A new day begins.

It's another ordinary day watching Amuro Toru work, the only thing that's a little different from before is that this time Izawa has more paper and pen in his hand. Toru Amuro entrusted Izawa with the daunting task of writing a report.

So, when Amuro was working in a restaurant, Izawa, who was squatting in the corner, was writing a report; When Toru Amuro was working at a convenience store, Izawa was still writing a report opposite; While Goodnight Room was working at a bar, Izawa was writing a report under the colored lights.

All in all, Ize's day was spent peacefully writing reports.

“······ Speaking of which, Izawa、" On the way to drive Izawa home, Toru Amuro asked Izawa while driving seriously, "Have you been writing for a day, how many copies have you finished?" ”

Izawa glanced at the briefcase in his hand, "I've finished writing three copies, and the fourth is at the beginning." ”

"After dinner, you can give me the copies you have written, and I will drive to the office later."

That's right, these reports are actually reports of cases that Amuro has participated in, although serious reports are available on Officer Muro's side, but Amuro Toru who participated in the case also has to submit a case report to the public security side.

Although it was said that it was to give Amuro Toru a beautiful resume after returning to the police station, Izawa always felt that something was strange.

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After eating a dinner full of colors and flavors made by Amuro, Izawa handed Amuro the fruits of his day's hard work, three reports.

He checked it carefully before eating, and there were no typos!

Now he just had to sit and wait for Mr. Amuro's compliment.

I don't know if Mr. Amuro will say, "Well done, Izawa." "Still, the report is well written, Izawa." But no matter which one is good, this is the first time he has used the technique of how to write a case report that he learned at the police academy.

He originally thought that he would not use these official techniques in his life.

Here, Amuro picked up the first report that Izawa handed him and looked at it carefully.

After a short while, he put the report aside and started looking at the second one, and after a few seconds, he put down the second one and started looking at the third.

Finally, he put the three reports together and looked cautiously at Izawa's face that clearly begged for praise.

“······ Well written, keep up the good work! Amuro struggled to control his expression and give a compliment.

After leaving Izawa's house, Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief, and he began to revise the report written by Izawa, trying to change the note written by Izawa to the police, and then changing many underworld words into normal words, and crossing out the sentence is not very useful, it is all the words deduced by the detective, and it is euphemistically changed to the Metropolitan Police Department to dispatch the police quickly, and the police officer believes in the detective very much.

Looking at the unrecognizable report in his hand, he sent it to Kazami Yuya with a fax machine, hoping that Kazami, who entered it into the computer, should not see any traces of his change.

Then he worked tirelessly to revise the next report.

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On the other side, Ize, who was really happily playing with 'vodka', finally couldn't suppress the good mood he had just been praised, "Vodka, do you consider coming to Bourbon for the test?" ”

Gin playing games with a mobile phone on the phone: "······"

Vodka watching the battle behind Gin: "······?!! ”

In fact, he didn't want vodka to come, but just wanted to show off Ize: "Bo himself is super nice! ”

And behind the 'vodka', the real vodka desperately wants Izawa to shut up.

Izawa, who didn't hear the sound of vodka, continued to make persistent efforts: "Although I admire my big brother very much, but Bourbon will praise people!" I won't have a cold face, and Bourbon will make me a bento. ”

But he waited for a long time for Vodka to reply, and finally waited for the 'Vodka' game to go offline.

Although he felt that something was wrong, he was immersed in joy and quickly went to wash up and fell into a sweet dream.

On the other side, Vodka shuddered and picked up the phone that had been thrown to the ground by Gin in the midst of Gin's death gaze.

His last conscience was to pray for Tennessee in his heart.

He couldn't help the rest.

As for telling Tennessee that it was the big brother who just played a game with him?

Don't say that his mobile phone was dropped by his eldest brother, even if he didn't drop it, he wouldn't dare.

At this moment, a bourbon, who was working hard to change the report, didn't know that he was remembered by Gin again.