Chapter 105 Why do you want to be singled out when you can fight in groups
"Good morning, Sato."
"Morning, Tiansuo."
"Good morning, Uehara."
"Actually, it's not very early. You're almost late."
"...?"
"Ignore him. He probably had a nightmare last night, so he wasn't in a good mood when he got up today."
Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, next to the elevator.
Miwako Sato, who was wearing a blue-purple suit with a hip skirt, smiled and glanced at her partner, who was drinking coffee by herself, with a hint of teasing at the tip of her eyebrows.
"Ah, it's a nightmare. Now I'm just curious if someone has a nightmare after watching those things they shouldn't."
Taking a sip of the black coffee in the cup to refresh himself, Uehara Katsumi straightened his tie, then turned his head to look at her: "Or does she just like this one?"
"How should I put it? Human aesthetics has its limits."
Throwing the black coffee cup in her hand into the trash can, Miwako Sato turned to look at her with a half-smile: "I don't think she likes aliens."
"It's hard to say this. After all, people can't make generalizations about it."
"Indeed, it seems that not everyone can be called the "Beautiful Boy Once in a Century".
"..."
"Hmm, isn't it?"
Miwako Sato, who followed the crowd into the elevator, put her hands in her pockets and raised her eyebrows at her partner who was speechless and choked. The smile in her eyes was no longer concealed at all.
"First of all, I need to correct something: that title is just a promotional tool for the magazine. Didn't you see that the models who appeared on those pages with me all have titles under their names?
"Secondly, well there is no second, that thing is really just a propaganda tool."
The elevator door opened, and Uehara Katsumi, who was sipping black coffee, walked out and tried to persuade his partner: "I was only 17 years old at the time, and I wanted to make some quick money, and the only path in front of me at that time was being a model, you know
What do I mean?"
"I understand, of course I understand. I fully understand and support the decision you made at that time. This is very difficult and not easy for a 17-year-old child."
At the gate of the three-department office area, Miwako Sato stood still and stretched out her hand to pull the man's slightly messy and loose tie. She smoothed it for him with a smile, raised her head and leaned close to his ear and whispered: "I won't tell anyone.
Yes, don’t worry, after all, you are a handsome young man who wants to save face."
It was like a devil's whisper, scratching Katsumi Uehara like a cat's claws.
"Did that bastard Go Sumii tell you? That magazine is the one he has hidden in his hand."
"You told me this yourself."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, it is impossible for me to betray myself."
"I suggest you drink less wine next time, be good." Miwako Sato loosened the man's tie, turned around with a smile and pushed open the door of the third department office area, leaving Katsuki Uehara alone to perform a Sichuan Opera face change outside the glass door.
Damn it, crack down on pornography!
We need to crack down on pornography!
He now suspects that his old friend's part-time karaoke joint is an illegal service and needs to go and clean it up.
Katsuki Uehara, who was emitting low pressure early in the morning, immediately caused no one within fifty centimeters to dare to approach him. His face was so dark that it seriously made people wonder if a thief had stolen his wallet.
"Sato, what's wrong with him? Is there something wrong with the hospital examination results?" Shiratori Rensaburo, who was passing by his work station with documents in his arms, saw this and couldn't help but knock on Sato, who had been arriving at the Metropolitan Police Department at the same time as Uehara Katsumi every morning recently.
Meihe sub-station.
"The hospital examination showed that he was healthy, so he had to come to work and was not in a good mood."
Miwako Sato, who was peeling an orange, had a smile on her face that Shiratori Rensaburo couldn't understand, and reminded her kindly.
Takagi and Chiba, who were also passing by and wanted to say hello as usual, looked at each other after seeing Katsumi Uehara's expression that didn't seem like they could talk to each other, and they both saw the gossip in their eyes.
It's a pity that no one can answer it for them.
"Brother Uehara, you--huh? What's wrong with you?" Megure Thirteen, who was wearing an orange windbreaker the whole time in the police station, saw this and immediately started to inquire about his status.
This is a treasure.
"Report to the police department. I'm wondering whether illegal business operations should be under our control."
"???"
"Forget it, pretend I didn't tell you, police department, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Police Inspector Odagiri is coming over later and wants to see you by name. I think you'd better prepare in advance."
Megure Thirteen gave an answer that surprised Katsumi Uehara.
Chief of Police Odagiri, who can be called so by Megure Thirteen in the Metropolitan Police Department, is also the head of the Criminal Division of the Metropolitan Police Department: Toshiro Odagiri.
"He wants to see me? Didn't I already meet him after I was discharged from the hospital?"
Megure Thirteen patted his subordinates on the shoulder happily, and encouraged: "This is not clear, but it should be a good thing. Take control of it yourself, brother Uehara."
Katsuki Uehara blinked and stood there watching the happy Megure Thirteen leave.
"Looking for you from above?"
Miwako Sato, holding a glass of water, came over and asked curiously.
"If nothing else, it should be."
Katsuki Uehara glanced at her: "I'll say more bad things about you later."
"He won't believe it. My father used to be his subordinate."
"Guan Hu is amazing, isn't it?"
"Eat an orange?"
Miwako Sato hilariously handed over a piece of orange, and Katsumi Uehara opened her mouth and swallowed it.
"Aren't you afraid of dying of acidity?"
"Is it sour? It's not sour at all."
The distorted facial features made the man's words very unconvincing.
"Seriously Uehara, I'm really curious now, has this magazine ever praised anyone? Your style is too indescribable. Can you tell me about it?"
"I was told a fart, and as far as I know, there wasn't even a hair on it, and in the end I collapsed."
Katsuki Uehara curled his lips disdainfully and sneered at his former employer who had made him money: "Besides, I don't know about the others, but Noriko Nagayama and Kunihiko Oikawa are not famous at all."
"Nagayama Noriko? Oikawa Kunihiko? Who are they?" Miwako Sato leaned on the fence of her partner's workstation with her arms and gossiped.
"The man and woman who appear with me in the pages you are reading are their real names."
Uehara Katsumi, who was lying down on the chair, said with a bit of sadness in his tone: "Nagayama Noriko, I heard from a friend that she seemed to have signed a contract with a not-so-good firm, and finally terminated the contract and became a waitress."
Miwako Sato suddenly looked at him strangely.
Katsuki Uehara rolled his eyes: "What a friend."
"What about the boy named Oikawa Kunihiko?"
"Who knows, he was selected by the police to carry out the mission. He may have died outside. Anyway, there is no news."
"What? Wait a minute, say it again?" Miwako Sato frowned and said in a very puzzled tone: "He also entered the police academy?"
Katsuki Uehara spread his hands: "Otherwise, who do you think I hit with a sack before graduation?"
"...He is the number one in the police academy in your same period?"
"Anyway, I don't think he is number one. He has been sacked by me, so it doesn't count."
"..."
Uehara Katsumi's disdainful look made Miwako Sato narrow her eyes slightly: "Are you alone?"
"What age is it? Nowadays, we pay attention to teamwork."
Uehara Katsuki raised his neck and said confidently: "Why fight alone when you can fight in a group?"