Why should I clean up

Very well, the Central Plains must have been sent by heaven to conquer him.

Takigawa Yuichi had another nightmare that night, so that when he assigned the task the next day, he looked so sleepy that he almost wrote the words "lack of energy" on his face.

"Dazai."

"Ok?"

"I don't seem to have said that I want to perform missions with you."

Perhaps because of the hot weather, Takigawa Yuichi tied his long hair into a high ponytail today.He was wearing a shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, and a slightly broken face on the graceful neckline.

But Dazai didn't feel his extreme sadness at all, instead he bent his eyes in a good mood: "I know, I came here by myself."

Good guy.He didn't pretend anymore.

Takigawa Yuichi's painful mask can only comfort himself with "Maybe he can find Dazai's weakness in one day".

"Whatever you want." Takigawa Yuichi said, he threw out the spare communication tool in his pocket, and turned his head only after confirming that Dazai had indeed received it, "Remember to wear earphones when you act."

Osamu Dazai blinked, he neither refused nor agreed, he just tightened the small object in his palm and put it into his pocket together with his hand.

The guy that Chuya brought back committed suicide by taking poison—the news that Osamu Dazai only received this morning.

While complaining that the recent subordinates were becoming more and more useless, he took advantage of his position to retrieve the report submitted by the torture team.

——There was someone else who wanted to kill Yuichi.

This is the conclusion that Osamu Dazai came to after reading the [-]-word nonsense.

Although the easiest way to check is to find out the evidence of the original poison transaction, but the other party cleverly used false information, causing him to work hard all morning without any clue.

This is why Osamu Dazai is standing here.

The boy looked gloomy when he stared at the white figure in front of him, but when Takigawa Yuichi turned his head strangely, he showed a cute smile.

...Help, Osamu Dazai definitely wanted to kill him just now.

Takigawa Yuichi looked away pretending not to notice, he tried to ignore the existence of Dazai and focus on the current task.

—— Kitahara Kunihiko, 34 years old, the former head of the sales department of Toi Trading Co., Ltd., and the biggest suspect in the current serial murder case.

When he walked out of the police station hall under the reporter's flashing lights, Takigawa Yuichi stood far away.

A cunning fellow who can outwit the police, and society at large - and there's only one way to catch him.

There is a reason why Kitahara Kunihiko packed the victims' bodies in garbage bags and placed them in the middle of the road openly.

In criminal psychology, they often call such criminals narcissistic paranoid personality.

This type of guy not only tends to return to the scene of the crime after the incident, but even feels the satisfaction of having his "work" exposed.

Takigawa Yuichi sat down in a roadside cafe and glanced expressionlessly at the news broadcast in the window.

"Now an urgent news breaks in. A major homicide occurred near Ichimoku Town in our city. The police reminded that if it is not necessary..."

It's about time.

Takigawa Yuu glanced at the gloomy sky.

A large crowd gathered outside the yellow cordon, and journalists flocked to take pictures.

When the clock reached 5, Takigawa Yuichi finally turned off the phone.

He let go of the hand holding his chin, and his cold eyes followed a figure in the crowd.

The boy suddenly smiled, his eyes did not move, but he said to Dazai beside him: "Did you throw away the earphones I gave you just now, Dazai-kun."

"Listen carefully, if you encounter a difficult person, I still expect you to come and save me."

This is a commercial building. If you take the sightseeing elevator next to it, you can go directly to the top floor.

Takigawa Yuichi stood up unhurriedly. He watched the crowd under his feet continue to shrink. He knocked off the lock on the roof door with one shot, and then walked slowly to the other side of the building.

boom--

At a height of 50 meters, the boy took a shortcut, and when he stood up with his legs bent, he was already in a rugged alley.

Kitahara Kunihiko was obviously taken aback by this supernatural scene, but his strong psychological quality quickly brought him back to his senses.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him for a long time.

"I thought who it was, aren't you the policeman who didn't graduate before?" The man's face under the peaked cap was half-dark, and he laughed contemptuously, "That's not right, why are you still looking for me after I've been released?" trouble--"

"How do you say that? Even the police..."

"Don't get me wrong." Takigawa Yuichi said, "I showed the reporter what you threw in Ichimoku yesterday."

Kitahara Kunihiko stopped talking.

He watched the boy in front of him kick the mouse away in disgust, his every move was completely different from when he was standing among the police a year ago.

【"Don't be impulsive, Zhenping. Interrogating him is what the seniors have to do."】

"Masumi Tsukino, female, 21 years old, a company employee."

"Yuta Kato, male, 8 years old, third grade in Metropolitan Elementary School."

"..."

"Including the unidentified woman who was just discovered yesterday, there are sixteen people in total."

When Takikawa Yuichi accurately reported these names, Kitahara Kunihiko took a step back.

There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes, but his tone was still as arrogant as ever: "I've never heard of these names, why, you police are starting to wrong good people now that you can't find evidence? Then let those outside The reporter sees..."

The man's voice was lost in the sound of the bullet being loaded.

Takigawa Yuichi put one hand in his pocket, and turned on the headset unhurriedly: "Ah, I don't understand why - collecting evidence is indeed what the police do, but I have nothing to do with the police."

"Before you come to Yokohama, you should do some research. If you make a mess here, that gentleman will be angry."

Kitahara Kunihiko's face was pale, and he seemed to understand something for a moment.

He raised his hands in surrender, and slowly moved back step by step: "Surrender yourself! I want to—"

The silver bullet passed through the head and hit the iron trash can beside him.

Bright red blood gurgled down his forehead, and was scattered by the rain as soon as it fell to the ground.

When Takigawa Yuichi put away the gun, Dazai who appeared behind him tilted the umbrella in his direction.

"Yuichi, you just laughed terribly."

"..."

"Affected by the typhoon, there will be a rain from this afternoon to night. The westerly wind is expected to be level 27 to [-], and the maximum temperature will be [-]°C..."

On the first day of May, it was raining heavily in Tokyo.

"I said." The corner of the black umbrella was opened, Hagiwara Kenji patted the water drops on his clothes, and when he raised his eyes, his companion's guilty eyes had already moved away, "If I remember correctly, didn't you say yesterday morning Do you want to sleep today, Xiaozhenping?"

"..." Matsuda Zhenping was silent when the lie was exposed, and his earlobes turned red with embarrassment.

He scratched his already messy hair, and began to point the finger at other people: "Why do you only mention me! The most suspicious one is obviously Zero, but this guy said that he will train this afternoon, so he is not free!"

Furutani Rei who was named didn't mind very much, his dark blond hair was a little wet from the rain, and he turned his gentle eyes to Momo Jingguang aside: "Hiro, even if you hide behind the tree now, it's too late. "

"So, Class Leader Date also—"

"..."

The wind blew one of the white daisies in my arms.

The five members of the police academy looked at each other and laughed tacitly in front of the deserted cemetery.

It has been almost a year since their partner Takigawa Yuichi died in the Shinkansen bombing, no matter how much he misses it, it is almost time to come out.

"Since we're all here, shall we have dinner together later?"

"Oh! How about going to sing karaoke after it's over?"

"Hey, anyway, today is also the anniversary of Yuyi's death, you guys restrain yourself."

"It doesn't matter, Yu Yi said it, anyway, death is a matter of time, just smile and look forward."

——Takigawa Yuichi, No.2 in the police academy admissions list.

Hagiwara Kenji lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the photo of the tombstone.

It was taken by Takikawa Yuichi when he first entered school.The boy was a few years younger than them, and he was obviously a genius admitted by the police academy, but he had long hair that was more beautiful than a girl.

Instructor Onizuka lost his temper a lot because of this, but Takigawa Yuichi was unmoved. He even raised his hand studiously in the middle of the punishment station, showing a more sincere expression than the elementary school students in class.

【"But instructor, some of the senior female policemen in the first search section also have long hair, and I don't see them failing to catch criminals."】

【"You are not..."】

【"And why are you looking at me? This is wrong. It is written in the police manual that when the instructor is convulsed, we should care about the instructor first."】

【"... Takigawa!! You nonsensical brat—!"】

Even now, Hagiwara Kenji still laughs at this memory.

Probably because of this, he never thought that Takikawa would be the one who died first.

"What are you doing Hagi, if you are in a daze again, I will abandon you." In the painful memory, Matsuda Jinpei held his shoulder.

"I know, I know." Hagiwara Kenji sighed, ruffling his hair in self-deprecating manner.

As Takikawa's last call partner before his sacrifice, Kenji Hagiwara knew best.

No one can really let go of Takigawa Yuichi's death.

Even though the teenager showed a relieved smile in the surviving video before the explosion, and joked about "go ahead".

Everything is nothing more than self-deception when the body cannot be found.

……

Hagiwara Kenji put down the bouquet in his hand.He slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and followed the footsteps of his companions leaving.

I really want to meet again, Yuichi.