Chapter 6 The Natural Volume of the Wolf Burst Announcement
April 01.
It's the first day of April, April Fool's Day that some people are looking forward to, and it's also Yu Fujiwara's birthday.
It was bright in the morning, and the curtains in the bedroom were pushed open by the wind, allowing sunlight to shine into the dim room. Wearing a dark gray pajama suit, Fujiwara Yu stood up and sat on the edge of the bed without making any next move, his forehead
There was obvious light sweating, and it could be seen that he had just had an unpleasant dream.
He dragged his tired body to the cloakroom nearby, took out some sports-friendly clothes and put them on, then came to the back room on the second floor. This was the gym that his father had prepared for himself. Even though the equipment was the most advanced,
But in his eyes they are all outdated.
After self-disciplined jogging on the treadmill for half an hour, I went downstairs to the kyu dojo for morning Iaido training.
After nearly two hours of training, the dirty clothes soaked in sweat were put into the drum washing machine.
Taking advantage of the time to wash clothes, he took a cold shower, then walked into the cloakroom again and stared at the clothes in the closet.
Fujiwara Yu took his left hand out of his pants pocket, and his slender fingers moved flexibly to make a five-yen coin roll over. This was something he liked to do when he was thinking.
Just as his fingers become more flexible, his brain will speed up.
"For the interview, it's better to wear more formal clothes."
It is standard for a man who lives alone to talk to himself and ask questions. He has learned the essence.
Wearing a simple combination of a shirt and an orthodox suit, Fujiwara Yu looked at himself in the mirror and felt like he was back at Toto University's graduation ceremony last September.
He stretched out his hand to tie the dark blue tie. When passing by the bathroom, he didn't forget to use the power of the wind to take out the washed clothes from the washing machine and put them into the dryer. He walked to the kitchen and opened the cabinets, which were full of different flavors.
of instant cup noodles.
What flavor of cup noodles should he eat today? This is his most troubled question every day.
We've long since grown tired of convenience store sandwiches, and in 1996, convenience stores didn't have anything delicious at all.
Human beings are working hard to develop technology, and people in busy metropolitan areas don't care about optimizing three meals a day. They only want to free up more time to work - simplify things.
Fujiwara Yu closed his eyes and took out a bucket. He took a closer look and found that it was the same item as the lunch the day before yesterday. Choosing to accept his fate, he skillfully started boiling water to make instant noodles. In less than ten minutes, he successfully solved the problem of food and clothing.
The weather forecast on the morning news already indicated that it would not rain. After having breakfast, Fujiwara Yuu sorted the garbage, took out the clothes from the dryer and hung them indoors, and rushed to the interview location.
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The Japan Metropolitan Police Department is located at No. 1, Yoneka-cho 2-1, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo. It has convenient transportation and is the police department responsible for public security in Tokyo. It is also known as "Sakurada Gate".
Fujiwara Yu, who has never committed a crime or experienced a criminal case, naturally came here for the first time. He looked up at the tall building of the Metropolitan Police Department and thought that his father also worked in a place like this, and he felt an inexplicable respect in his heart.
He bowed politely to the guard at the door and took out the interview notice from his bag.
"Hello, I'm here for an interview."
After the security guard confirmed that the ID photo on the interview notice matched his personal information, he pointed to the glass door above the stairs with a friendly smile and answered:
"The interview is in the lounge on the first floor. When you enter the door and turn left, you can see the queue."
"OK, thanks."
I had never been to the Metropolitan Police Department in my previous life, so I naturally had no idea what the furnishings inside were like.
But in Fujiwara Yu's imagination, he always felt that the busy police officers would not have time to take care of their appearance, so he simply thought that the internal environment of the Metropolitan Police Department should be quite bad, such as cigarette butts on the floor, and male detectives who would
There was a smell of cigarette smoke.
But when he walked into the lobby on the first floor of the Metropolitan Police Department, he realized that his impression of the police was too stereotyped.
There are no cigarette butts on the off-white tile floor, only the shoe footprints left behind by the logistics department staff who failed to dry them in time after mopping the floor.
The male and female criminal policemen in police uniforms or professional suits did not smell bad. Only a few of them had messy hair. But judging from their bloodshot eyes - they probably had no time to rest after the all-night surveillance and returned directly.
Hall report.
Fujiwara Yu put away his scrutinizing eyes and walked to the back of the team to stand. Two boys of similar age to him were chatting in front of him. From the conversation, it can be concluded that the relationship between the two is very close and they spend a lot of time together.
More than five years.
"Next person, please come in."
After half an hour of queuing, it was finally the turn of the boy with natural curly hair in front of me to go for the interview.
Standing at the door waiting, Fujiwara Yuu was drowsy. The sleepiness that had not come last night actually came to his mind at the critical moment. He reached out and pinched the flesh of his waist to cheer himself up.
But what cheered him up was not the pain in his waist, but the words of the boy with natural curly hair inside the door.
——"Reason? Oh, the reason why I want to become a policeman is to beat up the boss of the Metropolitan Police Department! Mr. Interviewer, why are you looking at me like this? I need to repeat it a second time.
?"
Fujiwara Yu almost wondered if his hearing was impaired. Is this really not an auditory hallucination? No, this natural volume was probably not cured in the late stage of Chuunibyou, so he ran out and ran wild.
The young man with medium-long hair who had completed the interview and received the admission letter directly covered his face. He wanted to distance himself from the guy inside who threatened to beat the police director.
"...Xiao Zhenping, I didn't expect you to actually say it."
The young man with medium-long hair sighed helplessly. Although he was worried that he would fail the interview if he said such words, he felt that saying these words was very consistent with his young tame style.
A few minutes later, the boy with natural curly hair walked out of it with his hands in his pockets. Seeing this, he quickly stepped forward and asked:
"Xiao Zhenping, can't you..."
"Idiot, of course I passed."
The boy with natural curly hair took out the admission notice that he had folded into tofu pieces, shook it in front of him and stuffed it back, not keeping it as carefully as the others.
Fujiwara Yu frowned and watched the two people leave before pushing the door in at the urging of the interviewer.
He obviously didn't understand why the guy who wanted to beat up the police chief wanted to become a police officer, nor did he understand how someone who said such things could pass the interview. Could it be that his background in natural science papers was very powerful?
It has to be said that this boy with natural curly hair, who is called "Little Jinpei", has been blacklisted by Fujiwara Yuu as "I hope he is not a classmate".
"Take a seat and introduce yourself."
Fujiwara Yu sat upright on the folding chair with his back straight, his hands flat on his knees, and spoke clearly:
"My name is Fujiwara Yu. I am 20 years old. I graduated from Toto University with a major in psychology. I have only one family member, my father, and my mother passed away due to illness three years ago."
When the interviewer heard the words "Fujiwara Yu", he knew that the boy in front of him was the first one selected by the senior management to be directly admitted. Speaking of which, the other person who was tied for first place was named Furitani.
Thinking that the child in front of me was only twenty years old this year, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the Metropolitan Police Department is deeply involved.