Although Akai Shuichi could read lips, due to the distance and angle, he could only see one thing clearly - "So why did you agree to me at that time?"

This sentence describes "you" and "promise", which is obviously not something a person can say when talking to himself!

This action lasted for nearly ten minutes, and Liqueur's expression kept changing. He suddenly picked up a letter and tore it up, his expression becoming extremely gloomy.

Then he started to stare blankly again, and after nearly ten minutes, his expression suddenly relaxed!

At nearly four in the morning, this one-hour one-man show finally came to an end. Liqueur climbed out of the window and ran away.

Akai Shuichi: “…”

For the first time, the usually calm and reliable FBI agent began to doubt his life.

Is he really awake now? Isn't he watching a horror movie in a dream?

Akai Shuichi calmly put down the binoculars, and a feeling of tiredness and numbness came from his arms.

He suddenly thought of the series of people he met after joining the organization. No matter it was Gin who threatened people by stealing them at every turn, or Chianti who laughed for no reason during sniping, they all seemed to be abnormal.

So if liqueur is abnormal...it seems to be quite normal?!

It's just this level, not that deep.

100 million points.

Shuichi Akai turned around and went back to the room, picked up his phone and sent a message to Gin.

[Did lieur놋놇 take any medicine? What medicine did he take? —Zhu Xingda]

【? ——g】

Gin seemed to have raised many more questions today.

…

Because of the existence of the forum, Kamiya Tetsuya's sensitivity to the sense of "being watched" has almost become numb. He really didn't notice that there was a smart young man secretly watching him for an hour from a few hundred meters away, and he even watched him to the point of doubting his life.

He was in a barbecue restaurant at the moment, listening to the young man sitting opposite him complaining passionately.

"Kamiya, you don't know how busy Jinpei has been lately. We work together, but he disappears after work every day, and I don't know what he's busy with." Hagiwara Kenji was eating skewers with a beer in his left hand, and he said while eating, "When I asked him, he made up excuses to fool me. Is he looking for a girlfriend?"

Hagiwara Kenji looked depressed and quickly rejected the idea: "That's impossible. If he really wanted to find a girlfriend, he would have shown off in front of me a long time ago."

Kamiya Tetsuya: "...So what do you want to do with him?"

The friendless widower doesn't understand why they have to know each other's doings during work hours, not just face to face.

Hagiwara Kenji sighed, "It's not that I want to ask him to do anything, but that guy often keeps some bad things in his heart, and won't say anything unless others push him. I'm even afraid that he will reach a critical point one day and torture himself to death without saying a word."

Kamiya Tetsuya slowly pulled the mutton skewers onto the plate and ate them. He said, "Since Matsuda won't tell you, then you should take the initiative and check it yourself."

"That won't work either." Hagiwara Kenji sipped his wine gloomily. "If he's found out, he'll be angry with me."

If it were the previous one, Kenji Hagiwara would definitely dare to go straight up, but ever since he faced the explosion upstairs, he has become weaker than Jinpei Matsuda, and normally he would never dare to confront Jinpei Matsuda head-on.

Not to mention that recently I feel that Matsuda Jinpei's momentum is becoming more and more scary.

Tetsuya Kamiya felt that he was not worthy of being called a close friend. He did not have such a thing as a friend, let alone a close friend who grew up with him.

Hearing Hagiwara Kenji's distressed expression, he could only go to the forum to see if he could find some chicken soup for him to drink.

Then I almost drowned in the rainbow farts on the forum.

"Hey, Kamiya, are you okay?" Hagiwara Kenji waved his hand in front of the young man. I don't know what he said, but Kamiya Tetsuya's eyes suddenly became blank, and he was so scared that he quickly shut up.

Kamiya Tetsuya came back to his senses and drank a sip of boiled water: "I'm fine, why don't you continue?"

Hagiwara Kenji shook his head and said with emotion: "Actually there is nothing to complain about. I have known Xiao Zhenping for more than ten years. He should be able to tell me everything."

Kamiya Tetsuya looked dead: "Then you just said he wouldn't tell?"

"Maybe it's not a big deal." Hagiwara Kenji laughed. Seeing that Kamiya Tetsuya looked unhappy, he tried to find a topic to talk about.

"Kamiya-kun, by the way, are you on good terms with that Midorikawa Mamoru who came to see you last time?" Hagiwara Kenji knew that it was Morobushi Kagemitsu, but since the other party used a pseudonym, he would not be so tactless as to let the secret slip.

Tetsuya Kamiya said proudly: "The desserts he made tasted pretty good."

"What about the others?"

"...A colleague, right?" Kamiya Tetsuya thought for a moment, "But he's been away on business recently."

Hagiwara Kenji raised his eyebrows: "That's it?" He saw that Xiao Zhufu was nervous, and it seemed like more than just a colleague.

"Yeah." Kamiya Tetsuya nodded, "Just a colleague."

Hagiwara Kenji said "Oh~" and changed the subject: "Didn't Inspector Megure ask you to work part-time in the Investigation Division 1? Why didn't you come? Kojinpei and I were looking forward to seeing you at the police station."

Tetsuya Kamiya: “…I’ll go there when I have the chance.” Was he arrested when he went to the police station again?

This is a chatterbox! He can't hold it in any longer!

Feeling that a world surrounded by chatterboxes was too scary, Salted Fish looked even more depressed. He lowered his head and quickly finished his food, trying to play dead.

As a typical topic terminator, he is convinced that as long as his answer is boring enough, no one will continue to talk with him - except Bacardi.

That's not even at the human level.

Kenji Hagiwara's alcohol tolerance was not very good, and he was a little tipsy after a few bottles of beer, but this did not affect his observation ability - Tetsuya Kamiya was not in a good mood.

Or, the fact that he saw the young man at the barbecue stall at four in the morning was enough to explain what happened.

Hagiwara Kenji kept mentioning Matsuda Jinpei because he wanted to use a person who was closer to him to shorten the conversation and find out what was bothering Kamiya Tetsuya.

But now it seems that his usual chat tricks of livening up the atmosphere and changing the topic did not work.

A bit difficult.

With the good intention of saving the frustrated young people, Hagiwara Kenji went to the front desk and ordered some barbecue, so that he could have a meal with Kamiya Tetsuya.

But before he knew it, a few more bottles went by and Hagiwara Kenji was a little confused.

"By the way, Kamiya-kun, how did you get those marks on your face?" Hagiwara Kenji looked at the red marks on his face. There were several on his forehead and cheeks. They were very thin, as if they were scratched by fingernails or book pages.

Kamiya Tetsuya thought that even a three-year-old wouldn't believe an envelope falling from the sky, so he said, "It was just scratched by accident, it shouldn't be a big deal."

"You can try my scar removal ointment." Hagiwara Kenji took out a small iron box from his pocket, opened the box, and the green ointment inside exuded a strange smell.

Kamiya Tetsuya leaned back in his chair with a conscious look: "I don't think that's possible."

"Try it~" The handsome detective, holding a strange ointment in his hand and with a mysterious smile on his face, walked towards Tetsuya Kamiya.

Kamiya Tetsuya turned his head and looked. Their seats were at the innermost of the barbecue stall. If he wanted to run there, he would have to squeeze past two tables of strong men. If he wanted to avoid Hagiwara Kenji's attack, he had to run there.

Forget it, I’m so tired.

Tetsuya Kamiya lay down for a moment, watching Hagiwara Kenji coming in with the ointment. Suddenly, he quickly scraped some from the box and applied it on the latter's face.

"Okay, just apply it if you want."

Seeing a green spot on Hagiwara Kenji's confused face, which looked wolfish and funny, Kamiya Tetsu, who had successfully "retaliated", didn't care anymore. He raised his head calmly, looking as if he was at the mercy of others.

"Hahahaha." Hagiwara Kenji suddenly laughed. He stuffed the medicine box into Kamiya Tetsuya's hand and patted his shoulder. "Little Kamiya, you are not so happy at all?"

Kamiya Tetsuya was stunned.

"Well, if you're not happy, why don't you go for a ride?" Hagiwara Kenji casually pulled out a piece of paper and wiped his face. "I think I came here on a motorcycle...right?"

Kamiya Tetsuya was speechless: "You are a policeman."

"Yes, I'm a policeman." Hagiwara Kenji smiled foolishly, obviously drunk.

"So you ride a bike?"

"Why can't I ride a bike?" Hagiwara Kenji murmured, "Oh, yes, I'm drunk."

"Well, how about this!" The very friendly police officer came over and said with a smile, "Kamiya, you should be able to drive a motorcycle, right? How about you take me?"

Kamiya Tetsuya tried to recall how many years ago he last drove a motorcycle, and his expression was a little strange: "I can...but are you sure?"

Hagiwara Kenji: “It’s not a big problem!”

"Xiao Shen Gu, come on, come on~ There's not many people here anyway!"

Kamiya Tetsuya was indeed annoyed enough by this guy. He thought for a while whether to continue arguing with Hagiwara Kenji's BBQ restaurant or just ride a bike to send him away. He felt that the latter seemed to be more convenient.

Well... anyway, the motorcycle is not a big deal, so it shouldn't kill anyone, right?

Salted Fish turned over on his own initiative for a rare occasion. He sighed and said, "Okay, but..."

The white-haired young man muttered quietly, "This shouldn't be considered an attack on the police, right?"