"Thank you, Mr. Officer. I will abide by the law in the future!"
It's more comfortable to meet someone who is willing to cooperate, but Fujiwara Yu's luck was obviously not so good. Morofushi Kagemitsu, who had just helped an old lady carry rice across the road, noticed that something new had happened on Fujiwara's side.
At this time, Fujiwara Yu looked helplessly at the drunk uncle who was holding his thigh as a telephone pole. He wondered why someone would be so drunk in broad daylight. He really wanted to cry but had no tears.
As a police officer, he had to endure the drunk's unreasonable behavior. He couldn't beat him or scold him, so he could only persuade him to let go in a gentle manner. Finally, with the help of Morobushi Kagemitsu, he contacted the nearby Koban police to help take away the uncle who was so drunk that he had passed out.
"Are you okay?"
"Something's going on."
The smell of alcohol disinfectant spray combined with the stench of alcohol was not pleasant. Fujiwara Yuu sighed deeply, put on his police hat properly, and said:
"Go on, hopefully next—huh?"
A silver-gray Honda parked at a red light caught his attention. The male driver, who was smoking a cigarette, had a somewhat dull look in his eyes, and his face was obviously thin, with acne on his right cheek.
"Zhu Fu, don't rush back. There's a big fish coming."
Big fish?
After following Fujiwara's gaze, Morofushi Kagemitsu also discovered the problem with the male driver. It was not that he smoked while driving, but that there was something wrong with his state.
He looked to the side and noticed that there was a man with burn scars on his face sitting in the passenger seat. He looked fat and didn't look like a good guy.
I always feel like something troublesome is going to happen.
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