What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

The night was dark, and the leaves rustled against each other when the wind blew.

A ray of coldness penetrated Feng's scalp, and she looked up, only to realize that it was snowing suddenly.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger. Although it is the first snow of this year, it has the posture of hail, and it cooperates with the violent wind, which makes the face painful and cold.

Feng raised his hand to block the snowflakes on his forehead, and suddenly, with a "pop", a black umbrella appeared on top of his head.

Who can approach oneself quietly in the middle of the night?Immediately turning around, Feng's knife was abruptly stopped in front of the man——

"If you don't hold an umbrella on a snowy day, you will catch a cold. Of course, there is also a risk of infection if the wound is soaked in water."

The man was wearing a black peaked cap, a black sportswear, and a dark complexion. His whole body was about to blend into the night, with only a few strands of bright golden hair.

"I'm meeting you for the first time. My name is Toru Amuro."

He let go of Feng's wrist, lowered his head and smiled.

Then Kaede reached out and brushed off a small piece of gray metal debris on Toru Amuro's neckline——

"Sir, did you play golf late at night?"

She lifted her chin pointingly, and gestured towards the tall golf club bag behind him. She was so close, she could smell the smell of gunpowder/smoke that hadn't dissipated, with a metallic smell.

"...It can be understood in this way."

The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Feng couldn't help laughing.

Toru Amuro sighed and smiled: "Do you want me to take you back? Because you don't have an umbrella."

"No annoying flies?"

Feng squinted.

"It's already winter."

Toru Amuro pointed out something.

"Then let's go eat first!" Hearing this, her brothers put their hands on Tou's shoulders, "I think there should be a lot of things to talk about."

The two ended up at an izakaya that was still open.

"Come to a private room," Feng waved off the excess snowflakes on his body, and sighed when he entered the warm shop, "I will be promoted next month."

"Congratulations," Toru Amuro put away the umbrella and put it in the entrance, "I can guess."

"What to eat."

Feng flipped through the menu sent by the clerk and got tangled up.

"In winter, how about some milk stew," Toru Amuro sat across from her, "This store has a signature extra spicy ramen."

"That's it!" Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Do you two want something to drink? This store offers a lot of famous foreign wines."

...It's really rude to come to an izakaya without drinking.

Feng thought for a while: "Then, how about a bottle of bourbon?"

She hasn't drank whiskey for a long time. Even if she had a dinner in the department after joining the company, she only tasted a few glasses of beer. As a good whiskey, bourbon is very suitable for rehabilitation as a spirit.

"Ahem," the person opposite suddenly choked, "It's still an ordinary sake bar, I don't want to carry a drunk."

"Well, whatever you want."

Feng put down the menu with regret, and signaled the waiter to go out.

The door of the private room was closed, and Feng picked a small pickled tomato from the table and put it into his mouth.

"Actually, I was considering whether to beat you up just now."

She was referring to the few seconds of silence between the two of them staring at each other.

"It's conceivable," Toru Amuro smiled helplessly, "In fact, you've already done it, haven't you?"

"That's not serious at all," Feng's eyes lit up, "This side dish is quite delicious."

Toru Amuro also ate one: "Well, it should be marinated with plums, honey and lemon juice, and a little plum wine? It's not like the common canned ones on the market, it should be made by the store."

"You know how to cook now... Amuro."

Feng almost bit his tongue.

"I always feel like I'm calling some anime character (referring to Gundam), how are you doing recently?"

"Normal? Life is quite peaceful."

The golf bag stood quietly in the corner, Feng quietly listened to his nonsense.

"Then I'm okay? Nothing major happened, but Hagiwara was a little angry." Feng poured sake for the two of them, and the warmed wine overflowed from the cup. "He almost died in an explosion/explosion case, One of the killers is still on the run."

"I also attended a friend's wedding." Taking a sip of sake, Feng looked natural, "By the way, the male partner is Jing Guang's brother."

"Pfft—" Toru Amuro, who was also drinking, coughed, "You're talking about Mori Fukuoka... Isn't he a policeman from Nagano Prefecture?"

"There was a joint project some time ago," Feng said all at once, "It seems that the two of them lost contact after Jing Guang graduated."

She lowered her voice slightly: "Do you know about Jing Guang's situation?"

The hot custard stew was served, with the aroma of cheese and flour, and the carrots were simmered until they were soft and rotten, and they sank with a light poke.

Feng blew off the hot air with a small mouthful, then stuffed it into his mouth boldly, chewing and chewing like a little squirrel.

"...He's fine now, you can think so." Amuro picked up a spoon and scooped up a small dish of stew for himself, "Tell me about the bombing/bombing case, why is Hagiwara so angry?"

"Evidently the order to evacuate has been issued, but that guy asked his subordinates to leave first, and stayed in the building by himself," Feng rolled his eyes, "As a result, the prisoner activated the bomb/bomb with the remote control in advance, fortunately, there was no danger in the end. "

In fact, Feng and the others were angry, but only for a while. The police, especially those who were still in the explosion/explosion/object disposal team, such life and death hanging in the balance were common and unavoidable.

Even if it were a few other people, I am afraid they would make the same decision.

"By the way," Feng suddenly stared at Toru Amuro, who was clasping his hands together facing the stew, "I have a question to ask you."

"I have a friend……"

"Are you referring to Muku, Matsuda, or Hagiwara? Or Date..."

"Shut up," Feng said, with a blue vein popping up on his forehead, "You really haven't changed at all."

"Thank you for the compliment." The smile on the corner of Toru Amuro's mouth widened a lot, but after seeing the staring gaze of the woman opposite, he still raised his hands in surrender, "I was wrong, you continue to talk."

"Forget it, I'm investigating the bombing/bombing case recently," Feng leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, "Aren't there two prisoners? One of them is still absconding, while the other is at the scene of arrest." He was hit by a truck that broke out suddenly and died on the spot."

"And later, the truck driver committed suicide in the detention center."

Amuro Toru's eyes became serious, and he frowned slightly.

"There are too many doubts."

"That's right, but the incident is so qualitative," Feng crossed his hands and put them under his chin, explaining the results of the investigation in the past few days, "... Later I went to investigate the background of the driver. He was pregnant with an eighth child. wife of months—a very, very beautiful wife."

She emphasized.

"Through some channels, I learned that the driver apparently transported the fish, but secretly also worked as a 'cleaner' for Yakuza."

"What do you think?"

"Judging from the known information, I don't think he committed suicide—this is not in line with Yakuza's style." Amuro dipped a little sake with his fingertips, leaving wet marks on the table, "The violent organizations in Tokyo have been growing in the past few years, and they are almost straightforward. They will not hide it."

Kaede Yamamura, who searched Section [-] of the Metropolitan Police Department, could only nod unhappily.

This is a fact - in the past few years, Yakuza has been growing, but the police have not acted under various shackles. The recent human trafficking case has only overwhelmed a few small gangs without pain.

In the month after she joined the job, the Metropolitan Police Department acted vigorously and decisively, and most of them ended up making wedding dresses for Brahma.

The darkness is like a nest of rats infesting everywhere, one disappears and another appears again.

"So there are two possibilities—" Toru Amuro continued to analyze, "First, he did not commit suicide, but was suppressed by Yakuza and pretended to be suicide; second, he did it voluntarily."

"Voluntary?" Feng shook his head, "Why is it..."

"You said he has a very good-looking wife, right?" Toru Amuro's eyes seemed to be darkened, "We might as well start with her... It's not that the truck driver can't find such a spouse, it's just that the truck driver can't find such a spouse, it's just that he is attracted to Ya When it comes to Kuza, the more beautiful a woman is, the more vigilant she must be."

He seemed to understand it.

"But there is still a mystery. Why did he hit the bomber/bomber? Is it to silence? Or for other interests."

Feng pinched the bridge of her nose, and she had some guesses about it... She was just not that sharp, but she wasn't stupid.

"It seems that the prisoner messed up something about Yakuza—and it was the kind of personal grudge that caused the leader."

"But..." Feng covered his forehead, "Are you sure, it's just a pregnant woman."

"Maybe I'm used to doubting everyone."

Amuro smiled self-deprecatingly, and drank the remaining sake in the glass in one gulp.

Feng looked at him with some concern. Although he could somewhat guess what he and Jing Guang were doing, they were not the parties involved, and they would not know how much pressure the other party was bearing.

"Eat something spicy." Feng pushed the signature extra-spicy ramen just served. "Eating spicy food is a refreshing thing. It can make people sweat as much as after a fight."

Moreover, it is only natural to be so hot that tears come out.

Although Toru Amuro didn't cry because of the spicy food - thanks to Feng, everyone in the police academy has somewhat become resistant to the spicy food.

Halfway through the meal, Toru Amuro's cell phone rang suddenly. He frowned and looked at the screen, and it took a while to connect.

He raised an index finger and made a gesture of silence to Feng.

"Understood, I'll go right away," he stood up to get the golf bag in the corner, "Who else...?"

Feng vaguely heard the name of Jiu, and there was another person named...Zhu Xingda?

"Sorry, I have to go," Amuro pulled his peaked cap, and a small shadow fell on half of his face, "The umbrella is left at the entrance, just take it with you."

After finishing speaking, he left the warm izakaya without looking back. When he opened the door, the howling wind and snowflakes as big as goose feathers quickly covered his figure.

"Who! Don't you know how to open the door gently when you go out!" A drunk man at the front desk waved his fist and complained with his tongue out, "I'm freezing to death..."

"Dad! You're out drinking so late again!"

Feng was also shivering from the cold wind blowing in, but before closing the box door, she heard the voice of an underage girl.

"I'm right, uncle must be here..."

And the voices of underage boys.

"Huh?...it's Xiaolan," the drunk narrowed his eyes and recognized for a while, "Why is the kid from Kudo's family here?"

"Xinyi found you!"

The girl called Xiaolan has traces of practice, it should be karate... Feng subconsciously judged, but no matter what, it is too much for a child in his early ten years to come to his parents.

Feng suddenly thought of those teenagers and girls who went on bad paths because of their irresponsible parents, and his face turned dark.

"As a parent, it's disqualifying for your child to find you in an izakaya."

She came out, rubbed her flushed face after drinking, stood in front of the two children, and blocked the misty eyes of the rest of the drunks.

"How old are you? Where do you live?" With a soft voice, she took out her police card from her pocket, "Don't be afraid, I'm a policeman."

It's already late at night, and two children can't go back with a drunk.

She looked at the adult who called Xiaolan with unfriendly eyes.

"Is he your father?"

"Hmm." The girl hid behind the boy timidly, "This police sister... my father is not a bad person, can you stop arresting him?"

"The police don't have the power to arrest drunks without reason," the boy complained, "although uncle is not wronged when he is arrested."

When Feng turned around, the girl's father was already drunk and fell asleep.

Sighing, she patted the heads of the two children: "Tell me the address, and I'll take you back."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand and lifted the 1.8-meter man with ease, leaving one hand free to embrace the two children.

"In the future, you can't still wander around so late, you know... By the way, store manager, please check out."

"Your companion has already checked out."

The store manager at the bar told Feng with a smile.