"Is there one?"

The undeniable Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows, reached out of his pocket and took out the box containing the gum, opened the lid and fiddled with two pills at random before throwing them on the interrogation table-

With a slapped of his left hand and his right palm, the two pieces of chewing gum that swirled in the palm of his hand drew a perfect parabola directly in the air and flew into his mouth: "OK, then forget it."

"Miss Miwako Sato, what are you doing? Why just watch?"

Seeing that the man couldn't get through here, only a set of rose-colored underwear was left on his body, and even his boots were forcibly taken off, Belmode stepped on the floor of the interrogation room barefoot, looked sideways at the policewoman who had been standing by, and said, "Even if I really committed a crime, Katsumi Uehara's behavior should be a violation of the police code, right?"

「……」

Miwako Sato, who wanted to answer, saw her partner who also turned her head to look at her before she could say anything, and after hesitating for a while, she bent down and picked up the pair of camel-colored boots, mixing them with the clothes on the table and hugging them: "I'm sorry Miss Chris, I'm just a police department, he is a police department, and his level is higher than me."

「？」

"I'll write this in the report and hand it over to my superiors, but now, here, he's the one who has the final say."

The left hand behind his back quietly raised his middle finger towards Katsumi Uehara, and Miwako Sato, who did not show the slightest abnormality, nodded to Belmode, who had a look of astonishment in her eyes, and walked out of the interrogation room with her clothes, shoes and socks-

In the huge room, for a while, only a glamorous star who was tied up and a policeman who was appreciating her with an artistic eye were left.

"I love Japan's workplace system, which is clearly divided between superiors and subordinates."

Katsumi Uehara, who took in the middle finger, couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, and after blowing a bubble proudly, he adjusted his sitting posture, and tilted his head slightly to look at the expressionless Belmode: "At least I love it today."

"You're really a Japanese cop who broke my stereotype."

The woman glanced at the box of chewing gum on the table, "Is there any smoke?"

"Smoking less is not good for your health."

"So, is it a warmth card now?" Belmode, whose request had not been met, sighed, and there was a hint of disappointment on his delicate face that I could pity.

"No, just a word of advice, the last person I know of who likes to smoke got lung cancer."

"yes, I don't know, who he is?"

"Konstantin."

Katsumi Uehara chews gum: "John Constantine."

「…… So who are you?"

Belmode looked at him amusedly, "Clark Kent? Or Bruce Wayne? It can't be Diana, right?"

"Don't say it, I really dreamed of Wonder Woman in my dreams, and I was with Catwoman." The index finger of the man's right hand on the table was not clicked on the table for a while, looking pleasant: "Do you want to try it?"

"If you can convince that Miwako Sato, I'm fine." Belmode, who has experienced strong winds and waves, directly turned against the customer, and even symbolically straightened his chest.

The rippling feeling of blue waves completely occupied Katsumi Uehara's eyes for a while.

"I have an opinion, I'm afraid of death."

Katsumi Uehara sneered and tapped his index finger on the table, "Well, Miss Chris, I don't ask you about the purpose of the gin, you just need to tell me about one person, how about it?"

"Who?"

"And Kunihiko Kagawa."

The moment he said the name, Katsumi Uehara's gaze was firmly fixed on Belmode's face, who was obviously stunned for about half a second-

"I see, is this the real purpose of your support for Miwako Sato?"

Belmode, who knew it instantly, smiled, "Trust me, you don't want to know the truth."

"So there's no need to talk about it?" Katsumi Uehara's eyes narrowed slightly,

The hand has already placed the revolver on the table.

"Not really."

Belmode pouted: "Just like the Japanese Public Security Council sends undercover agents to the organization, our organization will also rebel and buy members of the Japanese Public Security, although those people are not of high rank, but they are also nails.

"One day, the intelligence department of the organization received a message from the public security insiders who meet daily that there was a ghost who had entered the organization again. But we didn't get anything out of it at all.

"Until, Calvados accidentally saw the magazine in Italy because of a mission."

「…………」

"Seriously, the Japanese police have done a perfect job, and the level of the insiders we have bought is not high, and there is no way to know the true identity of the undercover agent. If it weren't for that magazine, I'm afraid it would be Kunihiko Kagawa...... Oh yes, thank you."

Belmode raised his eyebrows and met the man's deep eyes without fear: "I just don't know if it's your idea to take magazine photos, or his?"

"I guess it was your idea, after all, you were short of money. According to the data, you made a lot of money at the European Championship with the start-up money."

"Sounds like he should...... Died a terrible death?"

Chewing gum, Katsumi Uehara spun his revolver, and his tone of embarrassment made Belmode very curious: "I thought you were going to avenge him."

"With his character, if you don't come back to kill me, it's a blessing in misfortune, and you really think too much about avenging him."

After spreading his hands, he stretched his waist quite comfortably, and the man shook his toes: "So, what about the real Miyano Shiho?"

"Who knows."

Almost instantly, Belmode, who smelled something wrong, stopped the explanation that was about to pour out of his mouth.

When it comes to Shirley, too many words must be lost.

「…… Looks like you're really going to sit here with me all day."

Seeing that the cliché didn't work, Katsumi Uehara bared his teeth: "I just don't know if your body can withstand it."

"For a whole day, then I think you'll probably get to the hospital sooner." Belmode held his head high, and his tone was no weaker than that of the downwind: "Besides, I don't think you should be able to last a whole day."

"You're picking—"

"Wait a minute, Counsellor! Eh, Mr. Section?! Wait a minute!!

Before Katsumi Uehara's words fell, the door of the interrogation room had already been pushed open-

Miwako Sato's anxious and panicked voice came clearly into the man's ears with the wide open door.

Tadayoshi Uno, the counselor of the Criminal Department, and Saburo Wada, the head of the first section with the same embarrassed faces as Miwako Sato and Twilight Thirteen, appeared in Katsumi Uehara's line of sight.

"Since other people are not qualified, then I, the counselor, come to ask for people in person, am I qualified?"

Tadayoshi Uno, who had a gloomy face, turned his head and glanced at Saburo Wada, who was following behind him and couldn't say a word, and then his eyes fell on Katsumi Uehara, and he didn't even look at Belmode: "Officer Uehara, I heard that you caught the prisoner pretending to be Shiho Miyano, right?"

"Counselor Uno ......"

Katsumi Uehara frowned slightly, and his gaze swept behind him-

With a helpless face, Twilight Thirteen and Miwako Sato are frantically zipping and waving at him, while Section Chief Wada Saburo is waiting for him, standing silently beside Tadayoshi Uno, with a low eyebrow that is very much in line with the image of an old fritter who is about to retire, completely losing the power he showed when facing vodka.

"Officer Uehara, the police are on the side, and I need to take the prisoner away for secret interrogation now, is that okay?"

「…………」

I don't know what came to mind, Katsumi Uehara turned his head to look at Belmode again, who was smiling and making a lip shape for him-

[Thanks to Japan's workplace system with a clear distinction between superiors and subordinates.] I love it, darling. 】