The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Is this a breakup?"

When the people at the foot of the mountain heard it, they were happy.

Valentine's Day breakup, a good sign: "Happy breakup, happy breakup, you can find something better."

"You seem to be very happy?" Xiazhiqiu Shiyu glanced at the man who sent him blessings, and raised his eyebrows.

"Xiao Shiyu has grown up, and knows how to identify scumbags, not bad." Toshito Yamashita drove the car into the parking lot of the Medieval Art Museum, his face full of relief.

"No, why does this tone sound like I am your father?"

Throwing the cigarette case in the car, Yamashita Atsuto who popped a lollipop into his mouth muttered indistinctly, and locked the car.

To be on the safe side, he even walked to the side of the passenger seat and bent down, and pulled the door to see if it was closed properly.

The door is not locked, so it is easy to be stolen.

"You, do you want me to call you that?"

——? !

The hot air lingering around the earlobe is like a naughty girl in the dead of night, the rubbing of the chin and the ear pinna makes Yamashita Toru subconsciously straighten his back and turn around.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu held the computer bag in both hands, and stared at him with a smile: "Bah, scumbag."

"........."

"Speak well, you are inexplicable every day." The inexplicably throbbing heart returned to calm, and Yamashita Toshito threw the car keys in his hand to the girl with a brain-dead.

The car door has been locked, so you can go to the art gallery with confidence.

"Won't you lift my computer bag for me, Mr. Du Ren?"

"Probably not. I just went to the clinic for an examination, and the doctor said that my physical fitness is relatively poor, and I can't lift my hands or carry it on my shoulders."

"Which clinic diagnosed you with kidney deficiency?"

"I suggest that you write novels in the future, don't write those romantic ones, change your genre and change your mind."

"Did you know that you can write two novels at the same time?"

"No, you can't, because you don't have two interchangeable brains..."

The verbal confrontation between you and me has never stopped. Two figures, a man and a woman, walked into the exhibition hall of the art museum side by side. The medieval-style paintings washed the hearts of every visitor.

"It's amazing...these paintings..."

In any case, it can be regarded as content creation. Kasumigaoka Shiyu also has a little bit of art, and he can more or less appreciate the amazingness of these medieval paintings.

"Mr. Bento?"

"what happened?"

"Is there anything special about this painting?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu wanted to continue looking at the flowers, but the man beside him stood still in front of a painting called "Punishment from Heaven", as if he was fascinated.

【This painting, I feel a little impressed......】

[I remembered, that murderous old man in the art gallery! 】

The paintings with profound meanings evoked the memories of Atsuto Yamashita that were buried deep in his mind.

The outline of the case where an old man who was supposed to take care of himself became obsessed because of an untrustworthy boss, and accepted punishment calmly after going astray gradually became clear.

[This painting can still be released for exhibition... It's just that the old man hasn't started killing people yet? 】

"Curse."

"The knight of justice wears heavy armor and uses all his strength to slay the demons that are causing trouble in the world."

"Young man, that's a great picture, isn't it?"

The old man in suits and leather shoes appeared behind Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu at some point, looking at the paintings on the wall like Yamashita Toshito, with a bit of emotion in his tone.

"Indeed, a great painting."

"I just don't know, will the knight who is stained with the blood of the devil be depraved?" Atsuto Yamashita turned around, looked into the eyes of the old man in front of him, and smiled.

"Yeah, who knows."

"Excuse me, who are you?" Xiazhiqiu Shiyu looked curiously at the old man who appeared beside him.

"Look at my memory."

The old man slapped his forehead, and kindly reported his family name: "My surname is Ochiai, and I am the director of this art museum."

Chapter 18 As expected of a Showa macho

"Is the curator of this art gallery..."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu was a little surprised.

This curator Ochiai, who is still active in the front line at an age, can basically be said to stand out from the crowd of masters she knows.

"Now there are not many young people who like this kind of paintings like you." The old man named Ochiai stroked his gray beard, and his tone was a little emotional and a little lonely.

This may be one of the reasons why the museum is about to close down.