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?Munakata Reiji skillfully opened the phone and clicked on an unread email in the mailbox. Now he has been able to read this richly illustrated letter, which can be called a love letter, without changing his expression.

How would you react if you received a confession email from a stranger?

Turn a blind eye?Reject immediately?Or keep an ambiguous distance along the way?

For some unknown reason, the calm and calm King Qing did not inform his subordinates of the leakage of his cell phone email address in time, but chose the first method. For the next three days, emails with pictures and texts would be sent every day, and then he The second decision was decisively made, so the email changed from one email per day to one morning and evening.Now the situation is developing towards the third kind at a weird speed.

Munakata turned off the phone, crossed his hands against his chin, seemed to be thinking about a countermeasure, and there was a reflection on the lens.

About 2 minutes later, he called in his deputy.

Awashima knocked on the concealed door and said, "Director."

"Please come in."

Awashima pushed the door open and saw his boss, who seldom touches the phone, staring at the phone on the table in a daze.

Yes, it can be said to be in a daze.

This strong and beautiful woman was fearless even in the face of the flames of the Red King's fury, and at this moment, there was a slight chill in her heart.

"Awashima-kun," Munakata pushed the phone in front of Awashima, the back case slid across the table and made a slight sound, he said straight to the point, "I leave this matter to you."

Awashima picked up the phone strangely, and since her boss didn't set a password, she opened it easily, and the scene in front of her almost made her dizzy.

Her boss was unilaterally confessed like a female high school student without anyone knowing, and continued to suffer harassment at an average rate of two letters per day. Awashima quickly flipped through and found that the earliest one was already ten days old. forward.

--Awful!

"I will handle this matter properly, please don't worry, the director." Awashima put the phone back to its original place with a dazed expression, and almost floated out of the director's room, although the madness in her heart made her want to take a picture of her phone into someone's head.

The passing Daoming Temple hid behind the wall in time, and the instinct of small animals to seek good fortune and avoid disaster made him clearly realize that the deputy chief in front of him, who looked like a walking dead, was terrifying!

It has to be said that Mingji's words came true. When Awashima kicked open the door of the office of the head of the intelligence section, Fushimi hadn't had time to withdraw his idiot, and could only cover someone's photo on the table with his hand.

"Tsk, has the deputy chief given up the basic door-knocking etiquette together with the few brains left?" Fushimi adjusted his slid glasses and sarcastically said displeasedly.

However, Awashima doesn't care about these things. If possible, she would like to go back to her office to wash her eyes polluted by Fushimi. The thing jumped with a bang.

Fu met and stared at her expressionlessly.

— Has this woman finally reached menopause?

Awashima said bluntly, "Your assistance is needed in an emergency."

Fushimi waited quietly for the next sentence.

Then Awashima showed an expression that was infinitely close to a toothache, which made Fushimi wonder if she missed the appointment time of the dentist, and she said vaguely: "A few strange emails appeared in the personal mailbox of the head of the department. I need you to investigate."

— Strange email?

Fushimi keenly sensed something unusual. He pulled the notebook on standby and asked casually, "What kind of email?"

Awashima frowned: "Do you have to ask so carefully?"

"You don't have to say it, but I don't guarantee that I can find the location of the message in time." Fushimi's tone was normal, but the content was almost threatening.

Sure enough, Awashima showed a toothache expression again, hesitated for a while, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "...It's like a confession." Then she heard someone's glasses shattered.

Fushimi took off his glasses, wiped them and put them back on.

"Are you OK?"

"...Dear man, the glasses are a bit dirty." Fushimi asked again, "Is the other party a man or a woman?"

Awashima looked at him suspiciously, did he really need to ask such detailed questions?

But she still answered truthfully: "The director didn't say, but things like love letters should be written by a woman." Although she subconsciously suspected someone from the red group, she couldn't compare the love letter with that person even if she tried her best. Guys equate.Awashima thought about the scene where a certain king was writing a love letter at his desk, his whiskers were almost hanging down on the table, and he shuddered.

Of course Fushimi didn't know what she was imagining, even if he knew, at most his glasses would be broken again.

Fushimi said: "I see, I will solve it as soon as possible."

Awashima's hand on the table suddenly exerted force, and he said without any ups and downs: "It's not as soon as possible, it must be immediately." His eyes fell on the corner of the photo exposed under Fushimi's arm, and the threat was self-evident .

— Tsk, this woman is really troublesome.

"I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

Awashima glanced at him condescendingly, and said, "Tomorrow morning at the latest, and I don't want the room chief to face unnecessary trouble tomorrow."

Let's just say that I'll catch someone in front of you before I get off work today!Fushimi complained silently.

After getting an affirmative reply from Fushimi, Awashima reluctantly left the intelligence department without closing the door.If it is an ordinary person at this time, he must think about whether he is hated, but for Fushimi Saruhiko, it doesn't matter. His eyes fell on the computer with a black screen, and a quite feasible plan emerged in his mind. The corners of the lips curled up suspiciously.

At that time, Barbara was rarely quiet, and Kusanagi was not there, a short text message rang, and the person lying on the couch in front of the bar moved, and turned on the phone with sleepy eyes, and his eyes widened suddenly when he saw the letter. Reflexively scolded:

"Bastard monkey!" Hatta, who wanted to throw away the phone immediately, accidentally clicked on the text message, then frowned deeply, and went out without saying a word.

XX coffee shop, something to discuss.

—that stupid monkey.

So at the same time, after sending this text message, a civil servant who left his post by the window in the coffee shop put away his mobile phone with a sly smile, pointed his finger on the wall of the water glass, and began to wait anxiously and expectantly.

Fortunately, he didn't wait as long as he imagined. About 10 minutes later, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open. When that person appeared in the field of vision, Fushimi's gaze seemed to be glued tightly with super glue. in his body.

Hatta looked around for a week, and found the source of the gaze piercing his back with very little effort.He walked up to Fu Mian with a displeased face, not intending to sit down at all.

Fushimi pointed to the opposite sofa seat: "Sit down."

Hatta turned his head, as if he didn't hear it.

"I'm fine." Fushimi folded his arms and looked behind him calmly. A waitress was standing there with a glass of ice water. Hatta blushed and sat down in embarrassment.

Fushimi sneered secretly in his heart, virgin.

Hatta, like Fushimi, didn't order anything other than the ice water he brought. In his words, anyway, they can't sit quietly and drink together.

However, there is always something different, whether it is distance or mood.

The atmosphere was a bit dull. Fortunately, Hatta was a rough man, so he started the topic impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Fushimi pressed the phone without looking up, and didn't speak.

Seeing him like this, Hatta almost flipped the table on the spot, and held down his hand on the table in time.

"you--!"

A mobile phone was shoved into his hand, successfully blocking his chatter.

Hatta glanced at him suspiciously, turned on the phone, and Fushimi was lucky enough to see the world's strongest face changer.

"What is this...?" Hatta asked with an almost trembling voice.

Fushimi swallowed the ice water in his mouth slowly, and said slowly: "Deputy Chief Awashima thinks it is a harassment letter, and most people call it a love letter."

Hatta successfully shook his hand holding the phone, and he swallowed nervously: "Writing to the boss of Qingfu?"

Fushimi shrugged with a straw in his mouth.

"I didn't write it!" Hatta exclaimed suddenly.

Fushimi stared at him blankly, wondering whether the Chihuahua's brain was missing a muscle.

"I didn't say you wrote it." In other words, a single-celled animal like him couldn't write such a thing, let alone a dead virgin.

Hatta resisted the urge to throw the phone in his face, and asked, "Then why did you call me out?!"

Fushimi put down the water glass and said: "The deputy chief asked me to solve this matter within today, and I want to use the power of Akagumi to investigate."

Hatta changed his previous panic and arrogance, he almost didn't write "You are begging me" on it.

Fushimi sneered and withdrew the phone from his hand.

Hatta saw that his face had darkened, put away his troubles, and reluctantly said: "I will go back and find a way to get brother Shishu and Brother Kusanagi to help."

"Don't tell anyone about this except Tosuke and Kusanagi."

"Brother Zun can't either?"

"Of course. The less people know about it, the better."

Hatta stared at him suspiciously, reluctantly agreed.

"In return, I can treat you to dinner after this matter is over."

"what?"

Facing Kami Hatta's tangled expression, Fushimi hid his smile and quietly clenched his hands under the table, but his face still had a stomach-acheing attitude: "Tsk, if you want to use other You can get paid in any other way, up to you."

Faced with such words, Hatta was unexpectedly angry.

"Bastard monkey, you think I'll help you just to pay for your bullshit!"

Fushimi unexpectedly didn't fight back, just kept silent.

"Really," Hatta sighed, and scratched his head helplessly, "You've always been like this, you don't want to listen to what other people have to say, well, I'm a very picky eater."

Fu Jian Wenyan sneered, his tone revealing that he didn't find joy in it: "You can even eat vegetables, so why bother?"

Hatta glanced at him and said, "That only shows that my uncle has a high taste."

Fushimi was disdainful: "It's just Misaki." As he said this, his mood suddenly became much brighter, and the clenched hands under the table relaxed unknowingly.

——This Chihuahua has always been soft rather than tough.Fushimi smiled secretly.

How could Fushimi Ape Hiko, who is exceptionally good at work, be reduced to asking for help from others? Anyone who is familiar with Fushimi's character at this time may have doubts about this, but unfortunately, the one sitting opposite is a simple Poor Chihuahua, will probably never find himself jumping straight into a trap that someone has dug.But he was not the only one caught in this trap, well, this could be regarded as a small consolation in misfortune.

Telling Jushu and Kusanagi about certain things is equivalent to telling a certain red-haired king.