"Heh!" Rei Furuya said, "The head of the Metropolitan Police Department is an elite member of the Gold Watch Division. We local detectives can't even dream of being his match!"
Jingran blinked as he listened to the two men's tone.
Then he asked Rei Furuya, "You're not working in the police force anymore?"
This reaction made Rei Furuya nod in satisfaction.
"I still prefer being a criminal investigator."
"Since the previous special mission was completed and my file was unfrozen, I applied for a transfer to the local police station..."
Jingran paused for a moment, then remembered someone.
Nagano Prefecture?
The hometown of Morofushi Takami, and also Morofushi Kagemitsu.
Rei Furuya nodded with a slight smile.
Mingzhi, however, snorted.
"You make it sound so noble..."
"Toyama, the person sitting in front of you is no ordinary detective, but the chief of the First Investigation Division of the Nagano Prefectural Police Headquarters!"
Reminded by this sentence, Jingran's eyes widened.
Then I remembered that Furuya Rei was also a member of the elite group.
The head of the First Investigation Division of a local police station is roughly equivalent to a police inspector.
He completed his undercover mission so brilliantly, yet he didn't receive a promotion upon his return; that's already considered conservative.
It seems that it's only a matter of time before he becomes a regional head like Hattori Heiji's father.
As he thought this, Jingran chuckled to himself.
"Noble is noble, but who says that noble people can't get promoted!"
Although I may not have much of a chance for promotion, it's still good to be happy that my good friend has a bright future.
Even his good brothers "over there"...
With a "thud," someone flicked my forehead.
Jingran subconsciously stared at Mingzhi, only to find that Furuya Rei calmly withdrew his hand.
“You’re right about one thing,” Rei Furuya said, turning to Akechi, “Every time I see this guy acting all silly, I can’t help but want to take him down.”
...
The lunch break passed in the blink of an eye, and before Jingran could ask all the questions she wanted to know, she had to go back to work.
Both were police officers, but the two guys, whose working hours were clearly more flexible, didn't try to stop him and watched him run out of the coffee shop as if his pants were on fire.
“So…” Mingzhi looked at the retreating figure and said in a low voice, “He never asked in the end…”
“You’ve always been this cowardly, haven’t you? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve known that.” Furuya Rei replied.
"Even Haibara-san asked about it..." Akechi sighed.
"And we even waited for that time-traveling lady to come back so we could talk to her..." Furuya Rei shook his head.
"You can only say that a husky is a husky."
"We can't count on him at all."
Mingzhi reached up and pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a sharp light.
"Then there's only one option..."
...
Just as he arrived at the police station, Jingran remembered Shanshan's time travel and became conflicted again.
Judging from the time, Shanshan should be back at school by now.
But suddenly I have so many things I want to ask her.
For example, whether Taro went with her, and who she met.
Many people have seen Taro's black cat image, and they are the ones who know "Yoichi Toyama".
What will they say to Shanshan?
Especially...
"Excuse me, sir..."
A voice rang out from behind Jingran, gentle and melodious, like spring petals, autumn clouds, and winter plum blossoms by a fireplace.
Jingran's heart pounded in her chest like a rollercoaster, gradually climbing higher and higher.
It took him a lot of effort to turn his head and see the tall young lady smiling at him.
Her hair had grown out again, without being permed, and it fell naturally over her shoulders.
She didn't wear makeup like Japanese girls; the sunlight shone on her natural skin, making it appear exceptionally clear.
Under Jingran's almost stunned gaze, she still tried to smile, but her eyes had already begun to glisten with tears.
"Is there... anything I can help you with?" After a long while, Jingran finally managed to speak, not even knowing what she was saying.
"Um, we usually call him 'comrade'..."
“Oh, officer,” Mingmei said readily, “my...my boyfriend...he’s missing…”
Jingran nodded: "So you want to report it to the police? Describe his physical characteristics, and we can..."
“No,” Mingmei replied quickly, “I don’t want to look for him anymore.”
ah?
What's going on?
Is this the correct answer? ...
"Well, he's got a boyfriend, you can't just throw him away like that?" Jingran coughed. "Do you want to reconsider?"
"I'm not considering it anymore, I don't want it," Mingmei said more resolutely, but a smile she couldn't suppress played at the corners of her mouth.
At the same time, a tear slid down her cheek.
How annoying, that person who made her cry!
Jingran nodded emphatically, "Yes, no! Let's find something better!"
What do you think of me?
"University graduate, stable job, moderate income, no bad habits..."
He originally intended to make a joke or lighten the mood, but as he spoke, his voice lowered.
This world... and the real me... it seems like I don't have anything to offer in terms of real skills!
No money, no property, no foresight from spoilers, and no connections with the Metropolitan Police Department or social elites.
He doesn't even have the financial means to open a coffee shop with his girlfriend.
“…Um, I…”
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