Chapter 29 The Four Heavenly Kings of the Three Elements
"Shit, it's fun to work overtime. How can it be fun to work overtime? The salary is just about the same."
Shaking the thermos cup unhappily, he glanced down at the wolfberries and red dates soaked in it. Uehara Katsumi, who was mumbling for a while, unceremoniously moved his buttocks and sat on Sato Miwako's seat.
The woman's lingering warmth has not yet completely faded away, and the man who can still smell the afterglow crossed his legs and shook his toes, pursed his lips and blew on the rim of the hot cup, took a satisfied sip, and chewed carefully.
The unforgettable sweetness lingered between his lips and teeth for a long time, and Katsuki Uehara, who was doing nothing, occasionally raised his eyes to look at the clock hands on the wall.
He had to keep the old curator out for a little longer.
"Sato, do you have——Uehara over there? Why is it you?"
Not long after, a figure hurriedly pushed in from outside the office area and went straight to Miwako Sato's workstation. However, she was obviously stunned when she saw that the person sitting here was not Miwako Sato, and her tone was difficult.
Hiding surprise.
Who in the entire three departments doesn’t know that the police department makes up for Hara Katsumi’s reputation for rarely working overtime.
According to common sense, at this time and point, he should not be seen in the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Obviously, I'm working overtime tonight." Katsuki Uehara, who was so bored that he started playing Snake to constantly refresh his personal records, raised his head, and the new personal record in the game was ended in an instant: "So, do you have anything to do with Miwako Takagi?
"
Takagi Wataru, along with Sato Miwako, Shiratori Rensaburo, and Chiba Kazanobu, are known as one of the four heavenly kings under the command of the Chief of the Investigation Department, Megure Juzosan.
He is honest and hard-working, and although he is not too shrewd, he is still capable enough to be called capable.
"Well...it's actually not a big deal."
Looking at the proud man of the professional group who entered the Metropolitan Police Department only a few months later than him, Wataru Takagi noticed that "the game is over" and didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only smile awkwardly and scratch the back of his head: "White."
Bird and Chiba couldn't get away for the time being, so I thought about asking Sato to help."
"Help? The serial killer who is led by Shiratori?"
Uehara Katsuki, who put down his cell phone and picked up the thermos cup, raised his eyebrows slightly, a little confused. Takagi Wataru, who had never expected to hear him ask this question, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes, that's right, it's this eucalyptus, Uehara, you are also paying attention
?"
"I haven't paid much attention to it. I just complained to me once before. What, is there another new death?"
"That's not true. So far, there are only 7 deceased people."
When talking about serious matters, Takagi Wataru's face was solemn: "The main reason is that the workload of investigating the social circles of these seven deceased people is a bit heavy now. Shiratori and Chiba have not slept a wink all day and night. The Megure Police Department brought back some Italians tonight
The robber was very busy, so he wanted to ask Sato about his time."
"Is this so..."
Understanding, Uehara Katsumi subconsciously put his feet on the table and pointed in the direction of the office door: "It's a pity that you are late. Sato was just brought home by her mother not long ago."
"..."
Takagi Wataru, who originally wanted to ask where Miwako Sato was, was obviously a little disappointed.
He now wants to ask Uehara Katsumi if he has time to help, but... he knows something about this man's character——
Being able to keep this man in the Metropolitan Police Department working overtime shows that he is also in trouble and there is a high probability that he will not be able to get out of school.
"Takagi, how's it going? Is Zuotou free to help tonight?"
After much deliberation, Takagi finally decided to leave before he could speak. The glass door of the three-series office area was pushed open.
The slightly swollen eye bags caused by not sleeping all day and night made the noble prince Shiratori Rensaburo, who always paid attention to his external image, look extremely haggard, as did the fat man who walked in behind him.
Takagi Wataru, who answered all questions, shook his head regretfully: "No, Miss Sato has gone home."
"Really, then there's nothing you can do - huh? Uehara?" Shiratori, who was holding his forehead with his hand, was just about to go back to his work station to relax for a while. When he saw the man sitting next to Takagi, he almost thought he was hallucinating.
"I'm not dreaming, am I actually seeing you in the Metropolitan Police Department at almost 11 o'clock at night?" Chiba Kazuhiro was also a little surprised and yawned, sleepiness covering almost every part of his plump body.
"What, the law stipulates that I can't work overtime?" Katsuki Uehara felt like an orangutan being watched in a zoo at this moment, and he raised his middle finger angrily.
Chiba Kazunobu, who had worked hard all day and night, smiled heartily, and his mental fatigue seemed to be relieved a lot by this smile.
"No, it can only be said to be rare."
Rensaburo Shiratori couldn't help but laugh, and he echoed, and Takagi, an honest man, just laughed along, but didn't add insult to injury.
"If you are so sleepy that you have hallucinations, then go home and sleep. The bags under your eyes are swollen like nothing and you are still enjoying yourself." Uehara Katsumi curled his lips and started to attack him personally, unable to refute.
"I would like to sleep, but the current situation is that seven people have died in a row. Even if I am sleepy, I can only sleep for a while." Shiratori Rensaburo sighed, casually pulled up a chair and sat down, his expression a little gloomy.
Chiba Kazunobu, who grinned when talking about love and wanted to shoot the murderer on the spot, patted his general's belly and continued helplessly: "Yes, from the surface, there is no intersection between the seven people who died, even
Since their occupations are all diverse, there is no pattern of murder among the prisoners at all."
"We have also looked through the previous files on serial murder cases, but we have not found anything similar to this case. Now we can only start with the occupation and three-level social circle of each deceased person." It is also a bit nerve-wracking.
Takagi Wataru also pulled up a colleague's chair and sat down, vomiting his bitterness.
The so-called three-level social circle is colleagues, relatives, and friends.
The workload of investigation and visits is not small and tiring.
"Such an exaggeration, what's going on with you guys?" Katsumi Uehara, holding a thermos cup, was a little surprised.
"The beginning was something that happened just before the end of your vacation. At that time, I thought it was just a simple murder."
Flicking up his unique Coral Sea hairstyle, Shiratori Rensaburo fell into memories: "That day I received the report and took people there. The first deceased was a doctor who was found dead in the fish tank in the apartment with blood.
The water was dyed red and the scene was very bloody.
"At that time, we found the metal card with [] written on it in the deceased's wallet, but we thought it was the deceased's own collection. But the next day, we received another report. The second person died in
The deceased in the fish tank appeared. His occupation was a hospital security guard. Of course, he also had a metal card in his wallet.
"Then the third one, the fourth one..."
Shiratori Rensaburo's tone became deeper and deeper, and the fists he clenched unconsciously showed that he was suppressing the anger igniting in his heart.
Seeing that something was wrong, Takagi Wataru immediately took over the conversation and patted his friend's hand to tell him not to get too excited: "Originally we thought it was aimed at hospitals, but the careers of those who died later were not comparable to doctors."
"To be precise, only the first two deceased people worked related to the hospital."
Chiba Kazunobu also looked solemn: "Doctors, hospital security guards, financial practitioners, horse breeders at racecourses, construction workers, power plant managers, truck drivers. Putting these professions together, we can't find any connection at all -"
"Eh? Why are you all here tonight? Why don't you go home so late?"
Chiba and Nobu were talking, but their words were suddenly interrupted by a voice of confusion. Several people looked at each other in surprise. Miwako Sato, holding a delivery lunch box bag, stood at the door of the office area, tilting her head slightly and looking at it in confusion.
There were four people sitting around their workstations, as if they were having a meeting.
"Ms. Sato? Weren't you taken home by your aunt?" Takagi Wataru was stunned for a moment, blurting out doubts that Uehara Katsumi didn't even have time to stop.
"ha?"
Miwako Sato, who understood instantly, immediately locked her eyes on Katsumi Uehara, who stood up quietly and tiptoed to take off.
"Um, I thought you just got a takeaway and took it home. After all, you've been down for such a long time..."
After laughing awkwardly, Katsuki Uehara hurriedly ran away: "That's it, I still have a murderer to deal with, you guys can talk slowly!"
"...Uehara, Katsumi!"
"Ouch, it hurts! Miwako! Miwa-chan! Miss Sato! Sato-senpai! Shiratori, you heartless people just watch!"