The traffic police officer was stunned by Matsuda Jinpei's roar and did not react. When he recovered and was about to retort, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground behind him and the harsh noise of a chair dragging on the floor.
The unfinished cup noodle soup spilled all over the floor. The freckled policeman, with half a noodle still in his mouth, stared straight at the old computer screen, which was playing the extremely blurry road surveillance footage.
After hearing them say the address of Asahi-machi 3-chome-19, the freckled policeman wanted to use evidence to slap them in the face. Unexpectedly, the one who really felt the burning cheeks was not the two young men, but himself as a policeman.
"Katayama, what are you doing? You spilled soup on the floor, why don't you find a mop and clean it up? It smells terrible!"
Freckled policeman Kento Katayama leaned over, gripped the mouse, dragged the progress bar back twenty seconds, and said:
"Xiaosong, stop shouting and come over here quickly!"
The patrol officer, Komatsu Sho, was also obviously tactless. He approached while cursing, but after seeing the footage in the surveillance video that was exactly the same as what the two reporters had said, he stopped talking.
To be more precise, he was so shocked by his own stupidity that he was speechless.
"How, how is this possible? I thought they were the same high school girls who made a false police report a few days ago!" Xiaosong Xiang was unwilling to believe this was true. After he snatched the mouse and watched it again, he realized how serious the mistake he had made was.
What has he done? It's crazy.
Katayama Kento suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little too quiet. He looked towards the door and saw that the two people who had reported the crime had disappeared. He said hurriedly:
"Xiao Song! Where are the two of them? Why are they gone?!"
"They're gone?!"
Komatsu Sho also turned around and found that the reporter who had argued with him had left. His face gradually became ugly. He was not worried about having to take off his police uniform, but was worried about the safety of the reporter.
What will young people full of vigor and vitality do if they don’t get help from the police?
Thinking of this, Xiaosong Xiang could no longer sit still. He ran out and shouted to Katayama Kento:
"Katayama! Hurry and request support. This kind of kidnapping case is beyond our ability to handle. Hurry!"
"Okay, go stop them quickly, leave this to me!"
Xiaosong Xiang also ran hard on the street, trying to find the two young men. He was very annoyed at this time. The young men had given such accurate information, why was he unwilling to believe it?
Just because they were fooled by the person who made the false report? They have already paid the price and should let it go.
And taking out his previously unresolved anger on them, Xiao Songxiang felt ridiculously childish. But now was no time to give up. He had to hurry and find them to prevent any possibility of tragedy from happening!
"Damn it! Why didn't I even ask your name!"
But nothing must happen!
——
"If you can afford a watch, you can also afford a camera. Why not take a photo as evidence?"
When the patrol officer said this, Fujiwara Yuu felt unexpectedly calm. He felt that if Matsuda Jinpei said such words to him, he would kick him directly.
Why is he so calm? Because a normal person can't get angry at a fool.
So he didn't want to waste any more time here, so he just grabbed Matsuda Jinpei's elbow and walked out.
"Hey! Why are you pulling me away?"
"Tama 5め38-63."
Matsuda Jinpei's eyes lit up when he heard this. He showed a look of surprise, completely forgetting the scene of the two of them exchanging fistfights and preparing for a big fight ten minutes ago. He patted Fujiwara's back vigorously and said with a smile:
"You're good, old-fashioned boy! But why didn't you tell those two idiots the license plate number?"
Fujiwara Yuu was almost knocked over by his slap. He said angrily:
"Can't you hit me a little softer? I'm not made of steel. It hurts."
"Can you be gentler next time?" Matsuda Jinpei casually rubbed Fujiwara Yu's back twice, and out of curiosity, he asked again, "So why didn't you tell them?"
Fujiwara Yuu slapped his hand away in disgust and explained:
"We're wearing police academy uniforms, and this place isn't far from the academy. They don't even have that much observational ability, which obviously doesn't help us solve this kidnapping case. But their reaction does provide a clue: there may have been a lot of false alarms before we went to the police, otherwise their attitude wouldn't be like that."
Matsuda Jinpei looked down at his police academy uniform. He'd been completely furious just now, so he hadn't thought things through. He couldn't help but chuckle, suddenly finding the stubborn old-fashioned boy rather interesting. His insight rivaled that of his childhood friend, Hagiwara Kenji, and he also had the advantage of being able to think calmly.
He had been a bit too impulsive just now, thinking about his father. But even if Fujiwara hadn't stopped him and he had really beaten up the two police officers, he wouldn't have regretted it—because more important than anything else was the kidnapped girl, and her safety was the most important thing at this stage.
Fujiwara Yuu shook the plastic bag containing three bottles of toilet cleaner and asked:
"I've explained everything. What are you going to do next? Go back to school and hand this over to Instructor Onizuka?"
Jinpei Matsuda felt unhappy when he thought of the two patrol policemen. He kicked over an empty bucket that someone had placed in the corner, then bent down and honestly put the bucket back in its place.
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