Chapter 55: Another Heavenly Punishment
Not to mention how depressed Fushimi Shika was, Minamoto Tamako was actually quite excited and looking forward to it.
She had already thought about it, and the first thing she did after the report was to apologize to her boss and explain why the senior who picked up the plane could not come back with him - the big brother who picked up the plane needed to go to the hospital for treatment more than receiving the newcomers.
Speaking of which, Senior Jethead looks a bit familiar, and I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before... Ah, now that I think about it, he seems to be the driver holding an umbrella for Section Chief Kazama.
She didn't expect to meet acquaintances at her new workplace, which made her look forward to her future life as a patrol officer even more.
No matter how hard or tired you are, don’t be afraid, live every day to the fullest!
Minamoto Tamako's eyes sparkled, and the rabbit officer in her arms stood up tall. She was dragging her suitcase, her round-toed leather shoes stepping on the sewage as proudly as if she were stepping on a red carpet.
"Fushimi-san, why are you so dejected? You have no energy at all!" She took the lead and walked at the front. She turned around and urged: "Today is our first day in office, so we need to show our energy!"
"Tsk."
Fushimi Lu finally understood why Squidward hated SpongeBob.
But after all, it was a serious job, so he could only bite the bullet and work for a while.
In fact, Fushimi Lu still has a thought in his heart. If he can build a good relationship with his boss, he might be able to go through the back door and be transferred to another leisure job... It's not like he has no experience in bribing others. He just needs to do what he wants, and everything is easy to discuss.
The two of them walked through the takiri and into the neighborhood, one behind the other.
The light is getting darker and darker, the spaces between the buildings are narrow, and the walls are covered with rough graffiti. The air was filled with the smell of leaves, there was a faint strange laughter, and someone seemed to be having a party in the narrow alley.
Yuan Yuzi didn't realize it at all. She looked around as she walked, feeling overwhelmed by everything she looked at. She sighed in her heart, is this Tokyo? It looks very punk and fashionable!
When you come to a big city, you don’t want to be looked down upon by others. I heard that many people in Tokyo look down on Hokkaido people, and say that Hokkaido people are bumpkins from the mountains... Minamoto Tamako recalled the bad attitude of the airport detective uncle, and felt that he He must think she is a country girl and easy to bully.
Seeing a punk man with nails on his face passing by, Minamoto Tamako reminded in a low voice: "Fushimi-san, don't make a fuss, be careful of others saying you have no experience in the world."
She said this, and after the punk man passed by, she quietly turned back and glanced a few more times.
I saw the punk man putting one hand in his pocket, coughing, spitting out thick phlegm, and casually smearing the chewed gum on the campaign poster, sticking it right in the middle of the poster's face.
Wow, people in Tokyo are different, they can do some performance art casually.
Yuan Yuzi was in awe.
The two walked straight along the street for a long time, and saw the door sign of Jiaofan at the corner of the intersection. The small building was in tatters, and the letters were covered with scratches that looked like knife scratches. There were only a few scattered pedestrians on the road in broad daylight, all of them hurriedly walking with their heads buried, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
“It’s really secluded.”
Yuan Yuzi sighed and climbed up the steps.
The door to Jiaofan was closed. She tried pushing it and found that it was locked.
"Why don't you open the door during the day?" She frowned: "Seniors are so lazy!"
Fushimi Shika's eyes lit up and he criticized: "What nonsense are you talking about! The seniors certainly have their reasons for doing this. I think it's quite reasonable for Kouban not to open the door during the day. This is called governing by doing nothing, and it can make the residents feel more comfortable. Make the community environment more harmonious...Forget it, you don't understand it." He suddenly felt like another village had a bright future, and the hope in his heart was ignited again.
It's true to say that since the public security is so bad, the patrol police must have just let it go! You only get that little salary a month, what are you trying to do with your life? Wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to close the door and live on their own rations? In his previous life, he had seen many grassroots workers who were working on a temporary basis to receive wages. At that time, he felt a little envious. He never expected that such good things would happen to him after his rebirth!
——I’m a wage thief!
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clicking sound of unlocking from behind the door. It seemed that someone was still on duty. Gentamako quickly put Officer Rabbit on the suitcase and stood at attention like a soldier, hoping to leave a good impression on her senior.
With a creak, the door opened.
Through the crack in the door, the two saw a haggard face. It was none other than Kazama Takusai.
I haven’t seen him for more than half a year, and the former elite-looking Section Chief Kazama seems to have changed. He had an unkempt beard, messy hair, and heavy bags under his eyes that could trap mosquitoes. Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako almost didn't recognize him at first glance.
Although shocked, Yuan Yuzi did not forget to salute her senior: "Inspection police officer Yuan Yuzi, number TD035, come and report!"
Kazama Takusai was not surprised. He saw the notice in advance and knew that the two of them were coming.
"There's no need to be so formal, come in." He smoothed his hair back with his hands, trying to look energetic.
"Yes!" Yuan Yuzi responded loudly.
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She dragged her suitcase into the front hall of Jiaoban and looked around. It was a mess. The reception desk was filled with documents and files. The office inside was also full of instant noodle buckets and energy potion bottles.
Kazama Takusai took the two of them through the formalities and issued police uniforms, police hats, belts, walkie-talkies, batons, handcuffs and guns. After he finished, he found a water-based pen, pulled off the map posted on the whiteboard, drew a circle on it, and said: "Okja, you are responsible for this."
"Eh? So fast? Isn't there any pre-job training, area introduction, etc.?" Yuan Yuzi was a little nervous, worried that she was not competent.
"Introduction... Your dormitory is on the second floor. Watanabe and I live on the third floor. The director rents a house. Everything else is not important... By the way, why didn't Watanabe come back with you?" Kazama Takusai asked. , without waiting for Yuan Yuzi to answer, he interrupted casually: "Forget it, it doesn't matter. In short, you have also seen that there are only three police officers on duty in the entire encounter. It is already very difficult to maintain law and order. There is no time to come. Training for you.”
After saying that, he drew a large area on the map with a water-based pen, which was about twice the size of Minamoto Tamoko's circle: "Police Fushimi, you are responsible for this area. If anyone complains about you, I will report a deduction to the director. Your salary.”
Seeing Fushimi Shika raise his eyebrows, Kazama Takusai yawned and added: "Since we will be working together for a long time, I will speak openly. I am not targeting you, either. I’m not giving you any shoes on the strength of my status as a senior.”
He drew a large circle on the map, about three times the size of Fushimi Deer's circle: "This is the area that Jun Watanabe and I are responsible for daily. As you can see, the burden on our shoulders is very heavy."
Then, Kazama Takusai put down his pen, sat on the chair, and took a long breath: "Now that we have finished talking about business matters, it is time to talk about private matters. I hereby solemnly apologize to you: I am sorry for mistaking you for the murderer. I am sorry for you." I was illegally detained. It doesn’t matter whether you forgive me or not, as long as you don’t bring your personal emotions to work.”
Fushimi Lu's heart moved slightly, and he probed calmly: "Don't you firmly believe that I am the real murderer? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Kazama Takusai was silent for a moment, glanced at Yuan Yuzi, leaned back on the chair, and said softly: "Because the murderer who wrote "Heaven's Punishment" once killed another person elsewhere. I've investigated and you have a solid alibi. ”
(End of chapter)