10:30 p.m., Metropolitan Police Department.

"It's finally finished," Officer Sato sighed after stretching unladylikely. "Really, why are there so many things that haven't been archived? It's been so long for us to tidy up. ”

"Because they hadn't gotten any of these things before," Officer Shiratori sighed as he put the last stack of papers into the box. "The previous leader's tidying habits...... It's very personal, so it takes a lot of time for us to inherit it. ”

"Is that the leader you're talking about the National Police Agency?" Putting the documents in with Officer Shiratori, Officer Takagi's expression was a little solemn. "It is said that he seems to have died in the line of duty."

"Forget it, no matter what, I've worked hard for you to help me sort out the information, then ......" Officer Sato said this, but noticed that Officer Takagi seemed to want to say something. Takagi, what's the matter? ”

"Well, I'll ......" Before Officer Takagi could finish speaking, Officer Shiratori suddenly raised an eyebrow, and then interjected.

"Now that things are done, can I treat you to a meal?" Officer Shiratori glanced at Takagi, who looked a little depressed because he had robbed him of his aura, and then extended an invitation to Officer Sato. "Looking for a good place to enjoy the exquisite youth life after the fast-paced work?"

"Yes," Officer Sato nodded immediately. "If you were to use those sandwiches and stuff to deal with a hungry and faint stomach every day, you would really feel hopeless about life, so it's better to enjoy it - where are you going?"

"A relative of mine is a French chef at a three-Michelin-starred restaurant, so let's go to him and taste his craft?" When Officer Shiratori said this, he suddenly felt Officer Sato's body stiffen. "What, what's the problem?"

"Well, I appreciate your kindness, but I ......" Officer Sato's expression was a little helpless. I'm not very good at French food, so why don't I try it somewhere else next time I have the chance? ”

"Ah......" Officer Shiratori apparently didn't expect to be rejected for such reasons. Good...... Okay, so I'll go back first? ”

"Well, what are you going to say just now?" After sending Shiratori away like this, Sato looked in the direction of Takagi.

"Officer Sato, you...... Don't like French food? Looking at Shiratori's obviously lonely back, Officer Gao asked.

"Not really, I ...... It's already tired like this, and if you go to that kind of Michelin three-star restaurant to eat on the phone, you're going to die, right? Officer Sato pouted. It's good to say that I don't have the energy to go to a fancy restaurant and eat in that kind of laborious and elegant way now. Preferably the kind that fills the stomach. ”

"Well, I've heard that there's a nice ramen shop in the neighborhood recently, so let's go—" Officer Takagi hesitated at first, but after seeing that Sato seemed to be satisfied with the ramen shop, he sped up.

But at this moment, his words were interrupted again.

"Sato," Officer Twilight walked over with a straight face. "What, are you going to go out to dinner with Takagi?"

"yes, after all, I still want to eat a bowl of ramen to relax, do you have anything to do with the police department?" Officer Sato nodded and said this in front of Officer Takagi, who was in a state of flux.

"Cancel it first, Takagi, you go back first," Officer Twilight waved at Takagi. "Sato, I have something to talk about with you."

"Now?" Officer Sato pouted. "Police, if it weren't for something important, I still want to eat ramen...... I'm dying of hunger......"

"I'll take you to that store later, but ...... We need to talk about it first. Officer Twilight shook his head. It's a very urgent thing and can't be delayed. ”

"......" Officer Sato suddenly laughed as he looked at Officer Twilight's stiff face. Police, what's wrong with you! It's weird and scary to make your face like this! I know, I know, I won't go - then Takagi, you go to eat by yourself, I'll talk to the police department? ”

With that, Sato smiled and waved his hand at Takagi, and walked out with Officer Twilight.

"......" Looking at the backs of the two of them, Officer Takagi flashed a possibility in his mind for no reason-but...... No way...... He doesn't look good in the police department, and he's so old, he still has a family!

Wait a minute, in case Sato really likes this......

Looking at the back of the departing Twilight Police Department, Takagi let out a long sigh.

If that's the case, then how can you win!

…………

The next day (Monday) at 6:30 a.m.

"Hmm-" In his pajamas, Chiha, who had just finished washing, walked out of Gray Yuan's room - because he didn't want Gregory to destroy Gray Yuan's room, he had to give up his room and let Gregory live there.

"Although it is true that living in the room of the gray plain can be a feast for the eyes, my own room has probably been almost destroyed by that old uncle, right?" Muttering like this, he pushed open the door to Gregory's room. The smell of the cigar that almost crushes the perfume to the point that can only be resolved by the auxiliary unit, which obviously comes from the smoke of the shirt in the window-

Wait, the smell of perfume? Gregory probably didn't have this habit, right?

Just as Chiba was reacting in hindsight, Mizuko Hotaru was walking out of the guest guard in front of him, and at the same time he was busy buttoning the last button of his upper shirt.

"Give me the money—" Hotaru didn't notice Chiha's presence at first, but said to himself to Gregory who was smoking a cigar. "Qianyu, why did you get up so early?"

"I was supposed to wake up so early, but ......" Chiba frowned as she looked at Hotaru's dress. Why are you here, Sister Ying? ”

"To make money, of course," Hotaru glanced at him, and then picked up three 1,000 yen bills from the bedside table, presumably from which Gregory had placed there. "Really, it's all my money, why does that guy take a third of the ......"

"Rake? Who takes a cut? Qian Yu still didn't understand what was going on, so he asked.

"Fujiwara, she asked me to come here to accompany him, and then said that the boss (referring to Gregory) should leave a third of the labor fee for him." Hotaru grumbled.

"You, you ......" Chiba's gaze swayed back and forth between Hotaru and Gregory, unable to say a word for a long time.