Shiratori Ren Saburo resigned himself to rolling up his sleeves, put the crystal ball in a small net pocket, and hung it directly on the running fan, watching the little octopus change from the original state of being a corpse to a state of starry eyes.

"Wow, bad guy, let me out!"

The little octopus's head stood up, and the eight tentacles began to wave wildly, and the original cute and cute appearance suddenly disappeared.

"Mochizuki Police Department?"

Shiratori Ren Saburo looked surprised, if he heard correctly, it seemed that a child's voice sounded from this room just now, could it be this gadget!

"You also heard it, then this task will be handed over to you, let it hang on it for two or three days, not even a minute."

Mochizuki pointed to the crystal ball, the little octopus had already made a vomit leaf shape, the tentacles kept patting around, and the eyes became weak.

Mochizuki grimaced at the little octopus, picked up the small notebook in his hand, and planned to go to the confinement room to see the excitement.

Speaking of which, since the last time they got together at Mr. Midorikawa's bar, these people deliberately avoided her, as if she was a plague god, and they didn't say that when they took her little paper figure.

"Guaranteed to get the job done."

Shiratori Ren Saburo looked at the little octopus that spat outside, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Only Officer Mochizuki could have come up with this way to fix this little thing, but this matter is not so easy to pass.

Shiratori Ren Saburo sighed, and honestly took out his mobile phone to report to the above, he still has a mission here, of course, he has always thought that both sides know it.

"What's going on now?"

The director of the White Horse Police Station had just arrived at the cafeteria and had not eaten two bites of rice when he received a report from Shiratori, and several people in the same group had the same expression.

"Right here."

Shiratori Ren Saburo pointed to the small octopus still hanging on the fan, this extraordinary species is extremely adaptable, and he was worried that there would be problems if he continued to turn like this.

Unexpectedly, the little octopus spit out two mouthfuls of saliva, and then returned to its original state of lying corpse, seeing that there was nothing at all like this, no wonder Mochizuki wanted to hang it for three days in one breath.

"Are you sure it just spoke?"

Zhuxing Dengzhifu knocked the crystal ball with his hand, and the cool touch was clearly visible, although the appearance was the same as an ordinary crystal ball, but it was very different when he really held it in his hand.

This thing changes its shape depending on the force, and holding it in your hand is like holding a water ball, and it is amazing that water can gather in your hand in such a form.

"Due to the suddenness of the incident, I didn't have time to record it, but I can swear with my badge that all the information just reported is accurate."

Shiratori put his hand on the police badge pinned to his chest, stood upright, and said with a serious face.

The director of the White Horse Police Department nodded, and was about to say something, when the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and several people were taken aback and looked back.

"Report, everything is ready."

The person who came in was not Mochizuki, but some heavily armed inspectors.

I have to say that in the study of the identity puzzle of Mochizuki, the brain circuits of the Metropolitan Police Department and the organization are the same, and both sides invariably put their hopes on scientific research, and the investment is quite large.

"Isn't that a bit too ostentatious?"

Shiratori Ren Saburo shrank in a small corner, watching the room full of people in white coats holding various instruments to start scanning the crystal ball, and even one wanted to knock off a little medium from it.

Please, although this thing looks like a sphere, but its essence is seawater, what the hell does the person who is holding the hammer in there think, and there are so many people, in case the Mochizuki Police Department returns, how will he explain.

"There's no way, so far we've only gotten some hair from the Mochizuki Police Department, and we can't confirm whether it's hers, so we can only use all the means on this thing, otherwise it's not easy to explain to the above!"

A white coat commanding a sign opened his mouth a little helplessly, he didn't want to do this, but the people who funded them were not easy to deal with at all, and they didn't gain anything at all, so he didn't dare to withdraw money these days.

Shiratori coughed violently, his hair still coming out of the trash can in his office.

Thinking about him as a dignified young master, when did he do such a trivial thing, but if he stayed here, it was estimated that there would be more ruinous things happening, and he felt a little tormented when he thought about it.

"Alright, you have five minutes left."

The Hakuba police director looked at the clock on the wall and reminded everyone present that Mochizuki would not stay in the confinement room for long, and it was time to come back after calculating the time, and a group of white coats suddenly became busy, and only the hum of the instrument was heard in the room.

"Shiratori, I'll leave the rest to you."

A group of people tried all kinds of methods, but except for taking a few photos, they still didn't have any substantive gains, and they could only put their hopes on the only member of the supernatural events department.

At the door of the confinement room, Mochizuki stood outside with a small notebook and watched the excitement, and there was only Kenji Hagiwara alone in the room.

The handsome little face that was originally attractive can no longer see its original appearance, and it seems that all the people who did it were greeted on his face, but judging from Mochizuki, this injury looks a bit serious, and in fact, there is nothing at all.

It's a little lively outside, Date Hang and Matsuda are there, Date Hang won't talk about it, the big brother of these people, his temper is also known for his calmness, although he looks a little angry, but it's more worried about his friends.

As for the curly hair on the side, it is simply a grumpy husky now, and the grinning appearance looks simply too interesting.

"Hey, what are you pulling him for, let go."

Mochizuki looked at the little policeman who was holding Matsuda to the side and beckoned him to let go.

"Officer Date?"

Wataru Takagi looked at his partner and master with some embarrassment, he had never seen such a young police department, but as soon as Officer Matsuda was released, he was definitely going to run in and beat people.

"Let go of him, Takagi. This is Officer Mochizuki, the person in charge of the supernatural incident handling department, if you encounter anything strange in the future, remember to go to her as soon as possible. ”

Date Hang pulled Takagi over, and Matsuda took off the sunglasses hanging on his face, and his face was also colorful, and it was obvious that the people in the room were not completely without resistance.

"My name is Wataru Takagi, please take care of me in the future!"

Wataru Takagi had a silly smile on his face, and one hand was touching the back of his head, looking a little unscrupulous.

"Did you ask anything useful?"

Mochizuki smiled and pointed to Kenji Hagiwara, who was sitting in the room and didn't speak.

"This idiot didn't find anything, he didn't even wear a blast suit and was there on the phone."

Matsuda began to grit his teeth again, who knows what his mood was when the explosion happened, and that guy even dared to fight back.

(End of chapter)