March 15th, Jin Yao day.
The Investigation Division 1 on the tenth floor of the Metropolitan Police Department has been bustling with activity since morning. There are chaotic footsteps and greetings, as well as people loudly discussing cases in the office. It's as if they're worried that the police officer in the office next door might fall asleep. There's no quiet down for a moment.
The office of Special Investigation Team 7 was quiet, everyone was doing their own work. The higher-ups had not assigned them any task to reinvestigate the cold case, and since there was no case requiring them to go to the scene, they naturally just stayed in the office and slacked off.
But this atmosphere was soon broken by Gao Mushi. He kicked his feet to make his office chair roll, and came to Yin Dahang with today's morning paper in his hand. His voice, which had been low, became louder as he spoke:
"Senior Yin Da, last night the medieval armor at the Beihua Art Museum actually walked on its own. It's incredible. Do you think someone was controlling it, or did the undead within the armor come back to life?"
"I say, Gao Mu, why do you still believe this kind of nonsense that deceives children? How can ghosts exist in this world? I guess it's just a trick used by the art museum to attract tourists. Aren't there a lot of people who like the supernatural nowadays?" Yin Dahang curled his lips helplessly. He found that Gao Mu Shi was sometimes quite childish and was often interested in this kind of things.
Takagi Wataru touched his chin and nodded. He didn't believe ghosts existed, but he simply thought it was very interesting. He wondered if Officer Sato would be interested in the art exhibition and if he could extend an invitation.
Takagi Wataru, who has always been a man of action, mustered up the courage to come to Sato Miwako's side and asked quietly:
"Um, Officer Sato, are you free after get off work today?"
"Hmm? Let me think... Yumi asked me to go to karaoke tomorrow. I have time today. Do you have anything to do?" Sato Miwako counted the time on her fingers and asked.
"I, I want to invite you to the Beika Museum of Art. They are holding a medieval art exhibition there." Takagi Wataru scratched his cheek. He was already a little nervous and stuttered while speaking.
Sato Miwako tilted her head, staring intently at Takagi Wataru for a few seconds before revealing a bright smile:
"Haha, Takagi, do you think I look like the type to visit an art exhibition? You should find someone else to go to, like Inspector Takashi. He looks more like he has artistic talent. A rough guy like me can't understand an art exhibition!"
"...Huh? Ah, okay, okay."
Takagi Shigeru never expected to be rejected for such a reason. He hung his head like a golden retriever abandoned by his owner, returned to his workstation with a pout, and sighed in a voice that only he could hear.
Fujiwara Yu, who had been eavesdropping with his ears perked up, didn't expect that he would be shot even while lying down. He felt the "hostility" of several subordinates who were just watching, so he had to pretend nothing happened and stood up to make a cup of comforting coffee for Takagi Shigeru.
"Takagi, have some coffee."
"Thank you, Inspector."
Fujiwara Yu held his chin and took out his mobile phone. He secretly opened the inbox and looked at the emails he had saved.
It was sent by Akemi Miyano, and the content was simply thanking her for the chocolates and sleep-inducing aromatherapy she gave her yesterday.
The chocolate was made by Fujiwara Yu himself, because he felt that he could better show the care put into it by making it himself. However, he did not pay attention to the packaging, so the milk chocolate was wrapped in brown oil paper, and it was almost impossible to find the chocolate.
As for the sleep-aiding aromatherapy, this is one he often uses. It is quite effective and smells nice, so he "harassed" Yinsen Hondo three times and gave it away together with the chocolates after making sure that the gift would not cause a burden.
In fact, giving sleep-aid aromatherapy as a gift was a little trick of Fujiwara Yu. He had seen Miyano Akemi several times but had not smelled any perfume on her. He could only smell the faint orange-scented shampoo on her hair.
So there is a second reason for choosing sleep-aiding aromatherapy, which is that I hope she can have the same scent as me.
Ding-a-ling.
The ringing of the landline phone interrupted Fujiwara Yu's thoughts. He realized that there was a case that required him to go to the scene, so he immediately got into work mode. He put his phone in his pocket and stood up to put on his suit jacket.
Takagi Wataru, who was closest to the phone, had always been the one answering the phone. When he heard the location of the incident, his eyes widened in surprise:
"You mean the crime scene is at the Rice Art Museum?!"
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces changed. It's not that they thought it was unusual for a murder to happen in an art museum, but they were secretly sighing in their hearts: Everyone in Special Investigation Team 7 is really a jinx. You wanted to visit the exhibition just one second ago, but now... you are being given a chance to visit the exhibition at public expense.
"Okay, I got it. We'll be there right now." Takagi Wataru hung up the phone and reported directly to Toji Sosuke: "Inspector, a vicious homicide has occurred at the Beika Art Museum. Since the art exhibition is free, there are a lot of people at the scene. It seems that reporters have already rushed to the scene!"
"Then let's get going quickly." Before leaving, Fujiwara Yuu did not forget to instruct Sato Miwako, speaking very quickly: "Sato, take Takagi with you. We can just drive two cars."
"yes."
Fujiwara Yuu drove his beloved car alone to the scene of the crime. Seeing the yellow cordon at the entrance of the Beika Art Museum filled with reporters, he turned his head to look at the two people who had arrived at the scene at the same time:
"Sato, Takagi, you go in first to secure the scene and have all unnecessary personnel leave immediately."
"Yes, police department!"
After letting the two of them enter the Beika Museum, Fujiwara Yu saw the reporters rushing towards him like wolves and tigers. His already serious expression became even colder after seeing this scene. He always hated dealing with annoying reporters at the murder scene.
He understands that this is the job of a reporter, but he also hopes that reporters will not interfere with his work. Exposing the murder scene without being sure of the truth will undoubtedly cause secondary harm to the victim's family.
"Officer Ying Si, is this case related to medieval armor? Is it really a ghost?"
"Officer Ying Si, please answer my question. Do you believe that ghosts exist in this world?"
Such annoying questions made Fujiwara Yuu frown. Could it be that these reporters didn't know the answers to their questions? They were simply trying to exaggerate their stories and attract attention.
He put his hands in his pockets to ensure that he would not touch these people, because there might be guys with dark thoughts among them. If he reached out to push them away, it would be rumored that the police were hurting people.
"Until a case is solved, we police are obliged to maintain confidentiality. As for this silly question, I'm sure you all know the answer... I'd appreciate it if reporters could give me some space and please don't delay my investigation."
He has always disliked reporters who ask questions at murder scenes, so there is no need to be nice to them.
After all, people always say I like to show off to others, right? So I don't mind being portrayed in a darker light.
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