Fujiwara Yu walked forward with his arms folded in front of his chest. After hearing this, he complained in his heart: I'm so sorry, I haven't even been to the Tottori Prefecture Police School... It was that old fox Izumitani Toru who deliberately chose a local police school to falsify the case in order to rationalize the case.

As he opened the hotel room door, he replied with the words he had prepared long ago:

"I knew a friend who was at the Tottori Prefectural Police Academy, so I went there. As for police academy life, I don't remember much anymore. It was a little more tiring than when you were in school, and the instructors were a little stricter."

"How could you have no impression? Don't you have any friends in the police academy, Brother Takashi? That's not right, aren't you going to the police academy with people you know?" Hattori Heiji raised his eyebrows in confusion. He was quite yearning for the police academy, so he was curious about what was going on inside. He had heard from Officer Otaki that two homicides had occurred in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Academy in the past few years, and it was said that the murders were solved by students in the police academy.

Fujiwara Yuu didn't want to recall his time at the police academy. Those memories were too good to be touched upon easily. He wasn't good at lying, and if he told too many lies, they would be exposed. It was safer to say less.

He opened the closet, took out the bedding and threw it on the tatami, and said in a stiff tone:

"Dead."

"ah?"

"My friend from the same school as me died."

Hattori Heiji was stunned when he heard this. He realized that he had said the wrong thing and was a little overwhelmed. He could only touch the tip of his nose and smiled awkwardly:

"Ah...Brother Yingsi, I suddenly remembered that guy He Ye asked me to come over. I'll go take a look and come back soon. Remember to leave the door open for me!"

"Um."

Fujiwara Yu looked indifferently at Hattori Heiji who slipped away in panic. After he carefully made the bedding, he felt that what he had just said was a bit unlucky - they shouldn't be cursed to death by these words.

But the plans he made never worked, so it was okay.

He sat beside the quilt with his head lowered, his fingertips buried in his hair, keeping his head covered.

After being mentioned by this kid, I actually miss my ordinary life in the past.

He hasn't really relaxed since graduating from the police academy.

This road is too difficult to walk on. I really don’t know how those two guys managed to survive in such a place.