Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 614 Miwako collapsed from exhaustion

Fujiwara didn't wait too long in the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department when he saw Miwako Sato walking towards him with a smile on her face.

Officer Sato's steps were a bit hurried, adjusting her uniform as she walked. Her brows were furrowed, as if she was worried. And when she saw Fujiwara, the worry in her eyebrows did not dissipate, but was replaced by a hint of doubt. She walked quickly to the car, opened the door, got into the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt without thinking.

"Why did you suddenly ask me out? Is there something important?" Her voice was full of fatigue, and her eyes swept over Fujiwara's face, as if looking for an answer.

Fujiwara gently twisted the key to start the vehicle, and the air in the car became fresher due to the activation of the air conditioner. He turned to look at Sato Miwako, with a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth: "No, I just suddenly wanted to make an appointment with Officer Sato, but are you working on a case, so busy?" His hands were casually placed on the steering wheel, as if Hiding his nervousness.

Sato Miwako loosened the top button of her collar, showing a hint of exhaustion. She leaned her head on the seat and closed her eyes: "Well, there was a very difficult matter that made me not go home for two days. ..." His tone was full of helplessness.

Fujiwara noticed Sato Miwako's fatigue. He observed her silently for a moment, and then gently turned down the music in the car to create a more peaceful environment for her.

A few minutes later, Sato Miwako seemed to be so tired that she fell asleep. She involuntarily adjusted the seat and lowered it to a more comfortable angle, trying to make sure that she could take the time to rest in this unlikely place.

Fujiwara looked at her, knowing that it was not appropriate to disturb her at this moment, so he didn't say anything more and just drove away from the Metropolitan Police Department in silence. The wheels rolled through the deserted streets, making a low and rhythmic sound. Kudo Shinichi's words kept echoing in his mind, and he knew that his most important task at this time was to protect the safety of Officer Sato.

The atmosphere in the car was silent and tense. Fujiwara's hands were firmly on the steering wheel, his eyes were firm, and he was checking the road conditions in the rearview mirror from time to time. After a while, he asked in a low voice: "Officer Sato, is there anywhere you want to go?"

Fujiwara glanced at Sato's slightly open mouth and thought that when Kudo Shinichi sent over the personal information, he could call that person out in the name of cooperating with the investigation. I believe that based on his knowledge of the murderer, even if Even if it was a lie, Fujiwara could also defraud the murderer.

Miwako Sato was leaning against the car door, her head leaning against the window, her eyes half closed, as if she would fall asleep at any time. There was a hint of exhaustion in her voice, "It's okay, I'll take a rest first." As she said that, she adjusted her sitting position again, trying to find a comfortable position to support her body.

Fujiwara drove, and the atmosphere in the car was so tense that it could almost squeeze out water. The street lights outside left flowing shadows on the car windows, while the interior of the car was dark. Fujiwara's fingers were tightly wrapped around the steering wheel, and the bulging veins on the back of his hands seemed to tell that he was extremely calm in his heart.

"But are you really that tired?"

Logically speaking, he doesn't need to worry so much. With his current ability, no one can shoot and kill before he notices it. Even an experienced sniper can sense it if Fujiwara has murderous intentions. .

Although Officer Sato had no clear destination, he already had a plan in mind. He turned on the navigation system in the car, entered an address, then stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove towards the destination. Fujiwara chose a place where people can relax - the essential oil spa.

Soon after, they arrived at their destination. Fujiwara gently shook Sato's shoulders, "Officer Sato, we are here." Sato slowly opened his eyes, and his confused eyes gradually became clear.

"Are you here? Thank you Fujiwara." The two got out of the car, and Fujiwara led Sato Miwako, who was still rubbing her eyes, into the fragrant SPA. Warm lights and soft music instantly make you feel relaxed. Fujiwara took the number plate at the front desk, and Sato followed him like a puppet who had lost his soul.

"Where is this?" Miwako regained her consciousness a little and was surprised to find that Fujiwara actually took her to a massage parlor.

"Sir, please go this way." A masseur in neat uniform greeted them with a smile. Fujiwara explained to the manager that he wanted a masseur with strong skills, while Sato seemed nonchalant and just nodded in agreement.

When Miwako ran out for a massage during work break, she could foresee how angry Officer Megure would be if he knew about this. It was outrageous.

The two police officers who were attacked this time were two seniors who had just met her not long ago. The three of them had originally planned to restart the investigation into a previous suicide case, but now that something like this happened, it would probably be delayed.

The two were taken to the private room next door. Fujiwara's private room was separated from Sato's by a thin curtain. They each chose essential oils, Fujiwara chose the freshness of mint, and Sato the tranquility of lavender.

The masseuse's techniques were indeed powerful. Fujiwara relaxed his tense shoulders and felt the hands roaming on his back. Sato's masseuse was gentle and delicate. She closed her eyes and tried to put away the stress at work.

During the massage, the two began to talk softly. Fujiwara's voice was slightly hoarse, but it sounded particularly clear in the quiet private room: "Officer Sato, you have really worked hard these days."

Sato smiled slightly and said, "It's as if it's not hard for anyone. When something like that happens, it's hard for everyone."

"Oh, then just relax. I have something important to tell you later, Miwako." Fujiwara said, twisting his body slightly to match the masseuse's techniques.

"Really?" Sato Miwako replied softly, not minding Fujiwara calling her name at all. Her voice was almost covered by the sound of the masseuse's hand movements. "Let me guess, you want me to treat you to dinner?"

Fujiwara did not answer directly, his eyes became thoughtful, "Absolutely." His voice suddenly dropped, "That's it."

The masseuse's technique became gentle, and Fujiwara's brows relaxed. His voice came slowly, "I want to try foie gras and feel tired of it."

"Sounds good." Sato closed his eyes, with a hint of yearning in his voice, "Then let's eat French food and let me treat you to a good meal."

Although the salary conditions of the police are not high, Miwako, who has a car and a house, naturally does not need to worry about the rent. In addition, in recent years, she has relied on her mother to help her get to and from get off work, unless she went out to party with colleagues or went shopping with Yumi. , otherwise she doesn’t need to spend money at other times, so she can naturally save a deposit.

(End of this chapter)