Give weak women a heart of steel

Chapter 63 Seniors in the security world

"Nakane-senpai!"

"Nakane-senpai!!!"

"Nakane-senpai!!!"

There was a loud knock on the car glass, and Nakane Ryuji inside opened his eyes in a daze.

After taking a look, it turned out to be his subordinate.

He opened the car door, and the cold wind rushed in, clearing his confused mind.

"what happened?"

He leaned into the car again and took out the mouthwash inside.

"Nakane-senpai!" His juniors looked at Nakane Ryuji's appearance and said anxiously: "Someone died again!"

"What?"

Nakane Takashi's second-hand mouthwash fell on the handbrake, and the smell of mint filled the car.

"What did you say?" Nakane Ryuji tightly grasped the junior's shoulders, eyes wide open.

"A person is dead!" His junior endured the pain and said, "Senior Nakagen, someone is dead again!"

Nakane Ryuji gritted his teeth: "Who died?"

"From Mikoto Academy!" As soon as his junior said this, Nakane Ryuji felt his head roaring.

He looked stunned: "How is it possible? How is it possible? I have clearly arranged it so well that there will be no bullied people at all. How can someone still die? Impossible."

Ryuji Nakane couldn't believe it, but he was pushed by his juniors: "Senior Nakane, the Sheriff said that after you see the scene, you should go see him immediately."

"Yeah." Nakane Ryuji got into the car in despair.

"Senior? You have no problem. Why don't you let me drive." The junior suggested proactively.

"Oh" Nakane Ryuji sat in the passenger seat with a gloomy expression.

The junior closed the door, stepped on the accelerator and hurried towards the crime scene.

Nakane Ryuji stared at the blurry world outside from the car window: "Aren't you going to Minami Senzhu?"

"Of course not, senior." The junior replied neatly: "The crime happened this time in Bei Qianzhu."

"Kita Sentake?" Nakane Ryuji murmured to himself: "Isn't it the hand of the Predator? "

"You will know senior wherever you go." The junior did not dare to tell Nakane Ryuji directly, he just knew it after he mentioned it.

Many detectives and reporters had gathered around that dirty corner.

"What's going on? Why are there still reporters?!"

As soon as the car stopped, Nakane Ryuji grabbed the junior's collar: "Don't you know anything?"

"Senior! It was ordered by the Sheriff." The junior also looked helpless: "From now on, the incident will be announced."

Like a crushed glass ball or a blown-up balloon, Nakane Ryuji's back gradually bent and his head drooped, making his face unclear.

"senior···"

The younger generation still wants to comfort him.

"Sorry." Nakane Ryuji let go of his junior's collar and walked towards the alley around the corner.

There are many reserve security guards here to seal off the scene and restrict reporters from taking horrific photos.

These reserve security guards all looked at Nakane Ryuji with complicated eyes. Nakane Ryuji squeezed through the crowd and looked at the corpse inside.

The girl fell at the base of the wall, covered with a transparent umbrella.

The snow piled on top looked like a bulging grave.

"I've seen that face before!"

Nakane Ryuji's eyes widened: "It's Yoshida..." He murmured and walked out of the crowd in despair.

"Hey, that reporter! You're not allowed to photograph security guards!"

A voice shouted.

However, Nakane Ryuji didn't react at all and returned to his car in a daze.

"what!!!"

He roared like a wild beast and hammered the steering wheel hard.

"Senior! Do you need my help?" The junior was very worried.

"It doesn't matter." Nakane Ryuji sighed: "I can do it, I can do it."

Nakane Ryuji drove towards the Qianzhu Public Security Bureau. There were many people at the Qianzhu Public Security Bureau.

But there are very few security guards, and there are more journalists and other professions.

For example, the principal, the classroom, and some parents.

Probably at a press conference.Nakane Ryuji didn't listen, but walked silently to the sheriff's office.

He sat on the couch, awaiting his final fate.

After wiping his badge again and again, he sighed and placed it on the table.

About 10 minutes, or an hour?

But it was only after this difficult and long time that we finally got to the Sheriff.

"Nakane-kun, do you know the consequences?"

The sheriff stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the ecstatic reporters, anxious teachers and principals, and angry parents.

He said: "I asked you this at the very beginning. Now, I'll ask you again."

"Do you know the consequences?"

"I know." Nakane Ryuji sounded like a dead man, not a qualified security guard.

"Oh?" The Sheriff asked in a questioning tone, gesturing for Nakane Ryuji to continue.

"I will resign." Nakane Ryuji bowed sharply: "I am very sorry for causing such a result!"

"Idiot!" An old voice suddenly sounded.

An old man wearing a white knee-length trench coat, ear-length white hair, and carrying a box walked in.

He kicked Nakane Ryuji, who fell heavily to the ground.

The old forehead is full of wrinkles, and the face is as thin as a vulture.

The nose is high and the lips are mean.

"Is this how I taught you? Idiot!" the old man said, and a box fell on his stomach: "You want to run away when you make a mistake? There is no such thing in the world."

"Teacher! I didn't..." Before Nakane Ryuji finished speaking, the old man stepped on the box hard again, causing Nakane Ryuji to have severe pain in his abdomen and shut his mouth.

"Since you still recognize me as a teacher, don't refute." The old man picked up the teapot next to him and poured water into his mouth. He just took a sip and spit it on the ground: "Bah, what a rotten tea."

Nakane Ryuji felt as if he had returned to the past, and he shouted loudly: "Yes!"

The white-haired old man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed: "So, what is the situation?"

"A serial murderer." The Sheriff shrugged: "It's just that it was too difficult to catch, and there was no pattern, so four more people died. So I can only invite you back, senior."

"It's really useless." The old man curled his lips: "To this day, I still need an old man to take action."

"After all, you are a senior." The Sheriff didn't mind at all: "You have caught many serial murderers. If it weren't for privately torturing serial murderers, you would have been my boss."

"Tsk." The old man curled his lips and looked at Nakane Ryuji again: "Okay, now you tell me what happened in detail."

(End of this chapter)