This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Are you curious?

Beichuan Temple was also curious if the other party had a sister named Kamiya Miku.

"It may be a physical problem." Beichuan Temple met the other's gaze with a cold expression.

"Physical problem?" Yuki Sakura blinked and became more interested: "In other words, Kitagawa-kun's physique is the physique attracted by the murder or murder scene?"

whatever you think.

Beichuan Temple looked calm. He didn't lie, his physique was to attract weirdness and dance with weird things.

But he is not obligated to answer for this curious woman.

"I'm really more and more curious." Sakura Yuki shook his legs while looking up and down at Kitagawa Temple.

"Sakura! What do you want to do?" Okano finally couldn't help but uttered.

"Huh? What did you do?"

"Then what do you compare to Beichuan with a scalpel?"

Sakura Yuki paused when he heard the words, his fingers flapped flexibly, and the small and exquisite silver scalpel danced like a butterfly between his fingers.

She put away the seemingly dangerous action, pouted and looked very aggrieved: "Well, I have an occupational disease again."

"Occupational disease? Is it possible that you still want to dissect a living person as big as Beichuan Temple?" Gangye Ryoko vomited.

"Hey, it's only necessary for Kitagawa-kun to agree." Sakura Yuki blinked dangerously, and asked shyly, "Does Kitagawa-kun agree?"

"I will treat this sentence as a joke for the time being." Beichuan Temple squinted the woman flatly.

Beichuan Temple already wanted to go home a bit, and he felt that staying here was just a waste of time. Except for the little information revealed by Kaigang Ye Ryoko, coming to the autopsy room was completely killing him which was not enough time.

Seeing the lack of interest in Beichuan Temple, Okano Ryoko shrugged: "I wanted to show you a closer look at the specific situation of the corpse, it's just that."

"Want to see the specific situation of the corpse? Well, this is a violation of relevant regulations." Sakura Yuki interrupted Okano Yoshiko's words altogether, but soon the conversation changed again:

"It's just that I don't care about the rules." Yuki Sakura leaned against the dissection table, his eyes burning: "I can drag the female corpse sent yesterday out again, and I can provide you with the corresponding explanation. Correspondingly, I I hope that Mr. Beichuan can call me the next time a murder case is discovered."

"No need." Beichuan Temple interrupted the other's easy-going attitude without waiting for her to finish.

He had seen the general condition of the corpse yesterday, and it didn't make much sense to check it again. Beichuan Temple will not risk the lifeless exposure of the system. After all, Sakura Yuki's situation is no better than Kamiya Mirai. She is a forensic doctor and a member of the organization.

Even if I dump one or two million yen for Kitagawa Temple, I don’t have to talk about it. If you add more money,

In short, the things that cannot be discussed are that they cannot be discussed.

"That's really a pity." Sakura Yuki smiled mysteriously, but there was no regret on Qiao's face.

The autopsy has finally come to an end at this point.

Okano Ryoko and Kitagawa Temple were sent to the door of the autopsy room with Sakura Yuki sleepy on their faces, and then the goods waved their hands and left, ‘I want to sleep again, so I won’t send you out of the police station. After this sentence, he went back under the dissection table.

The feeling of treating the dissection table as his own home made Okano Ryoko's eyes twitched: "Hey, can that guy Sakura work?"

Ryoko Okano lit his cigarette and smacked his lips: "Beichuan, you are only a child now, don't grow up to be an adult like her in the future."

Don't grow up to be an adult like her?

Beichuan Temple glanced at Yamano Ryoko, who was smoking in front of her, and nodded her head, understanding her words.

After nodding, he remembered that he had other things he wanted to ask Konano Ryoko, but the hope of this matter was not particularly great.

Beichuan Temple asked with the idea of ​​a dead horse being a living horse doctor:

"Sister Liangzi, can you show me the case files of Bashan City in the past ten years?"

"Huh? What are you going to look at that? I should have told you all the information about Ishikawa Kuaidou."

It is not a trivial matter to check the case files of the past. Even Ryoko Okano couldn't agree in one word. She shook the ashes and seemed to want to hear Beichuan Temple's opinion.

"I want to go to Bashan City to investigate in person. I may ask for leave from the school in the next few days." Beichuan Temple didn't mean to hide his thoughts. Only by being honest can there be any possibility.

After listening to Beichuan Temple, Okano Ryoko was stunned for a while, and finally chuckled out: "You? Are you going to investigate? Beichuan, it wasn't me who said, what else can you investigate now?"

"It's not that I hit you, you still stay with your sister at ease these days"

"Sister Liangzi, when do you think the current progress of the police investigation can protect Eri?" Beichuan Temple unexpectedly did not refute, but asked calmly.

Faced with his question, Okano Ryoko also fell into silence.

Now that the case is going to a tense moment, it is impossible to waste manpower on the Beichuan brothers and sisters all the time.

Beichuan Temple understood this to say this.

"But you are going to investigate in Iwate Prefecture alone. It's a bit too fanciful." Yoshiko Okano leaned against the trash can on the promenade and straightened his face: "Although I have been ridiculing the job I am doing, there are some We, the police, have done everything we specialize, investigating, and doing."

"Do you really think you can investigate the truth about the murder of Ishikawa Kuaidou ten years ago by your own efforts?"

Seeing Ryoko Okano's sharp gaze, Beichuan Temple asked without retreating:

"Are you thinking about what happens after you fail before you work towards a goal?"

""Ryoko Okano.

…

"Hahahaha!"

Ryoko Okano suddenly laughed.

For some reason, she just wanted to laugh, she smiled and bent over, tears gushing from her eyes.

Snapped!

The crisp sound was a bit harsh in the quiet surroundings.

"you are right."

Regardless of the fingerprints on her face, Ryoko Okano spit out a mouthful of smoke and said:

"The investigation has not yet started, and we are already thinking about what will happen after the failure to solve the case. As a police officer, this is undoubtedly disqualified."

She subconsciously put the palm of her hand on the matching gun at her waist. The original cold body of the gun seemed to faintly spread warmth.

Since when did you lose the enthusiasm and enterprising spirit after graduating from the police academy?

One hundred guards.

A qualified policeman must protect at least one hundred citizens before being allowed to die.

A policeman who has lost its aggressiveness is not worthy of being called a policeman.

Even if you want to come to Yoko, you don't want to see the boring side of yourself.

"Tsk." Okano Ryoko scratched his head, and after a while, he slapped Beichuan Temple's shoulder with a little uncomfortable slap.

This time, Beichuan Temple did not evade her unique way of greeting as usual. Those dark eyes contained the vigor and vigor of young people, but also possessed the calmness and calmness different from their age.

This Beichuan Temple!

He wanted to scare Beichuan Temple, but the other party simply ignored it. Want to be angry, but Beichuan Temple doesn't eat that one at all.

What a hedgehog, people can't talk about it!

Okano Ryoko pinched out the cigarette butt, and was silent for a long time before speaking glumly:

"Come on."