The old man standing there opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to argue something. Unfortunately, he couldn't say anything in the end. He could only watch the figure who didn't want to have anything to do with him go away.
.
For a long time, he put his hands behind his back and sighed, but then he smiled.
In a sense, what Uehara Katsumi said is not wrong. He is a policeman, and all he can do is arrest, interrogate and kill people.
"We are lucky to have met a good policeman."
Looking around at the exquisite works of art that looked like his own children, Director Ochiai murmured in a low voice.
If it weren't for Katsumi Uehara, he would probably still be rehearsing his murder plan at this moment, instead of standing in the sunshine with the museum openly and openly.
He thought so from the bottom of his heart.
As for why he acquiesced in disguise that the armor and swords that night were a practice for killing people... Since Uehara Katsumi had guessed it, he naturally had to show his sincerity and prove that he had really given up the idea of killing people.
Mihua Central Hospital, canteen.
Aso Minoru, who was eating lunch alone here, was wearing headphones, holding a book in his hand and sitting by the window, chewing slowly. The title of the book bathed in the warm sunshine was particularly eye-catching——
"Those who save themselves will be saved by God"
On the cover, there are people sinking into the quagmire and surrendering, others struggling to get out of the quagmire with the help of others, and still others being submerged in the black mud while praying to the sky with their hands clasped together;
In the earphones was a new song by the big star Okino Yoko, who had been thrust into the spotlight not long ago because she was blamed for her ex-boyfriend's suicide.
Good to hear.
A blow that would affect an ordinary artist's career did not break this stubborn, optimistic and positive female idol, and her voice is as pleasant as ever.
Katsumi Uehara, who was driving, listened and began to move his fingers to the rhythm.
It has to be said that Okino Yoko is so popular for her own reasons. At least she is not a vase. It is no wonder that Mouri Kogoro, a salty uncle, is so obsessed with her.
After returning to the Metropolitan Police Department, Katsuki Uehara bought some bread and juice at the convenience store across the street, while flipping through the new emails in the mailbox on his mobile phone, he opened the bread package and took a bite.
Um……
Besides advertising, it is still advertising, which is somewhat outrageous.
Katsumi Uehara walked out of the elevator after manually deleting each letter, and returned to the third department office area with his lunch.
"Hey, this is what you want for lunch, Uehara?"
"I work overtime and don't have time to eat something good."
"You work overtime?"
"Go, go, be careful I put on your little shoes."
Saying goodbye to the surprised inspection chiefs, Uehara Katsumi, who was sitting at his workstation with his legs crossed, unscrewed the cap of the juice bottle, raised his head and took a few sips. From the corner of his eye, he happened to catch a glimpse of several police officers commanding him.
Miwako Sato who works as a member——
"The results of these call records must be given to me before nine o'clock tonight, do you understand?"
Several police officers who received the assignment saluted in unison: "Understood!"
Pouting her slightly dry lips with her tongue, Miwako Sato turned around and picked up the cup on the table to drink water when she turned to meet Katsumi Uehara's eyes.
"You're back? How's it going at the District Prosecutor's Office?" Miwako Sato was obviously a little surprised to see Katsumi Uehara come back so soon.
"I had a cordial and friendly exchange with the drug dealers, and they all said they would complain to the judge about my performance on Valentine's Day, which they couldn't stand."
Uehara Katsuki raised the half-eaten butter bread in his hand, and then took another bite: "Sato, do you think I am too charming, which makes those people unable to control themselves?"
"To be able to say something like this, it's obvious that your charm is far beyond the imagination of those drug dealers." Miwako Sato leaned on the edge of the workstation and tore open the toast slice packaging bag, took out a piece of it and put it into her mouth, with a slurred mouth.
affirmed.
"I just thought you were complimenting me. How about it? Did the bomber make any progress?"
"I followed Ikeda's instructions and captured several of his subordinates. At that time, they were preparing to hide to avoid the limelight. Then, we obtained a large number of call records."
Miwako Sato took a sip of water, patted her chest, and said with a breath: "According to the explanation, there is indeed a mysterious person doing bomb trading with them."
"Looks like you're going to get pregnant soon."
Youya sat on the chair and leaned back. Katsuki Uehara, who subconsciously shook his legs, wiped his lips: "What did the Megure Police Department say?"
"I haven't had time to report to him yet. It is said that the report was received more than an hour ago. He led the team to the scene of the accident. He hasn't come back yet. He probably has to wait until the evening to close the team."
"Yes, it's Valentine's Day after all, I understand."
"What does Valentine's Day have to do with murder?" Miwako Sato blinked, not quite understanding the man's brain circuit.
"It's a big deal. Love murder is one of the most common types of crimes in the world. If you meet a violent judge, you might be able to set off fireworks for you——"
boom!!!
An explosion under the sky in the distance, like muffled thunder spread by the wind, interrupted Katsuki Uehara's teasing. The latter turned his head slightly stiffly and stared in disbelief at the small black dot with wisps of black smoke floating in the distance.
"what's the situation?!"
"What happened?!"
"Is it an explosion? It seems a bit far away, and the telescope can't see it clearly."
The police officers who were still in the office area gathered around the window in small groups and chatted. Miwako Sato and Katsuki Uehara looked at each other after they came back to their senses, and both saw solemnity and worry in each other's eyes.
"Sato, did the people you captured say what the mysterious man wanted to buy the bomb for?"
"No, they don't know anything about it."
After the brief conversation, the two people immediately put down the half-eaten butter bread and toast, picked up the landline phone receivers at their workstations, and dialed the internal communication number.
"Mika-cho 9-chome 23."
"The rescue team has set off and will arrive at its destination in about 7 minutes."
After asking about the division of labor in a very tacit understanding, the moment they hung up the phone, Miwako Sato and Katsumi Uehara looked at each other and said the results of their questions almost at the same time.
"It looks like the car parked at the hospital won't be able to come back today at noon." Katsumi Uehara, who put the uneaten bread and juice in a bag and held it in his hand, said hello.
"I hope your doctor friend won't charge me for parking." Miwako Sato, who was also carrying toast for lunch on the way, raised her legs and walked out.
"I think so."
The two people who quickly stepped into the elevator and went downstairs had a very clear purpose and headed straight to the parking lot.
The police siren sounded, and we ran through the red light.
"Police! Everyone retreat outside the cordon! Immediately!"