The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Stop, turn off the car, and unbuckle your seat belt.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was wearing white T-shirts, took out from his pocket a bar computer that seemed to him quite old-fashioned, and flipped through his previous messages with Kasumigaoka Shiwa.

[That's right, it's here. 】

Looking up at the sign above the door of the bookstore, Atsuto Yamashita took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth, looking around.

The diffused sweetness gradually cleared away the fatigue and discomfort caused by the long-time driving of Yamashita.

"I read the volume of "Love Metronome" back and forth five times, and then I finally understood why the heroine..."

Stepping into the store, there is a signing event in a conspicuous place.

The excited and fanatical boy sorted out his views on the novel and the characters in front of Kasumigaoka Shiyu. Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who originally signed with a smile on his face, was surprised when he heard this.

Did she think so much when she wrote these paragraphs?

She, the original author, never thought of those so-called puns.

But... Strange is strange, this feeling of being valued by fans is really good, ten thousand times better than some stinky man's criticism.

"Thank you for your approval. I will try my best to write better works to repay your trust." Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu wrote his name on the title page with a smile, and after writing his blessings, he handed the book back to him The boy with the same expression on his face.

This made Yamashita Atsuto who was eating melons and watching the show a little confused.

It's been a long time. After all, the memories of the two anime "Passerby Heroine" and "Conan" are his memories of watching them in his previous life, and Atsuto Yamashita only remembers a vague idea about their plots, but this kind of animation is similar to He felt that he should remember the origin setting correctly.

Didn't it mean that Kasumigaoka Shiyu would also become interested in the fanatical fan An Yilun, and then have an intersection since then?

What is going on with this calm attitude right now?

The Butterfly Effect?

Toshito Yamashita was thinking, but he didn't seem to have done anything.

"Mr. Yamashita, hiding here is not something a policeman should do, right?"

Just as he was thinking about it, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the ears of Toshita Yamashita.

"I'm just here to attend the autograph session, Ms. Machida." Raising the "Love Metronome" in his hand, Atsushi Yamashita said without looking back.

"Light novels like "Love Metronome" are at most deceiving young nerds who have not experienced much in the world, giving them a fake love fantasy and emptying their wallets. You said this sentence at the beginning Bar?"

Machida Sonoko leaned on a bookshelf that was as tall as a person, and looked at the man in front of her playfully: "Shi Yu was very angry at the beginning."

"No way, my boss still likes this kind of light novel. For the sake of my future, I can only bite the bullet and ask for sick leave to attend the autograph meeting."

Atsuto Yamashita turned around and pulled Miwako Sato out without blinking.

"I'm really sorry for asking you to make a special trip, Mr. Du Ren."

The voice that came from behind leisurely caused a strange look to flash in the eyes of Duren Shanxia: "Shi Yu, are you—"

Before Yamashita Atsuto finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Kasumigaoka Shiwa snatching the book from his hand, writing his name and blessings to Miwako Sato like a snake.

"A man like you who is slippery and inconsistent, even if your boss receives this gift prepared for her, I'm afraid he won't take you seriously."

Suppressing her unhappiness, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu threw the "Love Metronome" into Yamashita Toruto's arms, squinted her eyes, and spoke nonchalantly.

[Miss Miwako Sato, please don't be deceived by this man's appearance. 】

Glancing at the words of blessing on the title page, the corners of Yamashita Atsuto's mouth twitched.Looking at Kasumigaoka Shiyu who turned around and went back to sign, she wanted to say something, but couldn't form a complete sentence for a long time.

Chapter 2 Accompany me to the art gallery next weekend

The signing session ended and the crowd gradually left.

The sparsely scattered staff began to withdraw from the bookstore. Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who had nothing to do, refused Machida Sonoko's invitation to take a ride, and leaned against the full bookshelf, waiting for someone to arrive.

"Aren't you going to talk to your fanatical fan about the plot?"

Atsuto Yamashita with a lollipop in his mouth came as she expected, but the words that came out of his mouth made Xiazhiqiu Shiyu narrow his eyes slightly: "It seems that you seem to be interested in that man named An Yilunye's young man is very caring, Du Renjun."

"What, is he a criminal?"

"of course not."

"I'm just a little curious."

"A fanatic nerd who can read your book five or six times, aren't you curious?" Atsuto Yamashita spat out the white plastic stick in his mouth, habitually took out his pocket, and took another lollipop into it. mouth.

"No."

"Compared to An Yilun, I'm more curious about why a certain policeman who said yesterday that he was going to work today appeared here."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu put her hands behind her back, her legs wrapped in bright black stockings stepped forward, and approached step by step the man in front of her who had "belittled" her own novels several times.

The sound of the kicking and collision of the round-toed leather shoes on the floor of the bookstore is particularly crisp.

The hem of the white short shirt, submerged in part of the brown pleated skirt gradually "overflowed" as Kasumigaoka Shiwa raised her chest and raised her head.

The milky white headband couldn't restrain the black hair hanging down to the waist, and the eyes under the bangs on the forehead flickered with unknown meaning.

"The boss saw that it was too hard for me to go to work even though I was sick, so he specially granted me a sick leave to see a doctor."

"Since I'm idle anyway, why don't I come and see how your signing is going."

"It's a pity. At first, I thought your autograph meeting was just two or three kittens. This kind of fake love fantasy really poked the hearts of those two-year-olds."