How I was forced to be a boss

Hirota waited anxiously in front of the one-way window outside the interrogation room.

As a close friend of Prime Minister Kawaguchi, he was really nervous when he first knew that he was going to be sent to deal with this teacher.I have always heard about the legend of this teacher, but I have never actually met him.

In his imagination, this should be someone who is not talkative; a little gloomy - after all, only such a person can use methods that almost only pursue high efficiency and do not care about the cost; maybe a little arrogant - a common problem of geniuses; I don’t trust; I have no sense of fear at all for things that ordinary people would keep in awe of; maybe I dismiss most people, and there may always be nothing when I look at people. Probably in the world of such people, there are only a few The same special people can enter the eyes.

In fact, he thought so, and he deduced it based on a genius who was said to have a high IQ who was new to the same office. After all, he was still a grassroots. Although he heard that there was a sound file analysis, it was not within his reach.

As a result, when they met, he almost recognized the wrong person, if there is no photo.

That photo was captured very cleverly. It was a photo of a girl standing and smiling in the setting sun.On the dim seaside, the girl's pitch-black eyes seemed to be without light at all. The world in front of her was obviously rich and colorful, but in her eyes, there was nothing there, and even that little smile carried a hint of coolness.

Just looking at the photos, Hirota felt that this person should be treated with caution.

After all, the juvenile delinquents caught in the past two years, those children who don't know how to grow their brains and can play around with adults, gave him the feeling that they were too similar to the girls in the photos.

The difference is, if the person wants to do something, it's probably a lot easier than the kids.

So he had to be a little more cautious, because no one would ever know when and which point these guys with their own unique worldview were suddenly triggered and then went crazy.

The girl who appeared in front of me was completely different from the one in the photo.

Standing there softly and weakly, with a quiet breath on his body, he feels very calm and peaceful. It may not look healthy, but when he sees people, he will smile obediently and look more. It still feels a little sweet.

"He looks like an ordinary female high school student." Hirota murmured softly, but he let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this guy is not really similar to those genius juvenile offenders, otherwise even being a useless grassroots person would make him very worried about his country.

I don't know how that photo was taken, it was taken like that for a nice little girl.

When you speak, you will find that although he looks like a weak and hesitant person, he is actually very decisive in his actions.He arranged the next thing in a soft voice, and the efficiency was frighteningly high.

In contrast, Hirota began to worry about whether she could solve the matter.

Although everyone is bragging about it, it is actually just a family in essence. Even if there are such deeds, what if it becomes more and more exaggerated?

And I don't know who the young man she brought is, what interrogation experts can't do, can these two young men go in?

"This is related to my promotion..."

The more Hirota thought about it, the more nervous he became.

Through the one-sided glass, he could only see the girl's thin back.Sitting opposite was the slovenly robber.

When he saw the girl go in, the robber was silent for a moment, then showed a malicious smile, his lips moved, as if he had said something.

The girl should not have been frightened, and sat across from her step by step and slowly.

As if he had said something, the man on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilated, and he shook his head subconsciously. It was only halfway there, but he quickly calmed down.

He wanted to say something, but it looked like he was interrupted. The robber suddenly fell silent. It was probably the girl who was talking. After a while, he suddenly showed a panicked expression.

Hirota was a little surprised.

After all, the few prisoners who were brought back were a bit difficult to deal with, and this robber turned out to be the type who didn't get into it. From waking up to sitting in the interrogation room, he didn't show too many extra emotions.

The prisoner over there said something, and the girl who had been sitting upright suddenly relaxed, leaning her elbows on the table, leaning her face with her hands and looking at the other side.

As soon as this kind of action appeared, Hirota, who had been stationed in the interrogation area all year round, immediately noticed what was going on inside.

She is putting pressure on the prisoner, and she has dominated the direction and rhythm of the entire conversation.

What the hell did she say?

"Hirota!"

A furious roar suddenly came from behind, interrupting Hirota's thoughts. At this moment, the one who came striding forward was the new high-achieving student who had just thought about in his mind, Sato, a doctoral student majoring in criminal psychology at a famous American university.

"Who allowed you to let irrelevant people in?"

It was the first time that this great genius who had never looked at him directly saw his figure in his eyes.

Because this time it was a secret operation, and there were other arrangements for the follow-up, not many people knew about it. There was only one enforcement officer, one interrogation officer—that is, himself, and one receptionist.So it's normal for Sato who doesn't know anything to react like this.

In fact, he was quite puzzled why Sato was not arranged for the matchmaking, but him.After all, for such a gold-plated good thing, it is a waste to give him such a person who is going to die of old age in the interrogation department.It is estimated that the above should also think so.

At the moment, he was in a bit of a dilemma. He didn't know how to explain it. Seeing that the person was about to run to the door, Hirota hurriedly stopped him: "Satou, you can't go in."

Hirota also knew in his heart that this reason could not convince him, so he revealed a little information in a low voice: "This is a decision from above."

Sato just sneered, folded his arms, "Do you think I will believe this kind of reason? The higher-ups will send a message, bypass me, and just tell you?" As he spoke, he was about to push the person away and walk inside.

Not paying attention to Sato's cynicism, Hirota just thought in a dilemma: What should we do now?It's something that can't be publicized, and it really can't explain the situation.

"Did something happen?"

The sound of the door opening and closing sounded, and a soft voice came from behind.

The teacher came out!

Hirota turned around sharply: "Did I bother you?"

The girl blinked, "No, it's over."

Hirota's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it, and looked down at his watch, only to find that less than half an hour had passed, and he had been working on it for two hours before with no progress at all!

I can't help but have some doubts at the moment, is it a failure?Can't hold on anymore?Was scolded by the prisoner?

"It's okay, we will find another person to come over." Hirota comforted.

Now Sato wasn't in a hurry anymore, he just stood aside and watched coldly.

"Hirota, I think you are crazy about getting promoted, and you actually let such a little girl in."

"That..." The girl made a weak voice.

Ignoring the girl who seemed to want to say something at all, Sato walked towards the interrogation room.

Hirota clasped his hands together and looked at her apologetically, "I'm sorry, teacher, because of the need to keep it confidential, Sato doesn't know about you, that's why it's like this."

"Ah, it doesn't matter." The girl smiled kindly.

Hirota couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the teacher is really kind, and he wanted to kill himself who had been guessing blindly in his heart before.

"Look carefully, what is a real interrogation, little... girl...?" Sato said as he pushed open the door of the interrogation room, and then suddenly froze at the door.

"Ah, I want to say that that person has already agreed to cooperate with the police." As if thinking of something, the girl smiled softly, "After a good chat, this lady is still very reasonable."

Hirota felt that he almost didn't know the word 'compassion' and Dali.

Wait, Miss?

Feeling something happened vaguely, he ran to the door, pushed away the stiff Sato, and the scene inside came into view.

It's nothing special, it's still the same empty interrogation room, but the man sitting there at the moment has empty eyes, and the whole person is dumbfounded, without the slightest cunning like before.

It looks decadent and hopeless.

So Hirota tentatively asked: "Are you willing to tell the information about the people behind it?"

"Yes, yes." The prisoner, who was said to be a woman, smiled again when she spoke, looking very calm and normal.But under that calm surface, a looming madness escaped as if uncontrollable.

Should have been happy.But Hirota suddenly felt a little chill on his back.

What happened in the short half an hour just now?

The door of another room was also opened, and the strange boy came out.

"It's so slow, Fedya." The girl complained.

"Feel sorry."

Sato beside him suddenly pushed the man away and ran to the room over there, seeing him standing there again, Hirota also followed.

Here is another look.

The vicious man with long silver hair, although dull compared to the neighbor next door, can still make people notice that he is a living person, as if he has completely lost his consciousness here.

"It's ruined..." Sato murmured unconsciously.

The two young men were talking behind him, but Hirota had no thoughts at the moment.

He thought about the picture again.

A wry smile appeared on his lips.

"It's really scary. I knew about her a long time ago, but I can't be vigilant when I'm really around."

A word suddenly flashed in Hirota's mind—the ferocious monster is not the scariest thing, the scary thing is that the monster knows how to put on human skin, blend in the crowd, and deceive everyone's eyes.

"Hirota, who is she?"

When Sato said this, he was serious and serious, his eyes fixed on the girl, probably feeling his gaze, the girl turned her head in doubt, and then smiled politely at him.

Hirota sighed, "I really can't say," he stretched out his finger and pointed upwards, "It's an order from above."

He repeated what he said before, this time, Sato said nothing more.

The two were speechless.

The phone rang for a while, and the girl answered the phone.

"Mr. Weisman?"