How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Mu Mu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes looked at the lower right corner, making a memory look.

Officer Takagi next to Megumi was very active, rolled his eyes, and quickly added:

"Is Officer Xinhai talking about the bomb disposal cop just now? That guy is very strange. He has always had a scruffy beard, and he has never seen his boss take care of him..."

Officer Meguro seemed to finally remember, and glared at Shibu Takagi, who hurriedly closed his mouth and straightened his back.

"The officer's name is Fangmura Hirohiko."

Mu Mu opened his mouth, his face was a little dignified, he said after deliberation:

"He was also a very strong policeman when he was young. He has been working in the Nagoya City Police Department. I remember that he seemed to have been transferred to Tokyo to work for a while."

Takagi Shibu next to Officer Meguro showed an unbelievable expression, his eyes widened exaggeratedly.

"When I went to the Aichi Prefectural Police Station for an internship, that guy wasn't—"

"But, something happened later." The Mumu Police Department specially emphasized the word "but".

"I'm not very clear about the specific situation. It seems that the final result was that his daughter died, and he was completely devastated. His current boss is the same period he was in that year, and he is fairly tolerant."

"So that's how it is." Takagi's voice lowered, showing a look of guilt and embarrassment, and his face flushed red.

is that so?

Xin Haikong nodded, but there were still many doubts in his heart.

The police in Nagoya City, who can open bills and are highly skilled, their daughter died many years ago...

Ah, this familiar premonition, Xin Haikong couldn't help sighing.

The main reason is that now that he understands how to use the timeline, he is really afraid of those links that recall the past.

As soon as others began to recall the past, Xin Haikong began to speculate whether he was involved in it.

Yoshimura Hirohiko has only been transferred to Tokyo to work. If his daughter had an accident, it should have happened in Nagoya, and it should have nothing to do with him.

I hope so.

"Looking at the police department, most of the passengers on the train have been safely transferred to another train, only these are left-"

Xin Haikong looked around and wanted to explain the situation to the Mumu police department, but his words suddenly stopped, and his amber pupils shrank suddenly.

that man!

The blond-haired man who was leaning against the aisle just now is no longer in the carriage!

He and Officer Mumu had been stuck in the middle of the carriage, and just now he was watching Matsuda and the others walking towards the back carriage.

The only road was blocked, and it was impossible for the other party to get from the No. 1 car to the back car, so the blond man could only—

"Officer Xinhai! Where are you going!"

Shinkaikura quickly ran under the car, leaving Takagi's call behind.

Standing outside the train, he looked around, and the blond man was nowhere to be seen on the platform.

hateful! Are you moving so fast?

He didn't believe in evil, so he trotted all the way up the stairs. The connection between the platform and the stairs on the upper floor was thin and long, and there were many steps. It was indeed a little hard for him to run. His face quickly turned red and he was gasping for breath gas.

The cold wind poured into the man's throat like a knife, making him a little nauseated.

What's even more uncomfortable is that he ran all the way to the exit, but still didn't see the other side.

The action is so fast!

The man should have gotten out of the car when the police got in the car. He left the train station when Shinkai was thinking about the identity of Hirohiko Fangmura.

He hadn't even asked the other person's name.

But it doesn't matter, Xin Haikong thought about it and calmed down.

The other party is obviously taking the initiative to contact him. Since he will come for the first time, he will definitely come again for the second time. He just had to wait quietly.

And the other party left so quickly this time, but it made Xin Haikong affirm a little - he was afraid of the police.

The blond man chose to leave the first time he saw the police, obviously unwilling to stay in a place with police for a long time.

The probability that he is a winery is far greater than the probability that he is a red party.

Maybe there is a chance in the future, you can knock on the side of the gin.

"Hu-Xinhai, police officer, I finally, huh, catch up with you."

Behind him, Officer Takagi also trotted all the way, panting heavily at this time.

Xin Haikong stood there and watched the other party take a deep breath, and said slowly:

"Officer Xinhai, why did you suddenly run out? Did you find someone suspicious?"

"Me," Xin Haikong paused, recalling that he was indeed chasing out at an extraordinary speed.

He frowned and tried to make up for it, "I", his amber pupils circled.

The open mouth closed awkwardly.

I really can't find a reason why I'm chasing it out.

Xin Haikong simply nodded, directly borrowing Takagi's guess.

"Yes! I did see a strange man in a black jacket just now, so I ran after him."

While talking nonsense, he glanced at Takagi's trusting eyes, and searched around with his peripheral vision.

"It turned out that after chasing it out, I found out that what he had in his hand was actually a cleaning tool."

Xin Haikong pointed at a cleaner he had managed to find.

The other party was near the station entrance, and he was indeed dressed in black—that was work clothes.

He held a strange long stick in his hand - it was a mop.

The cleaner noticed their gaze, especially the look in Takagi's searchlight-like gaze, and was looking at them with a bewildered expression.

"Oh, so that's the case, shall we go back?"

"Of course, Officer Mumu still has some unfinished business."

·

Corn Market.

Two tall, slender men walked side by side.

The one on the left had black hair lying on his head obediently, a light brown Band-Aid was attached to his fair cheeks, and his amber eyes shone finely under the crystal lights of the shopping mall.

The one on the right has messy curly hair, a pair of sunglasses on his handsome face, and he walks with wind, a little bit of a fight.

Those who go shopping in the afternoon are most likely to be girls.

Therefore, a large part of the guests who come and go are girls. At this time, there are countless eyes looking at the two handsome guys walking side by side.

The shy one might just glance at it for an excuse, but the more daring one almost didn't hold up the phone to take a picture.

Xin Haikong felt uncomfortable under this kind of gaze.

That guy Matsuda was thick-skinned, and when he put on his sunglasses, Quan thought he didn't see it.

Xin Haikong couldn't take it anymore, so he went into a random shop, bought a cap and fastened it on his head to cover his forehead. The shadow of the cap covered most of his face.

The sight around him finally became less, and I don't know if there were really fewer people looking at him after wearing the cap, or if he couldn't see others because of the cap.

"As for it?" Matsuda sneered impolitely.

"The famous Xinhai police officer is also starting to be afraid of being watched by girls? I think you like to be in the limelight, and you appeared on TV not long ago?"

Xin Haikong glanced at Matsuda suspiciously, this guy has been weird since he saw him on the train.

I didn't know what was going on before, probably because I got into trouble with myself, and I ignored him for a while.

It was only after the police's review work was completed that he walked up to him in a twisted manner, raised his hand and put a band-aid on the wound that had already healed on his face, with almost no strength. Let the wound open a second time.

A classic example of good intentions doing bad things.

In his strong cry of pain, the guy finally managed to regain a little bit of normalcy.

Pull him to take him to the mall to buy a new mobile phone.

His original cell phone was a flip button machine that fell out of his pocket while on the train. Not only did he have to buy a mobile phone, he also had to reissue a calling card.

It was almost time for the end of the review get off work, and Xin Haikong was not in a hurry to report back to the Metropolitan Police Department. Fortunately, he went to the nearest rice flower mall with Matsuda.

But if he had known that there were so many people in the rice flower mall, he would not have come.

And for some unknown reason, a large part of the people staring at him were high school girls who refused to go home and do their homework obediently after school.

How did he not know when he became so famous among Japanese high school girls?

Matsuda Jinping is very clear why Xin Haikong has such a high popularity among female high school students.

He recalled the gossip magazines he had confiscated from the group of female police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department, and he couldn't help but shudder.

He was walking down the aisle after dinner that day, when a little girl who had just entered the Metropolitan Police Department walked recklessly and bumped into his arms head-on, and the magazine she was holding fell to the ground.

On the flipped open magazine at the top is a full-body photo of his cute and amiable junior in a police uniform. There is also a line next to it.

What specific word, he really does not want to recall.

In short, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to pull out a Buckingham Palace.

Matsuda turned his head and glanced at Xin Haikong, whose face was flushed red, and shook his head.

It's better not to tell Xinhaijiang, really, this guy has to die until the past.

It might be possible to kill him on the spot.

Or bankrupt the magazine? It always feels like something that Xinhaikong can do.

For the safety of everyone's life, health and property, it's better not to let Xin Haikong see that gossip magazine.

Matsuda suppressed his smile and turned to look at Xin Haikong.

"Shaoyin and Yang are so angry, aren't you going to bring me to buy a mobile phone?"

Xin Haikong went back unceremoniously, speeding up and taking a few steps forward, trying to distance himself from Matsuda.

"Then you didn't buy your phone?"

Matsuda held back his smile and frowned. He wanted to fight against him, and he accelerated a few steps to catch up with Xin Haikong.

Matsuda's height is a little taller than Xin Haikong, and his pace is naturally a little bigger. Every time Xin Haikong just pulls away, Matsuda can catch up with no effort.

It's always Matsuda who has the upper hand in this game.

Xin Haikong tried a few times, finally realized this, and stopped the childish game, just as they were about to go to the counter that sold mobile phones.