Uehara? Uehara?"

"Huh? Yes? What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"Shouldn't I have asked you this? What's going on with how you just behaved? Are you suspicious of this Uozuka Saburo?"

Staring at the intersection in the distance, where there was no longer a back visible, Miwako Sato, who was leaning on the edge of the window, crossed her hands in front of her chest, turned her head sideways and asked, "Why did you say that before entering the conference room and in the conference room just now?"

"I don't know how to explain it to you, and I'm not sure right now that this so-called FBI agent can be trusted."

Leaning down slightly, the man with his arms on the edge of the window crossed his fingers and said, "Even if he has enough trust base now."

"So, is Shiho Miyano still looking for it?"

"Looking, of course looking, why not."

Katsumi Uehara, who was looking into the distance, chuckled, "I don't have any evidence right now, and I don't have any inferences to form right now. What if everything he says is true?"

"Intuition?" I also turned my head to look at the sky outside the window that was dyed red by the sunset, and the magnificent glow hit the side of Miwako Sato's face, and the short hair that was messy by the wind had a bit of messy beauty.

"I just think it's too coincidental that you can be a psychopath."

"yes, do you need a word therapy?"

The woman who let her soft hair lap on her white cheeks without combing it was gone, and withdrew her gaze slightly. Under the elegant jawline, the white neck attracts the attention of men.

The corners of Katsumi Uehara's mouth rose, and the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing: "So, it's Officer Sato tonight? Or Dr. Sato?"

"It's the one who treats you to dinner."

Miwako Sato, who subconsciously stroked her neck with her right hand, did not show the slightest weakness in her tone: "You'd better not let me spend too much, otherwise I'll probably really let you go to the doctor."

"Can I choose the type and location of the injury?"

"Drunken stomach perforation, baking table burning arm, choose one?" ….

"Is there a way to hurt less painfully? It's better to be comfortable so that I don't feel bad when I go to the hospital."

"Guess?"

"I can't guess, why don't you take me to the operating table yourself, Dr. Sato?"

Miwako Sato stared at him with a smile: "My medical skills are not very exquisite, I'm afraid you will be in pain when the time comes."

Katsumi Uehara, who turned sideways to meet the woman's gaze, tilted his head, raised his eyebrows and said undeniably, "Then please put a pineapple on the side of the operating table."

"Huh?"

"Remember to peel the skin."

The man grinned, and his smile instantly became bright: "Otherwise, cut your hands."

The woman with a smile between her eyebrows and eyes didn't respond, just stood by the window, her arms crossed around her chest, and watched her back humming an unknown tune gradually leave.

Not long after, Sato's mother, who was far away in Sato's house, received a call from her daughter-

"Hey?"

"Mom, I'll be back late tonight, you don't have to wait for me to eat."

"Do you want to work overtime again, Miwako? What tricky case have you run into?"

"Nope."

Miwako Sato held the phone and pursed her lips while her pink tongue unconsciously swept in her mouth. After confirming that the man had walked away, Miwako Sato, who looked at his back and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, said, "It's to accompany Uehara to eat."

——？！

"Huh?! Wait wait! Wait a minute, wait a minute, I will admit defeat in this game, and I will admit defeat in this game. Miwako, tell your mother about you—"

With a "beep", Sato's mother's voice with a bit of sentimentality hidden in joy came to an abrupt end.

？？？？？

Oh no!

How does this kid talk halfway?!

Who did you learn it from?!

Miwako Sato, who put her phone back in her pocket, turned her head to take one last look at the warm sunset outside the window, and closed the window with a smile.

After gently stretching out her foot to return the chair to its place as she passed by her workstation, she walked out of the office area step by step and walked towards the man who was obviously waiting for her at the door of the office area.

"It's not time for the end of the day yet."

Katsumi Uehara, who was chewing gum, blew a bubble, put away the photo he had been staring at just now, heard the sound of high heels behind him, and said without replying, "It's okay to skip work."

"When did you become so law-abiding?"

Miwako Sato, who kept walking, passed by the man, walked straight to the elevator entrance, reached out and pressed the elevator button without the slightest hesitation.

Katsumi Uehara, who was following with a smile, was the first to step into the empty elevator after the elevator doors opened, "I've always been very law-abiding.

"Self-denial is benevolence, this is the creed I have engraved on my desk since I was a student."

"I can't see it, it turns out that you still have lofty ideals when you are studying."

Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "So, have you achieved this goal now?"

"My name has come true."

Happy.

After all, Miwako, who still couldn't hold back, couldn't maintain emotional peace anymore, and laughed badly.

Katsumi Uehara shrugged his shoulders and laughed at himself, "It's just a little bit of a name. It's called self-denial, but my actions are not self-denial at all – no, I should say that my actions happen to be the opposite of self-denial, which is indulgence."

"Then don't be so presumptuous."

Miwako Sato, who was overjoyed, breathed a sigh of relief, bent her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "For a police officer, indulgence and self-denial are not antonyms to some extent."

"I know you're complimenting me, but I'm comfortable listening. Suggest more, I can afford it."

"No, it's from the heart."

As the numbers on the elevator display screen continued to move downward, Miwako Sato, who raised her head slightly to look at the arrival prompt of the stairs, corrected seriously: "Katsumi Uehara, worthy of his name."

「……」

Raising his eyes to look at the face partially reflected in the pitch-black mirror of the elevator prompt screen, Katsumi Uehara moved his lips twice, and then chuckled, "If that bastard were still alive, I wouldn't agree with you."

"Listen up."

The elevator door opened, and Miwako Sato raised her wrist to look at the time, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth: "Now that I'm off work, I have enough time."

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