"Okay, take care."

Fujiwara Yuu watched the old woman walk away, sighing. He'd lied enough today. Just as he was about to put on his motorcycle helmet and head to Takahashi Midori's house to investigate, he felt a tug at the corner of his clothes. Puzzled, he glanced down and saw a freckled little boy, about five or six years old.

He put the helmet on the motorcycle, squatted down, looked at the freckled boy and asked:

"Little friend, do you have something to ask me?"

"Brother, you are a policeman, right?"

"Yeah, can't you find your way home?"

The freckled boy shook his head, frowning like a grown-up, and said dissatisfiedly:

"No, police brother, I want to tell you that there are bad guys around here bullying my friends!"

"Your friend?"

"Well! At first I thought they didn't want to play with me anymore, but one day I found Xiaobai covered with wounds. After sending him to the pet hospital, the doctor said there was no hope... Policeman, can you catch the bad guy who bullied my friend?" The freckled boy looked seriously at the older brother in front of him and said sincerely.

Originally he thought that friends referred to humans, but after hearing the name "Xiaobai", Fujiwara Yu knew that the friends the freckled boy was talking about were stray cats. However, this incident also confirmed his speculation: the murderer should live near the two victims, and the fact that he practiced dismembering the stray cats nearby was the best proof.

"Brother promises you that he will catch the bad guys."

"Well, I believe in my brother!"

"Then you need me... It seems that you don't need me to take you back. Your family is here to look for you."

Fujiwara Yu noticed a girl who looked about 60% similar to the freckled boy and hurried over. The girl looked at her brother helplessly, hands on her waist, and said:

"Guang Yan, why are you running around again? I've been looking for you for a long time! Didn't mom tell us yesterday that we were going back to Tokyo today? Have you packed your things?"

"I sorted it out last night. I'm leaving now, police officer. I'll leave the bad guys to you!"

"Well, go back quickly."

After watching the two leave, Fujiwara Yuu picked up a motorcycle helmet and put it on. He then sat astride the motorcycle and reminded Hattori Heiji who was sitting in the back seat:

"Hold on tight."

"Brother Yingsi, was I just ignored by that brat?"

"It proves he's smart enough to know you're not a police officer."

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