"What happened? I think your face looked wrong just now."
After the meal, Miwako Sato, who was watching Shiratori leave, moved her shoulders and neck, turned her head and asked.
Katsuki Uehara opened the chewing gum box and randomly flew two pieces into his mouth, then handed the metal box to her: "Is it obvious?"
"What do you think?" Miwako Sato, who has gradually become accustomed to two pieces of chewing gum after meals, chewed the fragrance of mint and said indifferently.
"An idiot who has disappeared for a year sent me a package, and it was mailed directly to the Metropolitan Police Department. It's strange, I have broken off relations with him for a long time."
"I want to reconcile with you but I can't keep it open, so why don't we try it first to give each other a step forward?"
Miwako Sato, who heard the implication, walked side by side with the man toward the elevator entrance, and the memory in her mind quickly locked onto a name——
Oikawa Kunihiko.
Among the people Katsumi Uehara has spoken about, the adjective "disappeared for a year" has only been used by the man named Oikawa Kunihiko in the magazine.
The elevator door opened and the two of them walked in.
"There are no steps between me and him."
"Why? You didn't really hook up with his wife, did you?"
"I think it's a pity that he doesn't have a wife."
"???"
The grinning Katsuki Uehara didn't explain too much. After arriving at the floor where the third department was located, Miwako Sato walked out of the elevator.
Katsuki Uehara continued to take the elevator down to the next floor. When he arrived at the package storage desk, he showed his ID and received a small package the size of a flip phone.
The name Oikawa Kunihiko is indeed written in the sender column on the signed receipt.
"Murakami, did this package just arrive?"
"Yes, Uehara Police Department, what's wrong? Is there any problem?"
"No, it's nothing, thanks."
Uehara Katsumi smiled kindly at the staff, casually tore open the package and took out a... flip phone?
Um?
I wanted to turn on the phone, but after pressing the button for a long time, the screen still failed to light up.
"Is the battery out..."
Uehara Katsuki frowned as he felt doubtful, then put his cell phone in his pocket and took the elevator back to the third department office area.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
As a habitual fisherman, he always has removable battery panels in his drawer. When the battery is out of power, he can replace it with another battery panel, which is easy and convenient.
"Hey Uehara, did you buy a new phone?"
"Have you ever seen anyone with a new phone of this quality?"
After laughing and scolding the veterans who came up to him, Katsuki Uehara returned to his seat and opened the drawer. He took out the spare circuit board of his flip phone of the same model, removed the back cover and replaced it.
The moment the phone is turned on, the slight wear and tear on the screen is instantly obscured by the light.
After entering the main page, Katsuki Uehara bit the lower right flap of his lip, and quickly clicked into the mailbox with his finger——
Empty.
Thinking that there would be some hidden emails in his mailbox, he thought about Oikawa Kunihiko's privacy habits and tried for a long time, but he couldn't find anything 1kb in size.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind and Katsuki Uehara almost threw his phone away in shock——
"He sent you a mobile phone?"
Turning his head to look, Sato Miwako, who was leaning towards him with his hands behind his back, came into view immediately.
"I just came back from the bathroom and passed by here. I just saw you coming up."
Sato Miwako blinked, hesitated for a moment and said, "Did something happen?"
"I don't know, he sent me a mobile phone with nothing on it, whether it's an email address, software or - huh?"
Katsuki Uehara's voice paused as he turned over the memo.
Looking along his gaze, the only note in the memo on the mobile phone came into Miwako Sato's eyes——
【Kenji, help me.】
With a very humble request, Miwako Sato subconsciously moved her gaze back to her partner's face. The latter's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was obviously shocked by the contents of the memo.
"Uehara, I remember you said that he was the number one in the police academy, right?" Miwako Sato, who sensed something was wrong, was too lazy to pretend, and came closer to observe the mobile phone: "If there is no regular file, it is because he was picked up by the police.
Bian Ti left?"
"Tsk, your child is dead and you know he's breastfed, but you can't even say a nice word to ask me for help. How shameless." Katsuki Uehara's face quickly returned to normal and curled his lips: "I really think the status of a public security officer is so noble."
"..."
Miwako Sato gave him a strange look: "Could it be that he has been cornered?"
"You are desperate and still want to send something? Send it to the Metropolitan Police Department."
"Is there a possibility that he doesn't know your current address?"
"...I'm going to go down and ask about this package. Zuotou, please check the fingerprints on this phone first."
Putting the phone into his partner's hand, Uehara Katsumi spoke calmly.
Miwako Sato weighed the weight of the phone and said incredulously: "Want to help?"
"He is a police officer. If he has fallen into this situation, the less people know about it, the better. Don't worry, I will call you if anything happens."
Uehara Katsuki raised his right hand and waved it, and walked out of the third department gate without looking back.
Aipido-machi 7, 22nd.
This is the shipping address of this package. When confirming the sender of the package, he also glanced at the sender's address above.
The magenta EVO roared out of the Metropolitan Police Department parking lot. Katsumi Uehara stepped on the accelerator and didn't even bother to look at the traffic lights.
"Hello, Yumi? Yes, it's me, Miwako."
In the office area of the third department, after leaning against the window and seeing the dazzling magenta lightning, Miwako Sato called her best friend Yumi Miyamoto.
"Ah, Miwako, what's the matter?"
"There is a car accident in Uehara that needs to be dealt with. It may violate traffic rules. Please register his license plate number."
"OK, I understand, leave it to me."
"Thanks."
Miwako Sato hung up the phone with a pursed lips, glanced down at the silver-black flip phone in her hand, and as if she thought of something, she turned around and walked out of the third-series door, and took the elevator down to the first floor.
She rummaged through the trash cans filled with packages near the check-in desk and soon saw her target.
"I really don't want to waste any time..."
Youyou sighed, Miwako Sato shook her head, took it back to the third series, found a lighter and burned it completely.
…………………………………………
There is a very ordinary one-family small villa in the 22nd district of Cupido-machi 7.
Katsuki Uehara, who got off the car, looked around and was about to ring the doorbell when he found that the door to the villa was not closed and was ajar.
When you open the door and walk in, you will find that the courtyard is extremely quiet without any abnormalities, and you can clearly hear the friction of leather shoes on the cobblestones.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Shui Wulian, who was the first to notice the intrusion, was standing at the window edge, staring vaguely at the man who was looking at something in the courtyard, his brows furrowed.