Drop, drop, drop!
I don't know how many times I have been woken up by the sound of something heavy falling, but this time the sound is even more excessive than the previous ones. Could it be that Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Akihara have offended some bomb maker, and that a time bomb has been planted in the apartment?
"Damn, damn, this alarm is too sensitive! Fuji, don't sleep, come and help me!"
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Fujiwara Yu got up from the sofa, covering his heavy head, and looked sideways towards the source of the noise. He saw Matsuda Jinpei in the kitchen holding a pot lid as an umbrella, and he was frantically trying to turn off the sprinkler fire alarm system.
Glancing at the messy kitchen, he sighed helplessly and walked towards the kitchen in his slippers. Using his height advantage, he easily touched the off button by standing on tiptoe, and finally saved the kitchen that was about to flood.
Matsuda Jinpei shook his wet little curly hair in embarrassment. He looked at the unknown object in the pot and said unhappily:
"Tsk, I'm almost done with the Western-style scrambled eggs. Now it's ready to be scrambled egg soup."
Fujiwara Yuu half-closed his eyes, staring at the strange, yellowish-black pot washing water from China. He even scratched his ears. What word had he just heard? Western-style scrambled eggs?
Even if this thing doesn't have a sprinkler fire alarm system, it's definitely not Western-style scrambled eggs, okay?
"Matsuda, you should give up cooking. Convenience store food is delicious, and at least it won't poison you." Fujiwara Yuu imitated a surgeon's pre-operative gestures and said with a hint of regret, "I don't want to be in the morgue looking at the bodies of my stupid relatives and friends who I poisoned."
"Get out of here! Are my cooking skills that bad? Isn't there still a yellow part? It looks very tender." Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes and expressed his speechlessness. Although his cooking skills were not up to par, they were not to the point of poisoning people.
Fujiwara Yuu stared at the yellow part of the scrambled eggs and gave Matsuda Jinpei a thumbs up:
"To some extent, cooking in one pot at the same time, with some parts burnt and some not cooked, is also a skill."
Anyway, he felt that he was unable to make such a wonderful dish. Even when he was learning to cook, he had never created such an outrageous masterpiece.
There was no way Matsuda Jinpei couldn't hear Fujiwara Yuu's sarcastic tone. He raised his leg and kicked his friend's thigh without any hesitation. He then took a pack of wafer biscuits and squatted on the sofa.
"Since you dislike my cooking, then cook for yourself. You still have thirty minutes before you go to work, so come on."
Fujiwara Yuu's expression changed when he heard this. He then realized that he had forgotten to set the alarm yesterday. He quickly ran to the bathroom. After trying to shorten his washing time, he chose not to make breakfast himself. Instead, he grabbed his suit jacket and hurried to the door. He turned his head to look at Matsuda Jinpei who was still squatting on the sofa and said:
"You definitely didn't wake me up on purpose, didn't you?"
"I just forgot while I was busy cooking." Matsuda Jinpei chewed the wafer biscuit in his mouth. He smiled and waved his phone. "Don't worry, I've asked the squad leader to bring you breakfast."
"You still have some conscience, so go ahead."
Fujiwara Yuu hurried down the stairs, opened the car door, fastened his seatbelt, and rushed to the Metropolitan Police Department as fast as he could. Fortunately, the apartment building where Matsuda Jinpei and Akihara Kenji lived was very close to their workplaces; otherwise, he would have risked being stopped by the Ministry of Transportation and Communications and would not have been able to successfully reach the station.
During the time when he was unable to find accommodation for Miyano Akemi, Fujiwara Yuu directly stayed in the apartment building of two good friends. It was not that he did not have money to rent another apartment in the hotel, but he was worried that the CIA would trace his identity information and find out that he had opened two apartments in his name, which would arouse suspicion. You know, he concealed a lot of information and did not report it to the CIA.
Arriving at the office on time, Yin Dahang handed the lunch box prepared by Natalie to Fujiwara Yu. He smiled at his dusty friend and asked:
"I heard from Matsuda that you blew up his kitchen?"
"Do you think it's possible?" Fujiwara Yu rolled his eyes and took the lunch box. He felt that Matsuda's ability to pass the blame was a bit poor. How could his cooking skills blow up the kitchen?
"Hahaha, of course not. Does this guy have someone he likes recently? Otherwise, why would he suddenly start tinkering with cooking? It's totally not Matsuda's style."
Fujiwara Yuu took a bite of the rice ball stuffed with teriyaki chicken thigh and swallowed it before answering:
"Looking for trouble, during the few days I've been staying at his house, I've felt that he shouldn't be a police officer."
"Hmm? Then what?"
"He should open a demolition company. You've never seen him take apart appliances like fans when he's free." Fujiwara Yuu thought of the notebook he saw and said speechlessly, "He even has a notebook where he records the time it takes to dismantle appliances. For example, the day before yesterday, he took two minutes to dismantle the fan, and yesterday he improved by five seconds."
"...That's exactly what he would do." Yin Dahang shook his head with a wry smile. He even began to worry whether Matsuda Jinpei's future children would inherit the ability to destroy houses. His future wife might be very troubled.
Oh no, is it really possible that this guy will have a wife in the future?
After thinking seriously for a moment, Yin Dahang shook his head silently.
Just as Fujiwara Yu was enjoying breakfast, the landline phone rang. Everyone who was originally chatting quickly got into work mode. Takagi Wataru, who was in charge of answering the phone, also quickly walked to the phone and answered it.
After hearing the content of the phone call, his expression quickly became serious. As he hung up the phone, he immediately reported:
"Inspector, the Chiba Prefectural Police called to say a suitcase containing a body part below the knee was found at Ubara Beach. Due to the serious nature of the case and the large number of onlookers at the scene, we'd appreciate your assistance in the investigation."
Fujiwara Yu swallowed the last bite of his teriyaki chicken thigh rice ball, stood up, grabbed his suit, and gave the order:
"Tsuda, you come with me. The rest of you should finish writing your case reports first."
"yes!"
Takagi Wataru glanced at the plastic bag emptied into the trash. Just the thought of body parts made him feel nauseous. How on earth had Inspector Takashi managed to keep his composure and continue eating breakfast? He sat back at his desk and sighed. It seemed he still had a lot of room to grow.
Yin Dahang put away the work at hand. He had other things to do during this period. Some time ago, he caught a Nicanhui cadre who kidnapped a child. The other party was so stubborn that he would probably have to spend a lot of time on him.
But before Fujiwara Yuu left, he threw a can of coffee over:
"Takashi, drive slowly. If you have any pressing issues, call me."
"learn."
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