Chapter 27 Day 1

"What are you doing?" The short-haired beauty in a light purple suit looked at the young man in white who walked in in surprise.

The man who always loved cleanliness had his shirt half wet with mud spots on it. His hair seemed to have just been washed, and he was wiping the ends of his hair with a towel.

"Something unexpected happened." Akiyama Kanade explained.

This is Sato Miwako. She was a classmate of Kyuu Haruki in the police academy. After graduation, the two were assigned to the Investigation Division 1 together and have been working together for three years.

"I have a newly bought shirt here. I originally wanted to give it to an uncle. You can wear it first." Thinking that this guy couldn't stand dirt, Sato Miwako kindly handed him the bag of new shirts.

Jiu Sheng Chun Shu did not refuse, "Thank you, I will return one to you."

Anyway, Jinpei Matsuda - the two had exchanged names on the way to the Metropolitan Police Department - insisted on returning one of the items to him, so he could just give that one to Miwako Sato.

He thought that the incident was over. In the afternoon, Inspector Megure suddenly called him to the office. The head of the First Investigation Division, Matsumoto Kiyonaga, sat behind his desk and looked at him with his chin propped up.

Inspector Megure, who was standing in front of the table, suppressed his anger and said, "What's going on?"

Akiyama Kanade didn't understand.

Officer Megure handed him two newspapers, "Read for yourself!"

Akiyama Kanade opened the first newspaper. Half of the page was a candid photo. In the photo, the rain and mist were hazy. A man in white clothes and long hair was grabbing the collar of the criminal and glancing at the camera casually. His vision was blocked by the rain and the air was silent.

What a great photo. Where did this beauty come from?

Oh, it's me.

Akiyama Kanade admired her beauty for two seconds before looking at the report.

"Street Chase! The identity of the mysterious man has been revealed, and he actually came from that place!"

Akiyama Kanade almost laughed out loud, and he opened the second copy. The second copy of the photo focused on the blue-haired face. The photo was not very clear, and the expression on the face that deserved a beating actually looked pitiful.

The headline of the report is "Police violently enforce the law against minors without evidence? What is wrong with this country?!"

Akiyama Kanade was stunned for a moment, then immediately cleared his throat, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Just as Matsumoto Kiyonaga was about to open his mouth, Officer Megure continued to scold him: "Do you know how much trouble this incident has brought to the Metropolitan Police Department! The suspect is a minor, and there is no evidence to prove that he committed the crime. He has also been taken away by a lawyer. We cannot forcibly arrest him at this time!"

Inspector Megure seemed to be blaming him, but in fact he was reminding him what had happened.

"Even if you are dedicated to protecting the masses and catching criminals, even if you are willing to get hurt, and you have indeed solved countless cases and made many contributions to the Metropolitan Police Department, but..."

"Okay," Matsumoto Kiyonaga interrupted Inspector Megure's chatter, "Do you think I can't understand what you mean?"

Inspector Megure smiled awkwardly.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga looked at Kyushu Haruki who was standing obediently behind him. The man lowered his eyes slightly, and was quiet, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga has always been very satisfied with Kyushu Haruki's character, he is very stable. Unlike some policemen, they are capable but also have a bad temper that is really difficult to deal with.

He said in a gentle tone: "Strictly speaking, today's incident is not your fault. You can let it go if you write a self-criticism. There will be a lot of media waiting outside the Metropolitan Police Department in the next two days. Please pay attention."

"yes."

This matter was picked up high and put down lightly.

After leaving the office with Inspector Megure, the latter told him what happened.

"The boy's name is Aibu Satoru. He is a suspect in a bombing, but there is no evidence to prove that he did it. The police had no choice. When they learned that Aibu Satoru was about to flee abroad, Matsuda Jinpei - you probably already know him - took the initiative to capture him... Alas, it was useless to do so. We are police officers, and there are many times when we are helpless."

Officer Megure lowered his hat in dismay. "By the way, you two are going to be colleagues soon."

"Um?"

Inspector Megure said, "He will be transferred to the Investigation Division 1, probably tomorrow."

Is Jinpei Matsuda going to transfer to the First Investigation Division?

That would be great, I couldn’t ask for more.

Akiyama Kanade returned to his desk in the Investigation Division 1. His neighbor, Sato Miwako, was standing in front of the desk, scolding a bad boy harshly.

The bad guy looked very familiar; he was the one whose motorcycle was stolen that morning.

Ah, speaking of motorcycles... Akiyama Sho paused.

Miwako Sato scolded: "No matter what, fighting is wrong!"

Akiyama Kanade asked Sato Miwako to investigate the delinquent, and it seemed that the guy had not committed any serious mistakes. The delinquent was being scolded with his head down, and suddenly he looked up and saw Jiu Sheng Chun Shu, and at that time - or immediately - he burst into tears.

"My motorcycle... Wow... My sister bought it for me... It was my birthday present... Wow..."

Akiyama Kanade: “…”

"What?" Sato Miwako was stunned by his crying.

The gangster quickly complained, pointing at Akiyama Kanade, "It was him! He stole my motorcycle this morning and broke it!"

"Impossible!" Sato Miwako seemed very angry that her colleague had arranged this arrangement for her. Her voice was even higher than when she had just scolded him. "Officer Jiu Sheng is the most prudent person! He couldn't have stolen your motorcycle. You will be held legally responsible for making up rumors about the police so casually!"

Miwako Sato was genuinely angry.

Akiyama Kanade was afraid that the situation would get out of control if it continued like this, so he resisted the urge to run away and spoke in a mature and steady voice: "He's right, I stole his motorcycle," he paused, "to chase the criminal."

Sato Miwako's eyes turned into small eyes in an instant, "...Since, since we are chasing the criminal, there is nothing we can do about it, haha."

Akiyama Kanade looked at Buliang and said, "Leave me your cell phone number and I will return you a motorcycle."

The bad guy sniffed, "Really? This motorcycle is very expensive."

Haha, as a big boss, how could I be short of...my money?

Akiyama Kanade checked the balance of his bank card in disbelief - 500,000 yen.

How could this be?

Isn't he the organization's dark night elite, a super warrior walking between red and black?

How did you get so poor?

Oh, wait, it seems that he used all the money in his bank card to order a batch of beautiful clothes and accessories this morning. All of them are top-notch luxury goods.

Oh, that's okay.

Stay calm, it's not a big problem, just agree to it first.

The next morning, Inspector Megure showed up at the Investigation Division 1 with Jinpei Matsuda. The man was still dressed the same way, his tone and expression were gloomy, and the tone and content of his speech made the detectives in the Investigation Division 1 very angry.

Inspector Megure clicked on the name of Akiyama Kanade, who was shouting in his heart, "I love watching this when the fighting starts."

"How about this, Jiu Shengjun, you take charge of showing him around. Haven't you already met here? It will be easier to communicate."

Miwako Sato turned around and looked at him sympathetically.

The black-haired police officer standing at the back of the group raised his eyes slightly and nodded calmly, "Yes, Officer Megure."

Akiyama Kanade was not as reluctant as others thought. After all, he had originally intended to get close to Matsuda Jinpei.

In fact, the soul purity of Officer Megure and Officer Sato is not low. If he can't handle Matsuda Jinpei, he will settle for the next best thing... What's going on with this kind of behavior that is so skilled that he looks like a scumbag from Neptune?

After the crowd dispersed, Matsuda Jinpei yawned and approached Akiyama Kanade, "Nice to meet you again, Officer Kyuu. But you don't seem to be very popular."

Jinpei Matsuda saw the sharp looks those police officers gave him when they left just now.

"Well, I'm not very popular among my male colleagues." Akiyama Kanade joked.

Matsuda Jinpei thought for a moment and said, "Because you are so beautiful?"

"No, because they like Officer Sato, and I'm her classmate. Come on, I'll take you to get familiar with the Investigation Division first--"

"Really?" Matsuda Jinpei thought, "Are men like you more lucky in love?"

After Akiyama Kanade and Matsuda Jinpei familiarized themselves with the environment and work flow of the First Investigation Division, the two of them went to handle a homicide case together in the afternoon.

It was raining again when I walked out of the apartment where the crime happened.

It is already early winter, and the rain is chilling enough to penetrate the bones.

The two of them walked in the rain, one after the other, holding umbrellas.

"What happened to the prisoner?" asked Akiyama Kanade.

Matsuda Jinpei was biting on a cigarette, the smoke blurring his features. His fingers flew, he typed something on his phone, then closed it.

"I was taken away." He looked at Akiyama Kanade with a calm expression. "It was also to let me avoid the limelight that the higher-ups agreed to transfer me to the Investigation Division at this time."

"You are in the explosives disposal team. Catching criminals is not part of your job scope, right?"

Matsuda Jinpei blew out a puff of smoke, and the sound seemed a little unreal amid the patter of rain. "That guy planted two bombs at the time, one of which I dismantled, and the other exploded. An innocent family of three died in the explosion, and the criminal planted the bomb just to brag about it in front of his companions. Or, in other words, for fun."

"Such a vibrant life...died for such a meaningless reason."

"There are many reasons for committing crimes."

"When I learned that he was going to flee abroad, I caught him back on impulse." He smiled, "I haven't been so impulsive in a long time."

Akiyama Kanade said, "Do you regret it?"

"A little bit. It would be terrible if I was suspended at this time..."

"Suspension? It shouldn't be that serious, right?"

Matsuda Jinpei explained: "The guy's mother is the eldest daughter of the Ministry of Finance Foundation. Her family is powerful. Some of the reports on this incident in the past two days came from the media under the Ministry of Finance Foundation. She wants to use public opinion to guide public judgment... It is said that she also has contacts with senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department. Of course, her energy is now focused on settling this matter for her son, and she can't take care of me for the time being."

"You don't look like you care what she does to you."

"It doesn't matter," Matsuda Jinpei looked up at the gray sky, and raindrops fell on the transparent umbrella. "As long as we can get through these few days... nothing matters."

He suddenly stopped and looked at Akiyama Kanade, who was two umbrellas away from him. The black-haired man's beautiful face was reflected in his sunglasses.

"You know what? I actually wanted to kill that prisoner, even though he was still a minor."

"Just kidding." After a few seconds, Matsuda Jinpei laughed and patted Akiyama Kanade on the shoulder. The latter had been quite indifferent and did not react even after hearing his murder declaration. "Is it not scary?"

Akiyama Kanade shook her head slightly, "I know Officer Matsuda wouldn't do that."

But I will.

…

That night, there was a storm with thunder and lightning.

In a villa outside Tokyo, Satoru Aibe was playing games in his room.

After the game ended, he slammed his keyboard down in frustration and answered another phone call.

"What did you do?... I'm fine. I'm a minor. Killing one or two people is nothing. Besides, there's no evidence. My mother will settle the matter for me... Hey, I got two new bombs. I'll take you to play next time... If you don't go, you're looking for death!"

After hanging up the phone, he was splashed with rain in the face.

"Why is this window open?"

He stood up and closed the window, and then the lights in the room suddenly went out. He turned around and saw the vague outline of a man on the sofa in the darkness.

He was wearing a white shirt, with his long hair loose, and one elbow was bent and resting on the edge of the sofa, sitting in a very casual posture.

"Good evening, Aibu-kun."

A flash of lightning flashed by, and when Aibu Satoru saw his face clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became arrogant again, "Hey, police, who let you in? Believe it or not, I'm going to sue you for trespassing! I tell you, you can't arrest me without evidence."

The man opposite smiled.

He was so handsome that he didn't look like a man at all. Aibu Satoru completely forgot how the other person had stopped him on a motorcycle like a madman, and even felt that he had spoken too harshly to him.

"Don't be so angry, Mr. Xiangbu. The weather is nice tonight. Why don't we play a game?"

"What are you playing?"

Xiangbu Wu agreed casually, his mind wandering.

These people have no scruples when it comes to having sex with both men and women, and besides, this man is prettier than all the women he has tried.

Even if he didn't want to, he wouldn't dare to tell anyone, besides, his mother was still there.

The man had no idea what Aibu Satoru was thinking. He smiled faintly and stretched out a hand. In the palm of his white-gloved hand lay a dice.

"How about a game of dice?"

"Roll the dice?"

What's so fun about this thing?

The man's smile deepened, and his low voice sounded like a glass of gently swaying red wine.

"You roll the dice,"

"Should I strangle you with a rope, stab you to death, or just break your neck with this hand—"