The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Sitting in the car, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu took off her shoes, kneading her calf wrapped in black silk with her fair fingers, as if she didn't care about the possible danger of getting naked.

"lack of training."

Yawning, Atsuto Yamashita lost interest. After looking at the time, he took out his mobile phone and sent Yumi Miyamoto a text message: [Sorry, Yumi-senpai, I probably won't be able to go to the sorority tonight, doctor I suggest that I get a good night's rest. 】

"Who are you messaging?"

Kasumigaoka, who was rubbing her calf, froze in her hands.

"Colleagues from the Metropolitan Police Department, you invited me to the fraternity party. It's a pity that I have a new hairstyle, alas."

Benedict at the foot of the mountain felt melancholy.

"Sorority?"

After hearing the words, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu immediately became vigilant.

What day is it today?

Valentine's Day!

"Let's go, go home and have dinner." Atsuto Yamashita, who was resigned to his fate, glanced at the news of Yumi Miyamoto's return, stopped the hand holding the cigarette, and took a lollipop into his mouth instead.

"Isn't it a sorority, don't you go?"

"I can't go, there is still a case to be dealt with tonight."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was steering the steering wheel, curled his lips in boredom, and Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hummed a pleasant little tune.

Buy food, get home.

Cook, eat, wash dishes.

Seeing the clock pointing to eight o'clock in the evening, Kasumigaoka Shiwa smiled and handed the bento box that had been prepared to Yamashita Atsuto: "I prepared it for you, a bento for working overtime at night."

"Be careful of staying up late and getting bald."

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In the dead of night, inside the Medieval Art Museum.

The sound of footsteps and metal collisions gradually sounded in the empty corridor.

A figure wrapped in pitch-black armor and holding a sharp sword walked along the long corridor in the hazy moonlight.

"As expected of a Showa macho."

"This armor that weighs tens of hundreds of kilograms can still move freely on the body."

——? !

who? !

The pupils of the figure inside the armor suddenly shrank, and in horror, subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand!

In the art gallery at this point in time, there should only be two security guards who he deliberately arranged to patrol!

But this voice was not those two security guards at all!

Snapped!

The lights on the long corridor suddenly came on, and the knight in armor appeared in front of the armored knight with a bento box leaning against the wall and feasting.

"Hiccup~"

"Chocolate wagyu rice, would you like to try it?"

Hiccupping, Totsuto Yamashita raised the bento box in his hand and extended an invitation to the knight with a smile. There were still a few white rice grains at the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped off.

Chapter 19 Whether a knight falls or not depends only on his will and choice

"Don't be so nervous, I have no ill intentions towards you."

"Otherwise I wouldn't be eating here, would I?"

After finishing the last few bites of wagyu rice, Yamashita Toruto bit the last bite of chocolate, and threw the garbage into the trash can not far away in front of the medieval knight.

Zheng!

The sharp long sword stabbed mercilessly, and the head of Toruto Yamashita, who had just finished throwing garbage and was still facing the knight, tilted his head slightly to the right, and the flickering sword blade brushed past his cheek .

【what? ! 】

Before the surprised knight had time to react, his chest was hit hard!

Reflexively, Atsuto Yamashita, who was thrown out with a whip leg, directly caused him to hit the cold wall with his body and armor!

The tyrannical force made him cough uncontrollably!

"Forget it, you're not a local hunk, a Showa hunk."

"So you are still old enough to beat me."

Atsuto Yamashita came to the temporarily incapacitated knight with a smile on his face, knelt down and reached out to take off his helmet, and the sweaty face of the curator of the museum, Ochiai, was immediately exposed to the light!

"Good evening, Director Ochiai."

Dang!