weekend.
Valentine's Day, once a year, has arrived as scheduled.
Today, the neon lights seem to be filled with pink bubbles and the sweet smell of chocolate. Boys look forward to receiving Valentine's Day chocolates from girls, while girls hold their homemade "signature chocolates," mustering their courage to give them to the boys they like.
Of course, amidst this pink atmosphere, the crime rate in Beika Town, like the budding romantic feelings of teenagers, rose subtly yet steadily.
after all......
This is rice cake!
A magical place that has written "the crime rate is directly proportional to the festive atmosphere" into its city profile.
Every year at this time, the Metropolitan Police Department is on high alert, deploying a large number of officers to patrol various locations to prevent crimes of passion or tragedies caused by love turning into hate, failed confessions, or sending the wrong chocolates.
Downstairs in an apartment building
Miwako Sato was frowning as she maintained order at the temporarily cordoned-off scene. Her neat short hair fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, and her expression was serious.
"How is the situation?"
She asked the forensic officer next to her.
"The preliminary diagnosis is cyanide poisoning."
The forensic investigator shook his head and pointed to an overturned, exquisitely packaged heart-shaped chocolate box on the ground, its melted brown contents contrasting sharply with the surrounding white powder.
"The deceased collapsed and died less than five minutes after eating the chocolate his girlfriend gave him. The woman is now completely emotionally distraught and keeps saying she doesn't know what happened."
Beside them, a young girl, her face streaked with tears and her makeup ruined, was being supported by a policewoman, mechanically repeating, "It wasn't me... I really didn't know... I made that chocolate myself... how could this happen..."
Miwako Sato sighed and rubbed her temples.
Valentine's Day turns into a "love disaster," and this kind of sad thing happens every year.
The most deadly of all is the romantic killer.
Just then, a cute-looking but somewhat reckless mini patrol car came along with its beeping lights, drifted off and stopped a short distance away, and two figures jumped out—it was Yumi Miyamoto and Naoko Miike from the traffic department.
"Miwako! Something's happened again?"
Yumi Miyamoto strolled over casually, glanced at the scene, and gave a "I knew it" look. "Sigh, it's the same every year on this day. Really... Love, it seems, not only makes people blind, but it's also damn toxic!"
Miike Naeko shrank behind Miyamoto Yumi, somewhat frightened, clutching Yumi's clothes with her small hands, and whispered, "Yumi-senpai, it's not nice to say that... after all, someone died..."
"What's wrong with that!"
With her hands on her hips, Yumi Miyamoto began her "Yumi-chan's Valentine's Day Traffic Safety and Love Risk Prevention Lecture":
"If you ask me, dating should be like enforcing traffic laws in our class. If it's green (like), go for it; if it's red (no chance), stop obediently; if it's yellow (ambiguous), observe cautiously. Why insist on running a red light or stopping in the middle of the road and causing someone's death? Look at me and Miaozi, single nobles who abide by traffic rules, how carefree and safe we are!"
Sato Miwako gave her a helpless look and retorted, "Is it because nobody wants you, so you've been parking in the singles parking lot all this time?"
"Hey, Miwako, that's hurtful!" Miyamoto Yumi immediately jumped up. "I have a lot of suitors, you know! It's just that I don't like any of them. My standards are very high, right, Miwako?"
Miike Naeko nodded weakly: "Um... Yumi-senpai is very popular..."
—Although most of the time they were chased by her tickets.
Yumi Miyamoto gave a smug snort, then, remembering something, said, "Oh, right, when we came here, we heard on the radio that there was another accident on the ring road overpass. A car was completely wrecked. It seemed to be a young couple. I don't know if it was a suicide pact or an accidental loss of control. They're trying to save them... Sigh, young people these days, even falling in love is too dangerous..."
She shook her head and sighed with the tone of someone who had been through it all.
Miwako Sato frowned even more deeply.
It looks like I won't be able to relax today's shift.
Yumi Miyamoto continued to ramble on: "And yesterday, I caught a pair of students racing motorcycles on the overpass, one in black and one in white. Their speed was almost as fast as my Hayabusa! They didn't take me, the 'Beihana Motorcycle God,' seriously at all. I impounded their motorcycles on the spot and gave them a lecture for a full half hour."
Miwako Sato: "...Are you sure they're racing and not running for their lives?"
She always felt that Yumi's descriptions were exaggerated.
"Of course it's racing! The speed! The thrill!"
Yumi Miyamoto made a confident statement, then changed the subject and started joking with Miwako Sato again: "If you ask me, dating is simple, isn't it? Anyone can do it! Look at the three of us, although we don't have much practical experience, we have plenty of theoretical knowledge, more than enough to guide those lost sheep!"
Sato Miwako said expressionlessly, "...Thank you."
She simply couldn't imagine Yumi giving advice on dating, as it would most likely result in a "street duo" (a derogatory term for two people who are in a bad relationship).
Miike Naeko whispered the truth: "Most of Yumi-senpai's theories... were learned from midday soap operas and shoujo manga..."
The three elite female police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department, although all of them have never been in a relationship and have no romantic experience, it does not prevent them from pointing and gesturing at the various crime scenes that occur on Valentine's Day, as if they are all seasoned veterans of love who have seen through the world.
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