"Let's go, Miwako, aren't you still off work?"

"No, I still have one last point of report to finish, Yumi, you can go first."

Metropolitan Police Department, Search Section 1, Department 3 Temporary Office Area.

Miwako Sato, who was facing the sunset, smiled and refused her best friend's offer to get off work together, and raised the half-written report in her hand: "Don't wait for me." ”

"Haven't finished writing yet? What are you doing all day? I don't think there were any murders today, right? Could it be that he patronized and fell in love with Uehara? Yumi Miyamoto, whose mouth was suddenly upturned to the point where she could hang a soy sauce bottle, was disappointed.

Ever since her best friend confirmed her relationship with Katsumi Uehara, the dog man, she feels like a thick barrier between herself and Miwako.

Sad!

"What are you talking nonsense, whether the public is public or private, I still know clearly." Miwako Sato shook her head helplessly, and turned the ballpoint pen in her hand with her right hand: "I was reading a file about other cases during the day, and I just wasted a little time." ”

"A little?"

“…… Well, a little more than half a day. ”

"What other case files? Oh my God, don't you think you have enough cases at hand? ”

Yumi Miyamoto, who was walking towards her best friend, suddenly widened her eyes when she heard this, and her tone was full of incredulity: "Miwako, remember that you are a woman who already has a boyfriend.

"What you should do now is to deepen your relationship with your boyfriend, instead of working overtime late into the night with a bunch of case files here, understand?"

"Really?"

Miwako Sato, who didn't know why, put down the pen, and subconsciously turned her head to look at her boyfriend's workstation diagonally opposite, and there was no one: "Are you sure this is not your own speculation?" ”

Yumi Miyamoto, who sat on her best friend's table with her buttocks, couldn't help but glance at her: "Do you think that you are with Uehara at work during the day, and there is no need to be so tired after work, otherwise it will give him the illusion that he is pestering him 24 hours a day?" ”

"Isn't it? Although I have never been in a relationship, I still know that even when I am in love, I need to leave a little personal space for each other to breathe freely, so that I can better maintain my feelings for each other.

"And my house and Katsumi's house are completely in two directions, so I can't keep letting him go around the road and accompany me to get off work."

Miwako Sato, who was leaning on the back of the seat, raised her head slightly, and looked at her best friend's eyes with incomprehension.

Miyamoto Yumi stroked her forehead with one hand, feeling that her blood pressure was rising: "You have to seize the opportunity, seize the opportunity Miwako, do you know that he is now a well-known sweetheart, and how many foxes are staring at him behind his back." ”

"Eh no, how do I feel that you seem to be more anxious than me when I fall in love." Miwako Sato, who heard the words, didn't pay attention to the fox, but was very interested in the attitude of the emperor, the emperor, who was not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry.

"Nonsense, you're my best friend, I haven't been in love for twenty-eight years, don't worry about who you're anxious about."

Yuki Miyamoto, who is a self-proclaimed love teacher, glanced at his best friend, casually pulled out the file that made him panicked from under his buttocks, looked at it, and suddenly found a blind spot: "The case from three years ago? Matsuda-kun's bombing? ”

For the case three years ago, if you want to say that you are impressed, then Miyamoto Yumi can only think of the bombing case that led to the death of Matsuda Jinpei for a while.

"Nope."

Miwako Sato shook her head, thinking back to the contents of the dossier she had read in the afternoon, and subconsciously bit her lip and thought: "It's a kidnapping case against multiple rich people, and in that kidnapping case, the only deceased is called Mari Kagawa.

"Yumi, have you heard about this?"

"And Mari Kawasaki? It seems to have a bit of an impression that it's a very professional criminal gang, right? ”

Yumi Miyamoto, who is a gossip communicator of the Metropolitan Police Department, pondered for a while, and then turned out the case of this extremely luxurious configuration of the prisoner from his mind: "I remember that more than 20 people, organized and planned to kidnap seven rich people, and then extorted ransom from their families separately?

"If I'm not mistaken, this case is the last case that the village police department was responsible for before retiring, right? Miwako, what do you think this case is for? ”

"Nothing, it's just about what I am."

Miwako Sato, who didn't talk in detail, propped her elbows on the table with her hands and elbows, and looked down at the copy of the file on the desk: "I've read the relevant materials of that case, and those prisoners all said that they didn't actually plan to kill people in the first place.

"It was someone who wanted to take advantage of the police to take the lead in resisting, but in the end she became the first bird to be beaten and died on the spot."

"Seems so, yes."

Yumi Miyamoto, who had been reminiscing for a long time, slapped her head suddenly: "Ah, I remember, there was actually a theory at that time that the main target of this kidnapping case was actually only one person, and other people, including the deceased and Mari Kawasaki, were just incidental." ”

“？”

Miwako Sato, who heard this, was stunned for a moment: "What? Who is that person? ”

……………………………………………………………………

"Guess?"

Tokyo, in a single-family villa in Kakudo Town.

The man who had crossed the security guards and climbed into the master bedroom used a rope to tie the panicked balding middle-aged man on the bed tightly, and then answered his question about who he was.

After the leather shoes with shoe covers stepped on the latter's thigh, his voice was hoarse and low: "Let's see if you can guess right, president." ”

"Please, please, I can give you whatever you want, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The bald man wearing only a pair of pants desperately begged for mercy, where could he care to guess who the man wearing the demon mask in front of him was: "Do you want money?" Do you want money? I can give it to you, as much as you want.

"100 million? Two hundred million? Or 300 million? ”

"Money? No, I don't need that. ”

The man wearing the demon mask turned the gun, and then, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the forehead of the bald middle-aged man: "I just need you to help me do one thing, anyway, you are also good at killing people, aren't you?"

"If you do, then I will not report the crimes you have committed to the police, and your wife and children will be safe. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll see them alive. ”

“……”

The bald middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty: "Don't make a move on them, the rules on the road will not harm your family." If you want to kill me, you can kill me. ”

"Looks like you still don't understand your situation, Lord. I'm not talking to you about conditions, I'm ordering you. ”

The man wearing the demon mask chuckled, and under the frightened gaze of the bald middle-aged man, he slowly raised his left hand and took off the demon mask on his face, revealing his handsome true face.

"Who are you?! I have no grievances with you! Why do you want to do this to me?! ”

"And Kunihiko Kagawa."

The next second, the man pulled the trigger-

Bang!

"Tell me my name when you go to hell."

After standing up with a blank face, he walked to the side and picked up the camera to take pictures of the scene, and Kunihiko Kazukawa, who looked at the content in the picture, a touch of contempt flowed from the corner of his mouth.

ps: The review is complete, and I have recovered~

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