King of 25 Cubs

My gaze scans around.

All the cabinets with drawers in the room were pulled open, things were scattered everywhere, the bookshelf was overturned, the glass of the water glass was broken near the table legs, and the sharp points reflected faint light.

Fedya's clothes were also crumpled. It seemed that he had wrestled with the murderer.

Considering the law and order in this area, the possibility of burglary is even greater.

【Does the host want to save him? 】

save?Still not saved?

At the most dangerous moment, Fei Jia chose to call me in Tokyo instead of the closest person who was most likely to help him.

He couldn't think of anyone to call except maybe me.

So can I assume that he is saying "help me" to me?

I pursed my lips and sighed.

"It's hard to eat half of the melon. I want to continue watching the follow-up of the green hat sent to heaven."

I shrugged and shot myself.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" I covered my head and wailed, "Is there any poison for painless suicide?!"

【Perhaps you can ask Osamu Dazai. 】

"If it really existed, he would have used it on himself."

I turned the hour hand of the golden clock, and countless scenes flashed before my eyes, and finally turned into rotating colorful phantoms.

In an instant, the world stopped again, and I heard the ticking of the second hand.

Time moves forward step by step, and I am standing in the corridor of the military and police headquarters.

Jono passed me by with a bagful of apples.

I didn't bother him this time.

"Takasuke."

He suddenly stopped me.

"Hey?"

I turned my head suspiciously.

"this is for you."

He threw an apple over, and I subconsciously reached out to take it.

"Are you Snow White's stepmother?" I looked suspiciously at the apple in my hand.

[Ding dong~split index +100]

Tiaoye said with a sullen face: "It was given by the enthusiastic people who rescued before."

"You? Helping people?" I opened my eyes wide, not daring to say anything: "I heard that right, right? Are you sure this apple is a gift from someone, and you didn't snatch it?"

[Ding dong~split index +200]

Before Tiaoye took out his gun, I laughed and ran away.

·

Once again, I waited by the church early.

I planned to deal with the robber in advance without alarming Fei Jia, and send him an email to remind him afterward, and just said, "The law and order is not very good recently, so pay attention to safety at ordinary times."

After all, Fedya never told me that he lived in such a place, probably to protect his pride.

I am an understanding salted fish fruit, if he doesn't want to tell me, just pretend he doesn't know.

I hid in the shadow of the church, and near the time when Fedya called me, I saw a man in a black coat with a high collar, a hood and a mask appearing near the small red building.

His pocket was slightly bulging, and from its shape, it looked like a not-so-long watermelon knife.

The murder weapon used by the murderer to kill Fei Jia was also a watermelon knife.

I walked over directly, grabbed the wrist of the man in black and twisted him behind his back.

"Wow!!"

He screamed and tried to struggle, but I pushed him to the ground.

The hat and mask fell off during the struggle, and the long straight silver-white hair slid down onto the young man's shoulders.

Hey, it turned out to be a foreigner.

It's my favorite white hair again.

The young man suddenly trembled all over, his eyeballs kept rolling back and forth in his eye sockets, and he was still muttering something.

I listened intently, and the other party seemed to be saying something like "Master", and his tone was as devout as if he was praying to a god.

Well, he's still a neurotic-looking foreigner... wait, he looks a little familiar.

【Host, he followed you on the tram. 】

I leaned closer to look at his face carefully: "So it's you!"

"You, what are you going to do?" The young man stammered, "I have done nothing wrong."

"You attacked the police."

I said coldly, and took the knife out of his pocket.

"I didn't do anything!" The silver-haired young man complained, "You were the one who did it first!"

"Not only did you assault the police, you also acted as a stalker to stalk female high school students."

Anyway, there is no surveillance around, so I confidently gave him a pair of big shiny silver bracelets.

"Come with me to the police station."

Just as he was about to take him away, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Student Yuguo?"

I turned around abruptly, and saw Fei Jia's astonished face.

He was holding a garbage bag in his hand, and he probably saw me when he came out to throw out the garbage.

"Why is Yugo-san—"

"Hey, it's Fei Jia!" I turned my head and greeted him, "I'm on official business. It's just right, you can call the police station for me and ask them to take him away."

The silver-haired young man wanted to speak, but I directly stuffed the mask into his mouth.

"Shut up you!"

Fei Jia said softly, "Student Yuguo, you...know that I live here?"

"What? Is your home here?" I showed a blank expression and pretended to be stupid: "You never told me."

For some reason, Fei Jia's gaze was completely different from before, and his temperament was completely opposite.

His gaze was still calm and far-reaching, but with a cold and condescending scrutiny that he had never seen before.

How to describe it?

As if we do not exist in the same dimension, he stood in the distant horizon, looking at me with the eyes of a god looking at a mortal.

I thought I had misread it, but just as I was about to identify it carefully, in the blink of an eye he showed me the same faint smile as before.

"Well, let's fight."

Someone from the police station came to take the robber away. Although the crime of assaulting the police was not as serious as homicide, it was enough for this person to stay in prison for a long time.

Fei Jia bent his eyes and tilted his head towards me: "Does Yuguo come to my house for a cup of tea?"

"Hey, can I?"

I hesitate.

"please."

He turned sideways and reached out to indicate the small red building.

I followed Fedya into the basement again.

The lighting in the room was a bit dim, there was very little furniture, the drawers of the cabinet were neat and tidy, and the books on the bookshelf were all in their proper places this time.

I saw a complete set of "Criminal Psychology" and several thick philosophical monographs.

"There is no teacup for making tea." Fei Jia brought me a cup of tea: "Will student Yuguo dislike you?"

"What's the matter, I also drink tea in glass cups at home."

As soon as I picked up the cup and wanted to drink, I saw Fedya sitting on the opposite chair, barefoot, legs crossed, looking at me intently.

His posture was graceful, and his speech was nothing like those who live in rat holes trying to make ends meet.

I paused, and suddenly remembered the look in Fei Jia's eyes just now.

"What's the matter?" The boy bent his lips towards me and asked softly, "Don't you like this tea?"

I cleared my throat and put down the water glass: "That—"

The phone rang suddenly, and loud music kept echoing in the empty basement.

Ding ding dong dong, ethereal and a little creepy.

"I'll take the call."

I took out my mobile phone and put it to my ear: "Captain? Um... I see, okay, go back right away."

After putting down the phone, I showed Fei Jia a slightly apologetic smile: "The team has a task, I have to go back now, I'll drink tea next time."

"Okay." Fei Jia stood up and walked me to the door, showing me a quiet smile: "Then, see you next time."

"See you next time."

After leaving Fedya's residence, my face suddenly sank.

"Not right."

What exactly is wrong, I can't tell.

The ringtone of the incoming call just now was an ordinary alarm clock, and the captain didn't give me any task.The reason why I pretend to answer the phone is only because I want to find an excuse to leave.

I don't know where the sense of disobedience comes from, or it's an intuition that keeps reminding me-leave, leave, don't stay there!

I decided to trust my intuition, but I still had doubts in my heart.

They are all the same person, why do they feel completely different to me?

For the next few days, I have been thinking about this question.

Seeing that I was always absent-minded, the captain arranged a task for me——

"I'm going to be an examiner?" I asked puzzled, "Is it the same as Mr. Jono who gave me a score before?"

"Every time the police academy finds a good candidate, it will report to the hound, and the official team members of the hound will personally evaluate and grade this person."

Fukuchi Sakura paused for a moment, and continued: "The good seed this time is called 'Tachihara Michizo'. I want to see if he has the talent to sneak in and investigate."

I finally got a little bit interested.

If Tachihara Michizao can do it, there will be a candidate for the undercover port Mafia, and the captain won't have to stare at me all the time!

The instructor of the police academy sent me the assessment content. What I need to grade is "disguise", and the test question is "information transmission".

Information transfer?I am familiar with this business, and the Secret Service Section will receive my complaints every now and then... No, the mission report.

However, as an examiner, the role I need to play this time is to receive the information.

Michizo Tachihara first called me: "Hi, I'm your online dating partner."

I:"???"

I quickly realized that the other party had already thought about the character setting, and also considered the risk of the phone being tapped.

Yes, alertness deserves at least an A.

"Tomorrow's meeting, how about an appointment at the Italian Mountain Garden in Yokohama?"

Italian Hills Courtyard is beautifully landscaped and is indeed the first choice for a date for couples.

"Yes." I paused, and continued: "My features are white hair, red eyes, and beauty. What are your features?"

"Short orange hair, short, handsome guy."

Li Yuan suppressed his throat, his voice was not very real, and it felt a bit mysterious—unnatural, so points will be deducted.

He said he was handsome... well, let's not wear it for now, and decide whether to wear it or not when I see him tomorrow.

If he insists on being handsome without being handsome, I will deduct all his points!

"If you only know the characteristics, you may find the wrong person."

The other party didn't know my slander, so he continued: "There are three codes. In the first sentence, you said: 'Sir, I invite you to drink'; in the second sentence, I said: 'Why invite me to drink'; in the third sentence, you still said:' Because I fell in love with you at first sight."

I:"……"

Little brother, you are a little drifting.

Deduction points deduction points!

Tiaoye Caiju happened to pass by me, and said with a half-smile, "As an examiner, you must score fairly and impartially. Personal preferences cannot be mixed in the assessment."

alright!

I crossed out the deductions on the notebook blankly.

The next day, I took the tram and got off at Yamanote Station, walked through rows of single-family villas and beautifully decorated Western-style mansions, and walked towards the agreed place.

When I arrived at the Italian Mountain Garden of Tachihara Michizao, I saw a short red-haired young man wearing a top hat at the end of the stairs from a distance.

He was leaning against the stone wall behind him, facing me sideways, with his head slightly lowered, only a corner of his white and delicate jaw line could be seen, his arms were impatiently folded on his chest, as if he was waiting for someone.

The young man was wearing black gloves, and the cuffs were rolled up a few times, revealing a jade-colored slender forearm; he was wearing a stylish black coat, probably custom-made, with a stylish choker around his neck, The silhouette of the whole person is saying: I am rich!

Why do you want to be a policeman with so much money?

Speaking of which, Jono is also very rich, and is the big boss of several trading companies.

Probably, only if you are not short of money, you are eligible to pursue your dreams.

I complained in my heart, and I walked in front of "Rihara Michizao" and said the code in a serious tone: "Sir, I invite you to drink."