The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"I was wondering what to eat tonight?"

"uh-huh?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu raised her eyebrows, she was no longer Wuxia Ameng, she naturally heard the pun: "Don't think about it, Sister Baihe said to eat in the evening."

"...?"

Benedict at the foot of the mountain was at a loss.

Why didn't he know the news but Shi Yu did?

"Have you contacted Sister Lily recently?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's rhetorical question left Yamashita at a loss for words.

It doesn't seem to have.

"Sister Baihe knows that you have a bad relationship with Uncle Qingchang, so—"

"What's wrong with old man Matsumoto?"

Toshita Yamashita hurriedly interrupted, rolled his eyes, and stepped on the gas pedal.

The cool Mercedes-Benz sports car drove away.

"Who knows."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was shaking her left leg, smiled openly, humming a new single by Yamashita Atsuto Okino Yoko.

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"Welcome back, Duren, Shi Yu."

More than an hour later, Matsumoto's house.

Sayuri Matsumoto, who was wearing an apron around her waist, opened the door and hugged her brother whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

"You're welcome, sit down as you please."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, who was familiar with the road, assumed the attitude of being a master in the eyes of Duren at the foot of the mountain who had seen a ghost, and smiled and asked.

【Who is this...】

The corners of Yamashita's mouth twitched, and his eyes fell on the man reading the newspaper in the living room.

"Shiyu, can you do me a favor?"

"Okay~ come right away~"

Familiar routines, familiar situations.

After Shi Yu was taken away by Sayuri, Atsuto Yamashita still didn't understand who was behind the scenes.

"Shiwa's parents praised you before they left Japan, especially her father Kasumigaoka Shoichi, who was full of praise for you."

The tea on the table was still steaming, and Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who was still focusing on the newspaper in his hand, affirmed Yamashita Atsuto's efforts during this period of time in an understatement.

"They're gone? Is the wedding date set?"

"Ah, it is said that Schindler's personal project has a problem, and he needs to go back immediately to check the code problem.

As for the wedding date, it is tentatively scheduled for Christmas next year, which is after Shiwa graduates from high school.what do you think? "

"I don't care, as long as Shi Yu has no opinion."

Although he is sensitive to the festival of [Christmas], Atsuto Yamashita feels that as long as the arrangements are made properly, there should be no problem.

First of all, this wedding must never be held in Japan, it is not safe.

Secondly, this wedding must not take the risk of inviting the two gods of death.

"After that, you and the young couple can discuss and decide."

"Ah."

Atsuto Yamashita nodded his head, and then said nothing.

The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

Matsumoto Kiyonaga read the newspaper and drank seven or eight sips of tea in just one minute, while Yamashita Atsuto held a teacup and did not say a word.

"It doesn't seem to work, Miss Lily."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu was quite distressed by the silent atmosphere in the living room with her furtive head poking a little out of the door.

"Wait a minute, the two of them are used to this, and we have to change their habit."

Sayuri Matsumoto, who is a model teacher, is no different from the students in her class at this moment, holding the door frame with both hands and quietly poking her head out to watch the two figures in the living room.

"I find it very difficult."

Although an in-depth consensus had been reached with Matsumoto Sayuri in the church before, Kasumigaoka Shiwa felt that it was not a simple and easy thing to implement.

"The results of the interrogation of those mercenaries before have come out." After sipping until the tea was almost bottomed out, Kiyomaga Matsumoto finally spoke.

"What else can they ask?"

"Ask about things that concern you."

Benedict at the foot of the mountain stopped drinking tea.

"Do you know why Shiraishi Kenichi, who died in the ruins of the church, changed his name to Seto Kenichi and became a mercenary?"

Chapter 230 Six Subordinates Can't Pop The Boss's Mouth

"Whoever you love has nothing to do with me."

Atsuto Yamashita, who rumpled a cup of tea, didn't care.

If anyone wants revenge, come and catch one, come and catch two.

There are not many other things in the Metropolitan Police Department, but pork chop rice is still enough.

Besides, with this kind of mercenary nature, he doesn't believe how deep friendship can be.

"...His name is Keith, a Japanese-American."

Although things didn't go in his own direction, Kiyomaga Matsumoto bit the bullet and started to cut through this topic.

Atsuto Yamashita glanced at the transcript thrown on the coffee table, there was not much valuable information.

The only thing that the Holy Cross mercenaries knew about this Gies was from Kenichi Shiraishi.

About 45 years old, an old mercenary with more than ten years of bloody career.

Other than that, no more.

Judging from the transcript, the last time this Gies and Kenichi Shiraishi had contact was two years ago.

"Isn't this just a pimp?"

Yamashita Toshito understood in seconds, the iron-blooded Showa boy Kiyoshi Matsumoto's face froze, and he restrained himself from wanting to teach him a lesson.

Three ten minutes ago, his daughter Sayuri warned him deliberately.

It is said that the times have changed, and he is already a normal adult, so that he will not get along with Toru people with that Showa-like attitude in the future.

Today's young people don't take this kind of thing, and the people of Yamashita Atsushi are more typical of being soft and not hard.

【Turen is still so outspoken when he speaks...】

Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who was holding the kitchen door with both hands, sighed.

What a pimp, is this what he should say in his capacity.

"Shi Yu, hurry up, get the food out, get out."

The hurried Sayuri Matsumoto could only sigh with emotion that she failed again, and shouted to open the meal to break up the silent atmosphere in the living room.

Atsuto Yamashita * Matsumoto Kiyoshi's relationship easing plan A, a big failure.

"Atsuto, why is your relationship with Uncle Matsumoto deadlocked within a few words?"

After dinner, Kasumigaoka Shiyu returned to the apartment with her fiancé, opened the door and collapsed on the sofa, put her arms around the man's neck, and asked softly.

"you have a problem."

Atsuto Yamashita rested his chin on the girl's forehead and stroked it lightly, and the arc of the corner of his mouth caught her eyes in confusion.

"Although the relationship between me and old man Matsumoto is not as good as you imagined, it is not so rigid. Besides, what are you doing, a little shrimp? Just listen to Sayuri?"

"Sister Lily did the right thing."

"You guys, don't look for trouble in the future. Old man Matsumoto is the one who can't talk well. Didn't you see that Gies who even talked to me before dinner today?"

"That's not because you don't speak well."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu rolled his eyes.

"It's you who doesn't talk well, remember to tell Sayuri, and don't get involved in the affairs of me and old man Matsumoto in the future." Atsuto Yamashita, who twisted the bridge of his fiancee's nose, became a big villain.

"Ah~ it hurts!"

"Hey, it's okay to be in pain."

"You want to change the subject again?" Xiazhiqiu Shiyu was very alert.

"Transfer what? Transfer, I'm concerned about one topic right now, whether the data of the bridal shop is true." Atsuto Yamashita tightly hugged the waist that wanted to resist him, his eyes were full of desire for the truth.

Seeking the truth is his duty as a criminal policeman.

"Huh? What? Do you have objections?" Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu raised his eyebrows, and the brows were full of pride.

The perfect figure, which is close to the golden ratio, is the reason why she is always superior to her peers.

"Well, as the saying goes, true knowledge comes from practice."

Atsuto Yamashita prepared scientific research tools in the spirit of seeking truth from science and began to measure.

To show his sincerity, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu lined the road to greet each other.

Maybe the welcome event lasted so long that when she woke up the next day, it was already early in the morning.

"Well... Shiyu, you're pressing my hand..."

The man wriggling under the blanket muttered indistinctly. In his sleep, he only felt that his arms were numb.