Hajime-chan thought, her mouth stuffed full of grilled scallops.
Yusaku Kudo, who was standing in a corner of the hall and talking quietly with a middle-aged man, suddenly brightened up and raised his hand to greet him.
"Mr. Toyama, let me introduce you to my old friend..."
"Hey, Yusaku!" The unremarkable-looking middle-aged man, whose clothes didn't seem to indicate he was attending a party, lowered his voice and waved his hands repeatedly, "Isn't this the wrong time?"
Yusaku Kudo chuckled and patted him on the shoulder a few times.
"What are you afraid of! Mr. Toyama won't tell your boss!"
“Mr. Kudo, please don’t be so polite.” Yoruichi Toyama smiled and bowed slightly. “Just call me Toyama.”
Kudo Yusaku smiled and nodded as if he were addressing a beloved junior, then pulled the middle-aged man who was about to hide behind a pillar.
"This is Tadaaki Murakami, my classmate and close friend from university, and also the chief engineer of the 'cocoon' project."
"As for the fact that he came to catch up with me the night before the presentation instead of fixing the bug overnight..."
Yoichi Toyama burst out laughing.
“I understand, I understand…” he nodded repeatedly and said, “Bugs are something that are constantly being fixed and updated, so it’s more effective to kill a programmer as a sacrifice.”
“Oh, right,” he said, looking at Tadaaki Mura as if suddenly realizing something, “Speaking of which, that computer genius boy who was all over the news back then, Hiroki Sawada, I remember him as…”
Upon hearing that name, the village trembled as if waking from a dream, and looked at Yoruichi Toyama a few more times.
He then smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, the Hiroki Sawada you mentioned is my son. He took his mother's surname after my divorce..."
Kudo Yusaku was naturally aware of these inside stories, including Hiroki's suicide two years prior.
But because Toyama Yoru immediately reopened his old friend's wounds, he glanced at her with slight dissatisfaction.
"Forget it, let's not talk about those things..." Cun said with a low voice, then forced a smile.
"The 'cocoon' will be open for trial tomorrow, so if you find any problems, please let me know in time, Mr. Toyama!"
"Of course."
Yoruichi Toyama acted as if she hadn't seen Yusaku Kudo's warning look, and just chuckled as she answered.
"However, I believe that Mr. Mura's project is quite perfect."
They exchanged polite words, but the atmosphere gradually eased.
The village smiled and nodded, and even shook hands with Yoruichi Toyama to show that he valued the blessing.
"I'll go back and kill a programmer as a sacrifice," he said seriously.
...
At first, no one noticed when one or two guests in the banquet hall hurriedly went to a corner to answer their phone calls.
In a lobby that can accommodate hundreds of guests, people are always walking around or going to the restroom.
So when several people walked out one after another, no one paid any attention.
After an unknown amount of time, when some business owners with close ties to the political world decided to try to build connections with people in the police force, they looked around the hall and found that everyone from the Superintendent General of Police to those young elite officers had disappeared.
"Could something have happened?" someone muttered.
However, before this voice could spread, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Superintendent General Hakuba, Deputy Superintendent General Morohoshi, and Osaka Prefectural Police Chief Hattori walked in together.
The three men, whose combined age exceeds 140, laughed heartily, as if they were talking about something fun. When they got excited, they even punched each other on the shoulder.
Hakuba and Hattori are one thing, although I haven't heard that they get along very well, but at least they live far enough apart that there haven't been any rumors of them having any disagreements.
But anyone with even a little bit of inside information probably knows that the Superintendent General and Deputy Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department are not really friends, right?
What could possibly make these three get along so well?
Everyone couldn't help but curiously crowd around, asking questions one after another.
The atmosphere in the hall became lively again.
As for Hakuba Saguru, the son of Superintendent General Hakuba, and Hattori Heiji, the son of Chief Hattori, they are just underage children in this situation and will not receive much attention.
No one asked about their whereabouts.
...
"Distant mountains, why?"
In the temporarily requisitioned office, several senior officials had already left. After returning to the lobby to reassure everyone, Mingzhi immediately raised this question.
"If you want to call the police, can't you just tell me directly?"
Why call 110 to the Okinawa Prefectural Police?
Because if you want to take action, you also need to mobilize the county police, right?
Inspector Shiratori, sitting to the side, thought silently.
He didn't call the police on me, did he? See, I don't mind.
Of course, it's not my place to mind...
However, this idea was clearly not accepted by Hakuba Saguru and Hattori Heiji.
Although neither of them spoke, the way they looked at Yoruichi clearly conveyed the same question that Akechi had.
She was even a little annoyed.
It's like your friend feels you're unreliable and needs to seek help elsewhere.
Knowing that this question would come up, Yoruichi Toyama shrugged and chuckled under the intense gazes of the three.
"Just pretend I was in a panic and didn't think of it..."
"When a normal person hears that kind of news, their first reaction would be to call 110 (the police emergency number), right?"
No, it's not!
This time, all four police personnel present thought the same thing.
According to Yoruichi Toyama, when he left the banquet hall and went to the restroom, he overheard people having a secret conversation in a corner of the corridor.
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