October 07, Sunday.
At noon, the probability of all the members of Special Investigation Team 7 appearing in the Metropolitan Police Department cafeteria is very low. Generally speaking, they are always busy with difficult cases and miss the cafeteria's meal time.
Takagi Shigeru enjoyed the free meals in the cafeteria with a happy expression on his face. His expenses during this period were a bit high, so he had to pay out of his own pocket for cheap sandwiches from the convenience store if he missed mealtime.
Fujiwara Yuu held his chin and sipped the iced lemon tea he bought from a nearby beverage store. There was an unwrapped sandwich in front of him. Since the cafeteria's fixed set meal today was nothing but fish, he had to eat at the convenience store without joining the group.
"I'm saying, can you change your bad habit of not eating fish? This mackerel doesn't have that fishy smell that you hate. The chef handled it very well." Yin Dahang noticed the resentful look on Fujiwara You's face and said helplessly.
"I know, I just can't get over it in my heart." Fujiwara Yu naturally knew that not all chefs had trouble dealing with the fishy smell. He yawned lazily and waved his hand to indicate that don't worry about him.
Anyway, the sandwiches in the convenience store are not bad. After all, fried pork cutlets are not cooked well. I suggest the chef commit suicide.
Gao Mushi scooped a large spoonful of rice mixed with salmon roe. He raised his wrist to check the time and sighed:
"It's truly amazing! Our department didn't receive a single case today. Could this be a lucky day?"
"Takagi, can you please stop being such a pessimist during your happy time?" Ever since Kenzo Mashiba felt the power of the crow's mouth among everyone in his department, he has been particularly afraid of them setting up things like G. Every time they do it, nothing good happens.
Tsuda Usho glared at him, then nodded in agreement before changing the subject:
"That's right, it's better not to talk about such things during a nice meal. By the way, Yuji, is your son already in nursery school? As the only one in our department with a child, why don't we visit your home sometime?"
Yuji Hashimoto, who was busy eating, didn't expect the topic to turn to him again, but this time the topic was about his children. He forced a gentle smile on his face, which was always expressionless.
"Well, he just started attending Mihua Nursery School this year. If you want to come, you're welcome anytime."
"It's probably not a good idea for us to go together. I always feel that nothing good will happen if a bunch of policemen are crowded together." Yin Dahang scratched his cheek. Although he didn't want to act immediately, he always felt that if all of them went together, it would be like they were going to solve some big case. The last time this happened was in the case of Yamada Kimi.
Sato Miwako clasped her hands together with a smile, and said these extremely destructive words with a pure expression:
"Then how about having the department chief stay at the Metropolitan Police Department? He has the worst luck, so as long as he doesn't go, nothing bad will happen!"
Everyone looked at Sosuke Takashi, who was sipping iced lemon tea and had not participated in the group discussion. For some reason, they felt that they could agree with what Miwako said.
Although Fujiwara Yuu was already used to people saying he had bad luck, he didn't want to be told that by someone who also had bad luck. He crossed his arms over his chest, raised his chin slightly, and said:
"Don't treat me like a wish-granting god. I can't expect a case to pop up for me the moment I open my mouth. That's absolutely impossible..."
Before he could finish his words, Yin Dahang's phone on the table rang crisply, and a sense of foreboding washed over him. He reached for the phone, and after hearing the call from the other end, he glared at his best friend.
Eh? Fujiwara Yuu blinked twice quickly after receiving this look. Hey, hey, hey, it's not like a collapse accident happened just after I set up G, right? You must be kidding!
"Senior Yin Da, could it be that the inspector's curse has worked?" Takagi Shigeru frowned and asked in a low voice.
Yin Dahang shoveled the last few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth with an unhappy look on his face. He grabbed the "culprit" who was still holding a plastic cup and drinking a drink leisurely, and his tone was speechless.
"Takashi, stop talking nonsense, you idiot! Come with me now! The one in trouble is an old acquaintance!"
"Old acquaintance? Who?"
"Do you remember the case of Kimi Yamada? Didn't you and Matsuda meet the son of the mayor of Nishitama City? He hit and killed a woman last night. Because her identity is a bit sensitive, the police there entrusted our Metropolitan Police Department to investigate." Yin Dahang said with a frown. He probably didn't want to offend the mayor, so he specially entrusted the Metropolitan Police Department to intervene.
Okamoto Hirohei?
Fujiwara Yu couldn't believe Okamoto Kohei would do such a thing. He quickly followed Yin Dahang to the parking lot. It would probably take two hours to get to Nishitama City from the Metropolitan Police Department. He couldn't help but sigh at the thought. Was his dream of getting off work on time tonight shattered again?
After a two-hour drive, the two finally arrived at a car repair shop in Nishitama City. The car driven by Kohei Okamoto was parked there for repairs, but because the case had not been closed yet, the car was only temporarily kept here.
"Huh? Isn't this Officer Takashi?"
It was a voice so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar. Fujiwara Yuu had no idea how many times he had met Kudo Shinichi while handling a case. He held his forehead and reluctantly stepped forward, raising an eyebrow and asking:
"Why are you here? Today is Sunday, shouldn't you stay in school?"
"Our school happened to be doing extracurricular practice at the art museum in Nishitama City, so we came here."
"Oh, so why are you here when you should be participating in extracurricular practice in the art museum?" Fujiwara Yu narrowed his eyes and grabbed the back of Kudo Shinichi's clothes, muttering in his heart: It's you who prevented me from getting off work on time, right?
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