Uehara Katsumi raised his eyebrows in disbelief, reached into his pocket and took out the box containing chewing gum, opened the lid, fiddled with two pieces at random, and threw them on the interrogation table——
He clapped his right palm with his left hand, and the two chewing gums spinning in his palm drew a perfect parabola in the air and flew into his mouth: "Okay, let's forget it."
"Miss Miwako Sato, what are you doing? Why are you just watching?"
Seeing that the man couldn't get through here, he was only left with a set of rose-red underwear, and even his short boots were forced to be taken off. Belmode stepped barefoot on the floor of the interrogation room and looked sideways at the man who had been standing by and watching.
The policewoman said, "Even if I really committed a crime, Katsumi Uehara's behavior should also violate the police code, right?"
"..."
Sato Miwako, who wanted to answer, saw her partner who also turned to look at her before she could say anything. After hesitating for a while, she bent down to pick up the pair of camel short boots and put them with the clothes on the table.
They hugged each other: "I'm sorry, Miss Chris, I'm just a police officer. He is a police officer and has a higher rank than me."
"?"
"I will write this matter in the report and leave it to my superiors, but now, here, he is the one who has the final say."
The left hand behind her back quietly raised her middle finger towards Katsuki Uehara. Miwako Sato, who showed no signs of any abnormality, nodded to Bermod, who had a look of astonishment in her eyes, and hugged her clothes and shoes.
Just walked out of the interrogation room——
In the huge room, there was only a tied up beautiful star and a policeman who was admiring her with an artistic eye.
"Thank you for Japan's workplace system where there is a clear distinction between superiors and subordinates. I love it."
Uehara Katsuki couldn't hide the smile with his middle finger in full view. He blew a bubble proudly and adjusted his sitting posture. He crossed his legs and tilted his head slightly to look at the expressionless Bermod: "Finally,
At least today I love it."
"You are really a Japanese policeman who broke my stereotype."
The woman glanced at the box of chewing gum on the table: "Are there any cigarettes?"
"Smoking less is not good for your health."
"So, is it the warmth card now?" Belmode, whose request was not met, sighed, and there was a trace of disappointment on his delicate face that I could only see in pity.
"No, it's just a piece of advice. The last person I knew who liked to smoke had lung cancer."
"Really? I don't know. Who is he?"
"Constantine."
Katsumi Uehara chewed gum: "John Constantine."
"...so who are you?"
Belmode looked at him funny: "Clark Kent? Or Bruce Wayne? It can't be Diana, right?"
"Don't tell me, I actually dreamed about Wonder Woman in my dream, and it was with Catwoman." The man's right index finger resting on the table kept tapping the table with a comfortable look: "Do you want to try it?
"
"If you can convince Miss Sato Miwako, I have no objection." Bellmode, who has experienced great storms, directly turned against the guest and even puffed out his chest symbolically.
The feeling of rippling blue waves completely occupied Katsuki Uehara's eyes for a moment.
"I have an opinion, and I'm afraid of death."
Katsuki Uehara sneered and tapped his index finger on the table: "How about this, Miss Chris, I won't ask you about the purpose of gin, you just need to tell me about one person, how about that?"
"who?"
"Oikawa Kunihiko."
The moment he said this name, Katsuki Uehara's eyes were firmly fixed on Belmod's face, and the latter was obviously stunned for about half a second——
"I see, is this your real purpose in getting rid of Sato Miwako?"
Bermod, who understood instantly, smiled: "Believe me, you don't want to know the truth."
"Then there's no need to talk?" Katsuki Uehara narrowed his eyes slightly and put the revolver on the table.
"Not really."
Belmode curled his lips: "Just like the Japanese Public Security Bureau sends undercover agents into the organization, our organization will also instigate rebellion and bribe members of the Japanese Public Security Bureau. Although those people are not high-ranking, they are still considered nails.
"One day, the organization's intelligence department received a message from the police insider who met daily, saying that an insider had entered the organization again. But we didn't gain anything at all at that time -
"Until Calvados accidentally saw this magazine in Italy because of a mission."
"…………"
"To be honest, the Japanese police have done a perfect job. The insiders we bought are not high-level, so we can't know the true identity of the undercover. If it weren't for that magazine, I'm afraid Oikawa Kunihiko... Oh, by the way, that's it.
I have to thank you."
Belmod raised his eyebrows and met the man's deep eyes without fear: "I just don't know if taking magazine photos is your idea or his?
"I think it was your idea. After all, you were short of money at the time. According to the data, you used this start-up capital to make a lot of money in the European Cup."
"Sounds like he was supposed to die...a horrible death?"
Uehara Katsuki was chewing gum and spinning the revolver. His voice sounded like he was sighing, which made Bermod very curious: "I thought you wanted to avenge him."
"With his character, he would be lucky if he didn't come back to kill me. You really think too much about revenge for him."
After spreading his hands, he stretched his waist in a comfortable manner, and the man shook his toes: "So, where is the real Miyano Shiho?"
"Who knows."
Belmode, who smelled something amiss almost instantly, stopped the explanation that was about to pour out of his mouth.
When it comes to Shirley, too much is said.
"...It seems like you really plan to sit here with me all day."
Seeing that the cliché didn't work, Katsuki Uehara bared his teeth and said, "I just don't know if your body can bear it."
"If it lasts a whole day, then I think you might end up in the hospital sooner." Belmode raised his head and said in a tone that was no weaker than the wind: "Also, I don't think you can last a whole day."
"You're picking-"
"Wait a minute, Counselor! Hey, Section Chief?! Wait a minute!!!"
Before Katsuki Uehara finished speaking, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open——
Miwako Sato's anxious voice clearly reached the man's ears as the door opened wide.
Counselor Uno Tadayoshi of the Criminal Department and Section 1 Chief Wada Saburo, who looked as embarrassed as Miwako Sato and Juzo Megure, appeared in front of Katsuki Uehara's sight.
"Since the other people are not qualified, then I, the counselor, come to ask for someone in person, am I qualified?"
With a gloomy face, Uno Tadayoshi turned his head and glanced at Saburo Wada who was following behind him and couldn't say a word. Then his eyes fell on Katsumi Uehara without even looking at Bermod: "Officer Uehara, I heard
You caught the criminal impersonating Miyano Shiho, right?"
"Counselor Uno..."
Uehara Katsuki frowned slightly and glanced behind him——
With helpless expressions, Megure Jusan and Sato Miwako were frantically making zipper seals and waving hand gestures at him, while the section chief, Wada Saburo, stood quietly beside Uno Tadayoshi with a low eyebrow.
It fits the image of a veteran who is about to retire, and has completely lost the power he showed when facing vodka.
"Officer Uehara, the police are looking for someone. I need to take the prisoner away for a secret examination. Is that okay?"
"…………"
I don't know what he thought of, but Uehara Katsuki turned to look at Bermod, who was smiling and making lip-syncs for him——
[Thank you for Japan’s workplace system with clear divisions between superiors and subordinates. I love it, my dear.]