Social animals don't deserve love

"Huh? Don't be joking! Assisted suicide? What nonsense are you talking about!" Sugita turned around and walked away, hearing the woman behind her with a smile: "If I'm lying, why do you want it so urgently? get away?"

"Are you crazy! What about the evidence? If you can't find the evidence, you will see the court. Even if you kneel down crying and begging for forgiveness, you will never be forgiven! Crazy!"

He stood on the side of the road and shouted loudly, trying to divert his attention to achieve his goal: "This woman is crazy, hurry up and call the nursing home..."

Yada Fuyuki let go of the hand holding the door, and walked down the steps steadily: "Isn't this the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department? You can apply for the police to use violent means to restrain mentally disabled people with dangerous tendencies. Why use a phone."

She raised her head and blinked her eyes, and sighed in an extremely gentle voice: "As for the evidence, it's in the victim's mobile phone. Don't you forget what you once complained to your lovers?"

"Or, do you think that by unilaterally deleting information records, no one can find out the secrets left in the airwaves?" The woman looked helpless as if she was looking at a student who was distracted in class: "I have to reasonably doubt the award for you." Whether the human cerebral cortex of the diploma and degree certificate is still functionally complete, if you really have these things."

She walked down the steps step by step, and the street lights left several twisted black shadows behind her, as if she was about to break free from the darkness and open her teeth and claws to devour someone.Every step the woman took was like stepping heavily on Sugita's chest, forcing him out of breath.

"Don't come here, don't come here! Ah——!"

The hidden silt is about to be dug up, how can it be!

Sugita staggered back a few steps, trying to avoid her shiny black eyes.

"I'm not a police worker, and I don't have any principles or constraints that must be followed." Yada Fuyuki waved the investigator's ID with a smile: "When a criminal report is involved and someone clearly points to the evidence, the police can Investigate you."

The murder that happened in the coffee shop had nothing to do with him on the surface, so she wasted so long listening to this guy's nonsense.

"Hey, obediently go in by yourself, or be caught after escaping, the severity of the sentence is completely different, have you thought about it. Me, or the gun... which one do you choose?"

Unknowingly, she was so close that she could almost count the eyelashes, only then did he suddenly realize that the prey was himself.

The feeling of being cornered by a weak person who has always been underestimated is simply too much.

Resentment, and a deep-seated baseness like grease on the firewood fuels the rage.If you dare not challenge the strong, you can only vent your evil thoughts on the weak; dissatisfied with the life of following the crowd, so you want to manipulate others.Indulging in the hypocritical desire for dominance, Sugita loses all sense of reason when he is kicked off a high platform.He reached out to push the woman in front of him—without this person, no one would be able to see through the fog.

right!Shut up this woman, let her disappear, and no one can reveal the secret he hid under the pond.

But before he touched Yada Fubuki's shoulder, a force came from behind that pushed him down and pressed him to the ground.Sugita tried to fight back with a struggle. The force value of this "brave" man...was not very good. Fortunately, he had a pre-emptive advantage. After some entanglement, the cold metal handcuffs locked his wrists behind his back.

When the passers-by saw the formation, they all scattered far away, and they were afraid that they would also be brought into the bureau for tea.

"Do you want to send it to the Metropolitan Police Department?" Ango Sakaguchi hurriedly got up from the suspect, almost tripping over the hem of the suspect's clothes.

Ever since he saw the text message from Dazai, he has fallen into a slump with no intention of working.Fortunately, there is no second voice in the Supernatural Secret Service Section except for the chief, so the glasses simply rubbed and chewed all the principles and the like, and for the first time gave him the green light to leave work early, sneaking I watched all the way behind my ex-wife.

Of course he could see that Fuxue was playing with others with ulterior motives, otherwise he would have just knocked him to the ground, which would be an overestimation of his strength...

Yada Fubuki rolled his eyes to look at the sky and the ground, but he didn't want to see his ex-husband: "Mr. Sakaguchi, because of our friendship for so many years, let me remind you: It is illegal to follow and spy on others without an agent certificate."

It took at least an hour to talk to this guy, and the Supernatural Secret Service went bankrupt?

"Then let's report one more person by the way. It's best to hand over the task of monitoring detention to the Armed Detective Agency." Yasugo Sakaguchi wanted to lift Sugita up from the ground handsomely, but after trying a few times, he found that this matter was beyond the reach of the police. Within his ability, he had no choice but to seek help from the police.

Sugita, who fell on the ground, cursed naturally, and Ango Sakaguchi squatted down and took out his ID to show him: "I already know the crimes you committed. Ah, by the way, this is the first time I have seen a person with supernatural powers?"

"Don't be nervous," he stood up, seeing Sergeant Sipu come out of the Metropolitan Police Department building: "Mind if I do a favor?"

"Ah?" Ji Pu couldn't quite understand the atmosphere between the two.

It's okay if you say anything, there is an inexplicable illusion of swords being drawn; but when it comes to what they think of each other, Mr. Sakaguchi puts his posture too low.

Of course he knew that the black-haired young man in front of him was Ango Sakaguchi, the youngest chief of the Supernatural Secret Service in the past, and all cases related to supernatural abilities would eventually be submitted to him.Not to mention how familiar the two sides are, at least daily cooperation is inevitable.

——I have never seen Ango Sakaguchi talking to anyone so... so softly.

"Has the application been submitted, has the report been written, and has the information been sorted out?"

This kind of fatal triple combo is the well-known normal state of Mr. Sakaguchi, okay?

"[The Theory of Depravity] couldn't be more convenient for finding evidence, and let Fubuki get off work early and go back to rest. I don't think you will have any objections, Sergeant Jipu!"

The young man patted the dust on his clothes and didn't think there was any problem with such double standards.

But Sergeant Yuura is a serious and responsible person, he chose to consult Fubuki Yada: "Miss Yada, is this person related to supernatural powers?"

"No, I think the doctor should have come to a conclusion? About the murder case involving two people in the afternoon." She smiled and said the answer: "The murderer is the lady in the fisherman's hat, the tool is tetrodotoxin, the medium It's a self-service sugar cube from the bar. The hazelnut latte is strong enough to cover up that little anomaly."

The waiter said that the lady in the bucket hat specifically told to wait for the appointment to arrive before making drinks.There is obviously no harmonious and friendly relationship between the two, and she doesn't have to be so considerate.The coffee was brought to the table by the waiter, neither of them had the chance to touch each other's cups, but at the same time they collapsed to death due to a toxin attack. The self-service sugar cubes have been tampered with, and there is no surprise that a small dish of condiments appears on the table in advance.

"Really! That's great, we are having a headache about the media." After listening to her explanation, Officer Ji Pu nodded: "Understood, I will ask someone to track down the lady's recent shopping list, I believe it will be soon. Gained something. But... what does all this have to do with this gentleman?"

Even if someone looks suspicious, the police can't do anything to him without evidence. This guy, isn't he the last one to take the record!

Fubuki Yada showed him the mobile phone in his hand: "Mr. Sugita also has a number specially used to contact lovers, please check it out. By the way, you know why the lady wearing a fisherman hat chose that coffee shop to commit suicide And poison another lady?"

"Why?" Officer Cipu was taken aback by her question: "Isn't it because of the drink?"

Ango Sakaguchi raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "No matter which one's hazelnut latte tastes the same."

"Because they are both Mr. Sugita's lovers." She lowered her eyelids and revealed a pure black smile: "They were induced to know each other's existence, and they were at odds with each other. So I accused Mr. Sugita as an investigator of the Armed Detective Agency Two counts of abetting homicide and assisting suicide."

Sugita: It's over.

He didn't recover until he sat on the regret chair. The police officer's questioning was ignored, and the man stared intently at the long-haired woman standing outside the glass wall of the interrogation room: How do you know all this!

The police officer who was ignored looked out with embarrassment on his face: Ms. Yada, can I trouble you again?

She whispered something to the police officer beside him, who nodded and opened the door of the interrogation room to let her in.

"Let me guess what you said to them..."

Yada Fubuki walked into the interrogation room, came to Sugita and bent down to look at him softly: "I love you, but because of her, I can't continue to love you."

In a trance, he seemed to see himself making similar expressions and saying similar words to those women after carefully designing a farce.

Why, why does this woman know these things that are impossible to be known.

"You're wondering why I know things that are impossible to know, aren't you?"

She stood up and walked to the opposite work table. The two police officers squeezed together and moved a spare stool from the corner for her to use.After thanking them for their demeanor, Yada Fubuki sat down and sighed: "The lady in the fisherman's hat has unhealed burns on her face, and scars left by cutting her wrists. Not only for women, no matter who you are, there is no absolute The reason must not allow herself to appear in public places with such a desolate appearance. But she was so anxious that she didn't even go through the discharge procedures, and ran out with the bracelet issued by the hospital to inpatients on her wrist..."

"Isn't it surprising that it took a considerable amount of time to stand outside an ordinary coffee shop in this situation?"

One of the girls in the date group said that when they came outside the cafe, they saw a woman in a bucket hat peering in for a long time through the glass.

"She's looking at someone who makes her look at someone even if she hurts herself. As for why," Yada Fubuki threw the phone on the table with a "boom" and said, "I spent an hour trying to rule out your suspicion, but it's a pity Failed. Mr. Sugita, is it interesting to manipulate a woman who loves you deeply to kill another lover who is a threat to you?"

Although it was a question sentence, her voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible.