Chapter 111 Nine Articles
It started to snow again in the evening in Tokyo, which was falling under the neon lights. It happened to be a Saturday, and the streets were lively, and the lanterns in front of the izakaya reflected the snow.
The drunkards were in groups of twos and threes. They leaned on the road fence and talked loudly about interesting things that had happened recently. From time to time, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd.
"Have you heard? Recently there is another Heavenly Punishment Team on East Street..."
"Hey...do you want to imitate that murderer? Why not call it Tenchu?"
"How do I know? They said the murderer is Ren Xia, who kills evildoers and eliminates violence to bring peace to the good..."
“It’s so funny, it’s better than the hippies marching naked to promote the spirit of freedom and rebellion...”
……
While they were chatting, a car turned around on the street and crossed the road. The high-beam headlights blinded everyone. The drunkards looked at each other, sneered tacitly, flicked away their cigarette butts, and gathered around unsteadily with their hands in their pockets.
The leading man, wearing a cotton mask, stood in the middle of the street and forced the car to stop. He pulled out the butterfly knife from his pocket, curled his tongue and shouted angrily: "What are you doing?! Who asked you to park in the middle of the road? Don't you know it will cause trouble to others?!"
The car owner did not get out of the car, but sounded the horn.
"You bastards! How dare you look down on us!" The man in the mask shouted, indicating to his companions to puncture the tires according to the old rules. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, no one followed behind. When he looked back, everyone was scattered, and he realized something was wrong.
The man in the mask took two steps back, avoiding the high beam. He saw the Toyota Crown's logo. The three black words "Metropolitan Police Department" were spray-painted on the side door, and there were driving warning lights on the top.
He turned around and ran away.
Before he could run two steps, he heard a crisp sound from behind him. Before he could turn around, a sharp pain hit his back, and the strong numbness made him fall to the ground and twitch.
The police car circled around and stopped next to the masked man.
The car door opened, and a woman's pointed leather shoe sank into the snow, reaching up to her slender ankle. The shape of the black straight-leg trousers was very hard and sharp.
As soon as the masked man raised his head, he was kicked, the heel of his shoe hit the bridge of his nose, and blood spattered on the snow. He covered his nose and screamed, finally catching a glimpse of the perpetrator with his peripheral vision.
The other party was slender, estimated to be over 1.77 meters tall. He was wearing black gloves, and the hem of his windbreaker made a squeaky sound. His front buttons were unbuttoned, and a smooth black and white police uniform could be seen.
The man in the mask met her gaze. The woman had deep features and pure bones. Her eyes had a sense of weariness after satisfying material desires, mixed with a sense of world-weariness that she didn't care about anything.
She stepped on the masked man's back, pulled off the metal probe, flipped her wrist, and the stun gun retracted the spring, pulling the electrode back.
"Police, officer... I don't mean any harm... I just want to say that the road is slippery in the snow and remind you to drive carefully..."
The man in the mask stammered, and the female police officer in front of him lifted up his windbreaker, took out the handcuffs from her waist with her fingertips, and threw them in front of him.
"Cuff it yourself," the female police officer said.
The man in the mask gritted his teeth and held the butterfly knife. When his body calmed down, he suddenly became violent and planned to slash her with a knife to scare her and take the opportunity to escape. Before he could get up, his calf was kicked over, his center of gravity became unstable and he fell again.
The female police officer stood there, not looking at the masked man. She took out a lady's cigarette from the pocket of her windbreaker and looked up at Kouban not far away on the street. The co-pilot's assistant got out of the car and lit her cigarette while holding the flame with his hand. She turned away, blew out the cigarette, and cast a sidelong glance at her assistant, who was horrified and didn't know what she had done wrong.
"Take the person to the police station." the female police officer ordered.
"Then you..."
"I have my own feet," she interrupted.
The assistant nodded and dragged the masked man into the police car. Before leaving, she stuck her head out of the car window and said, "I'll be back in ten minutes..."
"Take care of it, don't worry." The female police officer folded her windbreaker, tied her belt, and walked towards Jiaoban.
The assistant opened her mouth to speak. She looked at the other person's back and was silent for a moment. Finally, she chose to shut up and lightly stepped on the accelerator to drive the police car through the Sugamo District.
……
Morimu Yalan suddenly became nervous when she heard the knock on the door. She subconsciously glanced at her watch and saw that it wasn't time yet, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
It's probably that Jun Watanabe is back. That guy sent a pager half an hour ago saying he was on the way. Fushimi Shika offered to pick him up, but he never came back. It had been almost three hours, and he was still on the way.
"Baga! Where did you two die?"
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Morimu Yalan seemed to have his throat strangled, and the scolding stopped abruptly.
The female police officer standing in front of the door brushed off the snow on her shoulders and straightened her police hat neatly. She showed a distant smile and said in a calm tone: "This is the first time we meet. I am Yui Kujo, deputy director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Call me. Both Kujo and Yui are fine.”
Morimu Yalan was really flattered now. She didn't expect Minamoto Tamako's mother to look so young, in her early thirties at most... If she wasn't so tired, she might even look younger.
Morimu Yalan stood at attention and saluted, showed respect to the officer, and then asked in a low voice if there was any change in the schedule. Ordinarily, the police inspector should first go to the police station for inspection and be received by the director in person. After all, everyone was just following the chief to support the scene, and they were not qualified for the police inspector to go there in person.
Kujo Yui took off her gloves, folded them and hung them on the pocket of her windbreaker. She folded her hands and rubbed her fingers, breathed into her palms, and said with a smile: "Come and get warm, the police station is not in a hurry."
Morimu Yalan understood clearly. She turned around and asked Kazama Takusai to go upstairs to pour tea. Then she personally moved a bench for the superior. When she passed by Minamoto Tamako, she gave her a look and asked her to get the heater.
Minamoto Tamako didn't understand the director's look. She was very nervous now. She didn't expect that the police inspector who came to inspect was actually her mother-chan. In the past, her mother was a busy person, and she couldn't even attend her birthday and graduation ceremony. Now I actually have time to see her...
No, that’s not right, Okja, you can’t think like that! Mom is here to work. She came to inspect in person in order to improve the security situation in the Sugamo neighborhood! It's work time now, and you must not let your mother underestimate you!
Yuan Yuzi snapped to attention and saluted, saying hello to the officer.
Kujo Yui didn't return the favor. She took off her windbreaker, hung it on the back of the chair, sat down leisurely, and stretched out her hands to keep warm. Yuan Yuzi was standing nearby, her saluting hand still lingering, and the air was filled with a chilling atmosphere that was even more terrifying than the Shura Field.
Kazama Takusai was holding two cups of tea. The former elite detective became a water-carrying boy. He stood at the top of the stairs, not daring to approach for a while. Moriki Yalan was even more capable of causing trouble. Looking at the atmosphere, she felt that Chief Kujo was not here. When they were talking about business, they found an excuse to pee and ran upstairs, dragging Kazama Takusai away, leaving the mother and daughter a private space to talk.
The hall on the first floor fell silent.
Minamoto Tamako's hand was a little sore. She had just released her arm, but before she could take it back, Kujo Yui said: "Did I ask you to put it down?"
(End of chapter)