Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

When opening the car door, Riya suddenly paused.

After pondering for a few seconds, considering her drowsy state, she reluctantly gave up the habitual co-pilot and went to the back seat.

The suitcases were all in the trunk, and she had packed everything before, but she looked around and found nothing, so she reached out and shook the curly-haired young man's shoulder, just as she was about to speak, she saw that the other party had already unbuckled his seat belt.

The next moment, You's black suit jacket with body temperature was handed over with one hand: "Here."

"Jing Ping-jun, the action of quickly taking off the coat is super cool."

Covered with clothes and nestled securely, Riya looked at him sideways, admiring sincerely.

There is no need to brag about this kind of thing... Looking at her helplessly, the curly-haired youth sighed in a low voice: "Go back and have a good rest."

Having said that, there is still work to be done.

Yawning, relying on the thoughts that had barely recovered from a nap, Riya took out the phone with one hand, and sent an email to the blond-haired, dark-skinned police chief, asking about something he cared about.

Then another boss.

Although Scotland is too worry-free, she is rarely called, but as a qualified liaison, Riya will report as soon as possible when she leaves or returns to Tokyo, so that the other party will not find someone when she needs it. .

It was a bit difficult to type while lying on her side. After sending the email, she put away the phone and began to close her eyes to rest.

But the thinking in the mind is still constantly active.

The plot fragments have given the appearance of the bomber, but other information still needs her own efforts, but this is not a problem.

Back in Tokyo, after her state is restored, she can use skills to forcibly reappear according to her memory.

There is another piece of information that can be used, that is, the self in another world, who once asked the talents who are skilled in using high-performance bombs in the Belmode collection organization, and then imagined that Matsuda Jinpei once cared about the source of high-performance bombs...

Did the bomber four years ago have some kind of contact with the organization, or taking a step back, at least the source of the bomb was the organization?

This point can be verified later. If the hidden dangers can be solved in advance, it is better than causing people to be worried all the time.

As for the Twilight Lodge... this word flashed through her mind, and was quickly dropped to the bottom of the list of priorities.

Although there is a faint premonition that there may be all the answers hidden there, but the uncertainty is too great, it is best to go there after dealing with other troubles and without any worries.

Of course, before that, during this period of time, you can take the time to collect information and increase your grasp of intelligence.

Forcing the exhausted brain to work, it became a little unstoppable after a while, coupled with the fact that the body of the car has been kept as stable as possible, the urge to sleep quickly occupied all consciousness, and it was unstoppable in the blink of an eye.

...just sleep for a while...it should be...it doesn't matter...

The mind was completely plunged into dreamless darkness.

The moment Riya opened her eyes due to the unfamiliar bedroom furnishings, her mind was completely blank for a moment.

However, after sitting up and looking around, she quickly realized whose room this was from the simple color scheme and the photos on the table not far away.

The black coat was casually placed on a chair not far away, and all her belongings were placed beside the pillow, she was slightly relieved.

It's understandable, her keys should have been put in the suitcase together, but not on her body, and her boyfriend's residence just happened to be next door... It's reasonable for this to happen.

But she clearly remembered that she was still in the car at the last moment... So she would sleep so deeply, this could be called a fragment, right?

But I have to say, the feeling of being replenished with sleep is really wonderful.

Although there is still some sluggishness in the brain, light thinking, and a little difficulty in concentrating, the whole person feels in a good mood.

Just when her mind was empty and she was looking thoughtfully at the group photo of five police cadets on the table, the sound of footsteps approaching from a distance called her attention.

"Are you awake, do you want some water?"

The curly-haired young man who walked in also looked like he had just woken up. The curly hair scattered on his forehead was still stained with water vapor, as if he had just washed his face.

He walked over with a glass of water, looking in a good mood, and handed her the glass casually.

...really lacking in moisture.

Holding the cup, drinking a few sips of water to wake himself up, Liya subconsciously wanted to thank: "Please take care of me, Jinpei-kun...but you can wake me up and go by myself..."

"Huh?" Matsuda Zhenping was casually watching her drink water, feeling a little helpless when he heard the sound.

"Who told me that he didn't want to wake up or walk, and he would only get out of the car if I hugged him... Are you trying to shirk responsibility so quickly?"

"..." She couldn't help but fell silent.

Although she had no memory at all, the other party's confident appearance made her feel guilty for a while.What was even more frightening was that after thinking about it seriously, she only felt more and more self-doubt.

It seemed, maybe, probably, that she might have done such a thing if she had slept in a blur?

Slightly prevailing, the curly-haired young man's lips are slightly raised.

However, this kind of behavior that damages the body should be avoided as much as possible next time.

He became serious and patiently told him: "So don't go to bed so late next time. Is work more important than your body?"

"This time is an exception..." Liya argued without confidence.

"Exceptions are not allowed," Matsuda sat up straight with a relaxed smile, and reasoned with her seriously, "Staying up to work all night will make you feel uncomfortable the next day. This will delay other things, won't it..."

While listening hard, the somewhat distracted mind is quickly distracted by other emphases.

Subconsciously nodding to show that she was listening, her attention was unconsciously shifted to the few drops of water on the ends of her curly hair, half-heartedly guessing how long it would take to fall.

——Ah, it fell, and it was flowing down the side face.

Passed through the sharp facial contours without stagnation, and continued downward after leaving subtle water marks.

"...And this is too exhausting, I can't cheer up all day today, just in case..."

Not wanting to appear too tough, his voice was deliberately lowered, but it couldn't bring back his distracted attention.

At home, he was only wearing a shirt, and the neckline had just been wet with water, and it was a little transparent. He lost the restraint of the tie that was already loose, and was almost defenseless.

This makes Liya lower his eyes a little, and he can easily observe the whole process of the water droplets rolling by... it is inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

The voice above the head stopped at some point.

I stared intently at the small drop of water until it successfully landed in the depression inside the neckline, and stopped safely—ah, it was shaken a bit, and this time it really fell.

Slightly sorry, she couldn't help sighing.

The warm air gently blew across the side of her face, and when she regained her senses and raised her eyes, Riya suddenly realized that she had been pulled too close at some point.

Staring at her little flustered expression that couldn't be concealed, Matsuda Zhenping's eyes were slightly curved, and he couldn't help showing a subtle smile.

After a brief moment of thought, he tilted his head slightly, his deep voice was a little hoarse: "...do you really want to see it?"

When the phone rang, Li Ya was in a state of slow thinking, which caused her to be dazed for a while before realizing that it should be her mobile phone.

Thinking of a possible caller, her chaotic thoughts suddenly cleared up, and she immediately pressed someone's unconscious hand: "Wait a minute, I'll answer the call."

"...Why now," the curly-haired young man buried his head in her neck and muttered vaguely, "Take it."

Glancing at the calling number, Riya couldn't help being silent for a moment.

After coughing a few times, she made sure that she sounded fine before she connected the phone: "This is Qianjing, please tell me."

"I have received the email, and I think this direction can indeed be considered," Furuya Ling, who was driving, raised his hand to support the Bluetooth headset, adjusted the radio, and said in a serious tone, "We can discuss it in detail when we return to Tokyo. "

At such a close distance, Matsuda Jinpei could of course hear who was opposite, and immediately decided to take revenge without hesitation.

"Okay," while responding, Riya subconsciously closed the half-opened shirt, but it was rubbed open again the next moment, so she had to try her best to ignore the temperature on the side of her neck, and asked calmly, "How long will it take?"

"About two hours, when I go back, I will notify you as soon as possible."

"There is also the matter of shooting..." He hesitated to speak, and finally Jiang Guling sighed slightly, "Forget it, let's talk about it when we meet."

Resisting a low cry, Riya tugged at her restless curly hair with her fingertips as a warning.

Trying to stabilize her voice, she followed her original train of thought and asked doubtfully, "But I probably haven't returned to the Metropolitan Police Department to report on my work... Did the news from Gunma County come so quickly?"

"I used other channels..." Recalling the news he just received, Jiang Gu Ling was vague for the time being, "We'll talk about this later."

"Okay, we'll talk about it later." Although she was still puzzled, she temporarily gave up asking.

While thinking about the reason why the boss refused to say it now, at the same time, there was a slight itchy touch on the side of the shoulder.

Unconsciously distracted several times, Riya couldn't help but glanced sideways, and then couldn't help being speechless for a moment.

...Is this going to make things difficult for her shoulder bones?

It was true that she was interrupted at this time. It can only be said that luck was too bad, but she didn't do it on purpose.

After hanging up the phone, Riya put the phone aside and looked at him again, feeling apologetic in his heart: "Jinping-kun..."

"I see." Slowly pulling away a little distance, the curly-haired young man lowered his eyes depressedly, reluctantly, "Work is more important, you..."

Having said that, Sensen's resentment seems to be forming a concrete shadow.

But...it's not impossible to solve it.

It was a little funny and heartbroken, Riya made a decision after thinking for a while, pressed his hands lightly on his shoulders, and interrupted the obviously insincere words: "Actually, there is still a while, Jinpei-kun, do you mind..."

The left hand was still supporting him slightly, but while speaking, the other hand slipped down lightly.

"Mind what...?"

After a few seconds of silence, his puzzled expression quickly turned into astonishment in the blink of an eye, and finally stayed in subtle forbearance.

"Well... that's it." Under the deep gaze of the other party, she coughed uncomfortably, slightly shifted her gaze, and slowed down her speech with a little hesitation, "If it can really help... "

——The remaining words were swallowed up immediately.

"Then please." The moment of contact, she heard a vague response.

"Is that Numabuchi Kiichiro actually a peripheral member of the organization?" Riya unconsciously clenched her fingers.

The light-blond young man sitting opposite her looked dark, and nodded in affirmation: "I also saw him on the old list when I was temporarily calling the peripheral members."

"I heard that the training failed to meet the standard, so he belongs to the batch that will be sent to the laboratory. I really don't know how he escaped." Speaking of this, Jiang Gu Ling felt a little helpless, "Your luck is really... …unable to comment.”

If it is bad luck, it is a fugitive murderer who has been hunted down vigorously, and he has achieved a solid achievement.

But if you go to conduct ordinary investigations, you end up encountering vicious gangsters, isn't that considered good luck anyway?

She nodded thoughtfully, seeing the waiter help bring drinks, both of them stopped talking at the same time.

Subconsciously took the cup with his dominant right hand, and the moment he took on the weight, Riya almost flicked his wrist, and after barely steadying himself, he hurriedly put it aside as calmly as possible.

"So, what about the plan I mentioned, Mr. Jiang Gu?" She turned to mention the email she sent earlier.

"It can be considered." The thinking process was completed before, and Jiang Guling hardly hesitated at the moment, "I will take the time to compare in the past few days, and the result should be confirmed soon."

"The organization's standard bombs are very distinctive, and they are considered to be selling well in Tokyo's underground market," said the gray-purple eyes of the light-blond young man, and his tone lowered.

"In short, there is no problem starting with this idea."

His eyes flickered slightly, and Liya nodded in a good mood: "That's good, I'll wait for your news later."

"—But," Jiang Gu Ling changed his voice and became serious, "Don't act alone, and you must notify in time if you have something to do."

"No problem." She promised happily.

Just received the news about Numabuchi Kiichiro, Furutani Rei was really surprised at that moment, he was slightly injured by four shots in a row, seriously!

Although he knew for a long time that this subordinate might be a little impulsive in the matter of curly hair at the same time, but this incident made Jiang Gu Ling more aware of her danger in an emergency.

It is of course a good thing to have strong abilities; it is also true to value love and righteousness... Why is it so difficult to combine them together...

Sighing slightly, Jiang Gu Ling suddenly noticed her small movements of rubbing her wrists from time to time.

"Have you injured your wrist before?"

"It's a little uncomfortable," Riya put down his hand after froze for a moment, and explained lightly, "... probably because the recoil force of the previous shot was a little bit high, it's just a small problem."

... Also, I heard that four shots were fired in a row, and the standard gun posture may not be considered in an emergency.

Nodding thoughtfully, Jiang Gu Ling kindly gave a suggestion: "If you still feel unwell tomorrow, you can try applying plaster to speed up recovery."

"...Thank you." Facing the sincere concern of her boss, she smiled politely with complicated emotions.