At the same time, Tokyo Tower.

"Brother, why did you answer the phone!" Hotaru pursed her lips and complained disapprovingly to the young man on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong?" The young man sighed. "It took me a while to go on a mission, and I didn't have my phone with me."

"Are you looking for anything here at Tokyo Tower?" Hotaru asked. "A few hours ago, I saw Matsumoto Managing Officer, who had a search lesson, walking around Tokyo Tower!"

"Huh?" The young man was stunned. "Tokyo Tower? Kiyoshi Matsumoto? ”

At this critical juncture, what is the chief officer of the search section doing there?

"Is he still there?" The young man asked.

"I don't know," Hotaru pouted. "I've only seen him before—I wouldn't have spotted him if he hadn't been so recognizable."

"......," the young man frowned. This guy ...... Probably okay, you go home first, it's a little late now, isn't it? ”

"Good ←←," Hotaru said insincerely. "I'll be back soon←←"

"Really...", the young man sighed as Hotaru hung up. Uncomfortable little girl..."

"We're almost there." At this moment, Kazami, who was in the driver's seat next to him, said this.

In front of them, an apartment building is getting bigger and bigger.

They are about to arrive at Officer Twilight's residence and make a surprise visit to Officer Twilight's wife, Midori, who is supposed to be at home at this time. (Actually, to be reasonable, she should be Twilight, because the kanji green in the Japanese name is really translated as green)

……

"Who are you?" Twilight Green opened the door and looked curiously at the young man outside the door.

"Police Agency," the young man put his right hand in his right pocket, and his left hand pulled out a police officer ID card from the left pocket, stating his identity. "We have some questions for you about your husband, the Thirteenth Police."

"Okay, please come in ......" After a moment of hesitation, Midori still extended an invitation to the young man and Kazumi behind him.

Holding his right hand, the young man nodded after glancing at Twilight's expression, changed into his slippers and walked into the interior of Twilight's house. After making a gesture from a hidden angle, Kazami walked in as if nothing had happened.

Outside, in the hallway, two black-clad special operators guarded the doorway.

…………

"Do you go home every day?" The young man asked.

"Although he came back late in the last few days, he has come back." Twilight nodded.

"Nothing out of the ordinary?" The young man frowned. "Nothing out of the ordinary?"

"Hmm-" Twilight thought for a moment. "His appetite hasn't been particularly good lately, does that count?"

"......," the young man frowned. Well, we want you to give us some more private information - not bad news, but news that only you and your husband will know about, and no one else will ever know. ”

"Anyone else will never know?" Twilight was a little confused. "What are you asking for?"

"We suspect that your husband has been dropped," said the young man. "The now-twilight police department that is now in front of us may be a fake."

"My husband was dropped?" Twilight Green was taken aback. "It can't be! I'm familiar with him! ”

"That's why we ask you if there's anything out of the ordinary," the young man shook his head. "We're going to have a tough enemy, and they have a very good cross-dresser talent – do you sleep in separate rooms?"

"Yes," Twilight nodded. "My husband is very busy at work during this time, so the rest is in his workshop-"

At this point, Twilight hesitated suddenly.

"So we'd like you to offer something that only your husband might know," the young man nodded. "Because now you really can't confirm the authenticity of the current Twilight Police Department."

At this moment, the young man's mobile phone received a text message - from Mizuko Hotaru

…………

At night, Hotaru walks down the street.

This Tanabata, although I am not alone, but I am lonely...... (Alone is single, Lonely is lonely, the two are not the same.) ）

Because of the agreement with Fujiwara, she can't have too much contact with Yuma, but the physical agreement can't extinguish the fire in her heart.

This is an unquenchable fire that can bite people's hearts and make people despair.

Accompanying her every day, she is deeply loved, but she must strictly restrain her every move, and the object of this coveting is close at hand, but she must use her own will to restrain her desires, which is much worse than the situation faced by those who confess to Yuzhen but are ruthlessly rejected.

It's so close, but it's out of reach, it's heartbreaking, excruciatingly painful.

Well—strictly speaking, it's not the most painful, because Hotaru is in a much more complicated situation.

Yuzhen has someone she likes, and that person likes her, and they're already together, and Yuma gets happiness from it that she's never been before.

The next step is probably to get married, right?

It's not the worst thing to be able to act on your loved one right in front of you, and in this case you can only swallow your tears, put on a smile and watch her get farther and farther away from you.

Hotaru sighed, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

The men she had dated would confide in her about their life experiences, about their lessons, about their heartbreaking love failures, but none of them would tell her how to succeed in such a situation.

All she knew was how desperate she would be if she continued like this, when Yuma put on her wedding dress and handed over her future to Takeda.

How about chatting with Fujiwara? - This thought suddenly flashed into Hotaru's mind.

Stopping, Hotaru blinked, and was about to send a text message to Fujiwara asking where he was now.

Just then, she suddenly heard the sound of metal colliding directly in front of her.

“？” Hotaru looked up and saw a skinny man in a knitted hat approaching from the front - the other had noticed her, but didn't pay much attention to her.

But Hotaru has no way to pretend that she doesn't know this man, even if the other party definitely doesn't know her, she definitely knows him.

One of the most hated people in my brother's department, FBI ace Shuichi Akai!

Although it feels unlikely, it is perfectly consistent in terms of physical characteristics and clothing.

Forget about Matsumoto management, why is this guy here?

Then, Hotaru's gaze stopped on the bag of fishing rods that Shuichi Akai was carrying behind his back.

Inside, it's probably a gun, right?