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It was a good night's dream. Early the next morning, Ping Daoyang woke up, holding the quilt, and fell into deep thought while staring at the barrage.

[Singer Fighting for Hegemony hahahaha!Bring Conan with you next time! 】

[Squad leader who vomits soul.jpg, Faded Hagiwara.jpg, Hirashima with akimbo.jpg, I would like to call this episode a collection of emoticons. 】

[Song King Fighting for Hegemony (×), Funeral Singer (√). 】

[Brother Yang who is sleeping is so small compared to the police academy team. 】

[What's the meaning of singing in KTV? I wear a hearing aid, and everyone comes to my room to sing. (dog head)]

From complaining to ridicule to coveting beauty, the ecosystem of bullet screens has a full range of categories. Looking at the bullet screen, Hirashima Yang just wanted to find a time machine to go back to last night. It’s best to cover up the one who insists on singing and drinking own mouth.

The process of investigating the case is published and the scene of the death of the society is published, which gives people a completely different feeling.

——Damn it, it's definitely not me who drank too much yesterday!

Hirashima Yang raised his hands to cover his face, the redness spread from his neck to his ears, and finally a little steaming red appeared between his fingers.

...just a little happy.

Hirashima Yang blushed even more.

This feeling of being secretly cared about by a friend is really good.

They can always make him realize clearly at the right time that he is not alone, he is truly living in the world, and is about to walk towards a brighter future.

However, before Ping Daoyang was ashamed for a few minutes, someone knocked on the door of his house.

"Pingdao!" After the knock on the door, Datehang shouted, "Are you awake?!"

Hirashima Yang subconsciously raised his head to look at the clock hanging opposite the bed - at [-]:[-], it was already past the clock-in time for work.

He quickly got up from the bed.

After drinking, his body would be somewhat smelly, so he took the time to take a fighting shower to wash off the smell of alcohol, and then hurriedly put on his clothes and opened the door.

With his hair dripping down, Hirashima Yang said confidently, "I'm awake."

Date Airlines: "..."

Date Airlines: "."

I can guarantee that you will not be awake for more than 10 minutes.

But at any rate Hirashima Yang just slept too dead rather than an accident, Datehang could only sigh, "Dry your hair quickly, my car is downstairs."

God knows how they felt when they saw that Ping Daoyang didn't come to work in the morning, and the other party didn't answer the call.At that moment, they skipped countless possibilities in their minds, and finally settled on "Ping Daoyang will not be kidnapped by Weique sent people."

Even this morning, Mumu Shisan gave Date Hang a leave, so that Date Hang, who seemed restless, went out to find someone.

So at around 10:30 in the morning, Mu Mushisan, who was abducted by a few of them and worried about the disappearance of his subordinates after Yi Dahang arrived at the police station, rushed out of the office in a few strides.

This fat middle-aged man went straight to the department of the first search department. When he saw Ping Daoyang sitting on the workstation and yawning, he stared at Ping Daoyang back and forth, fearing that there would be some wounds on his body that shouldn't appear.

"Ping Dao, are you really okay?" Mu Mu Shisan looked at the dark circles under Ping Dao Yang's eyes that would not go away for a while, with a worried expression on his face, "How about I give you a few days off."

Hirashima Yang couldn't help laughing, "Boss, do I look so fragile?"

"It's not a matter of fragility or not." Mu Mushisan folded his arms, "Forget it, you guys should all have a holiday, anyway, the matter of the explosion has been dealt with, so you can rest for a while."

When talking about the explosion, Mu Mu Shisan purposely concealed the place name.

One is to try to avoid making Hirashima Yang think of Mizutani Shota again, and the other is that he doesn't want to think of Mizutani Shota again.

Every time when the Skytree explosion was mentioned, Mu Mu Shisan always felt that he hadn't done a good job.These days, when he dreamed at midnight these days, he thought of Shota Mizutani more than once from the Skytree, and Shota Mizutani from Shota Mizutani to Kunihiko Mizutani.

Memories of the past combined with reality make people's hearts ache. Every time Mumu Shisan thinks of Kunihiko Mizutani, he wonders whether everything that happened in that cemetery that year is doomed to today's ending?

"If you want me to take a vacation, you might as well take a vacation yourself first, Boss." Ping Daoyang raised his eyes.

——As the leader, after Mizutani Shota's incident, Megushisan was always the most uncomfortable.

"I've already applied for a three-day vacation, and I'll be off the day after tomorrow." Mu Mu Shisan patted him on the shoulder, leaving no room for him to refute. "I'll leave it for you for three days, and the day after tomorrow, you guys will come back and lead the team out for me."

He planned to use this month's time to give the police officers of the first search section a holiday in batches, three days at a time, to adjust their mood.

The words just finished.

The first echelon of the vacation, that is, Hirashima Yo, Date Ko, Matsuda Jinpei, and Hagiwara Kenji, were ruthlessly kicked out of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Summer just happens to be a good time to go to the beach.

Even the scorching sun in the afternoon will not spoil the mood, but will become the motivation for people to relax and play at the beach.

Many people were playing and playing on the beach in swimsuits, including the group of four who ran to the beach.

"So Kohirashima, why are you still wearing so much?" Hagiwara Kenji looked at Hirashimayo who was showing his arms all over his body, "This is the seaside. Are you really not hot wearing so much?"

Hirashima Yang shook his head: "It's not hot."

Even if it's hot, it's better than showing off your body like a chicken for nothing.

He was already hit in the locker room!

There are so many people in the same company, but he is the only one without abdominal muscles!

Thinking of this, Ping Daoyang gritted his teeth secretly.

Obviously the old thief made him a medical miracle, so why can't the medical miracle be a little more thorough and return the abs he still had seven years ago!

"Want to play volleyball?" Date proposed. "I just saw there happened to be a volleyball net over there."

Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei nodded.

But Hirashimayo shook his head like a rattle.

Matsuda Jinpei was puzzled, "Aren't you going to play?"

"I'm tired." Hirashima Yang replied decisively.

So Hirashima Yang's lack of abdominal muscles is entirely his own reason.

But being by the sea, even just sitting quietly, can be regarded as a way to decompress.

Datehang and the others randomly recruited a few passers-by to form a team, while Ping Daoyang sat on a rock not far away, quietly watching the waves rolling.

Hirashima Yang likes the sea, especially the shallow sea.

When the sunlight penetrates the sea surface, he can see the shells that are constantly opening and closing under the sea surface.

Such a lively life is always easy to make people feel happy.

"Sir, would you mind lending me a seat?"

Hirashima Yang turned his head.

The visitor was a young man holding a drawing board.

"My name is Yukimura Seiichi." The blue-purple-haired youth introduced himself, "A second-year student in the Fine Arts Department of Dongda University, here to sketch."

Hirashima Yang moved aside silently.

Yukimura Seichi sat down cross-legged, set up the drawing board, and chatted with him very naturally, "I saw you on TV, are you a police officer?"

"Have you seen me on TV?" Ping Daoyang opened his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on the sea, "I haven't been on TV for at least seven years. If you saw TV seven years ago, it must be negative news .”

"Don't say that, Mr. Police Officer." Seiichi Yukimura frowned, "I can see from the news how high the detection rate of Mr. Police Officer is."

Hirashima Yang was silent again.

"Actually, I also received voting information during the terrorist attack a few days ago." Yukimura Seichi continued on his own, "But I just didn't vote."

There followed a period of silence, save for the wind and the lapping of the waves against the rocks.

"...you don't think it's the police's responsibility for this kind of thing to happen?"

"How come, terrorist attacks are beyond your control." Yukimura Seiichi's charcoal pencil moved on the drawing board, making a rustling sound, "Although the law and order in Tokyo is not very good, I still want to say that luckily Tokyo has You guys, without you guys, Tokyo would be even more chaotic now."

...What kind of answer is this?

Ping Daoyang got up quickly, and stumbled when he left, looking at his back as if he was fleeing.

——Sure enough, he is the worst at dealing with such people!

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