The clear sound of metal clashing suddenly sounded, and the knight of justice in medieval armor fell down in response!
Although he could still fight in a head-on battle, his physical fitness, which had dropped to the bottom compared to when he was young, still made the old man who fell to the ground groan uncontrollably——
The old body under the armor began to send early warning signals to the brain.
Fortunately, he was protected by armor, but if he was hit like this without any protection, he would probably have a few broken ribs. In serious cases, he might even have both feet put into the coffin.
"Ahem..."
Struggling to stand up, his breathing became disordered under the uncontrollable coughing. The old voice that could no longer be concealed made Uehara Katsumi, who was holding a long sword, raise his eyebrows: "Old man?"
The old man didn't speak, just remained silent. What was revealed under his armor was a pair of eyes that were too clear for a man of his age.
Seeing this, Katsuki Uehara threw the long sword aside casually, patted his dusty hands, and looked down at the knight who was slumped on the ground and gasping: "I have always respected the old and cherished the young, I hope you won't let me Break the precept.”
After hesitating for a few seconds with slightly trembling fingers, the knight finally took off his helmet——
He has an unkempt beard and a pale complexion.
The thin cheeks don't look like a person who can control this armor that weighs at least several dozen pounds.
Although he had been mentally prepared for it, when he actually saw the old man's true appearance, Uehara Katsumi was still a little surprised.
Old man + armor, this combination is really weird.
"Well... I see that you are in good health, at least you don't have osteoporosis." Katsumi Uehara finally choked out a sentence after a long silence, causing a look of astonishment to appear on the eyebrows of the solemn old man.
"What"
"Forget it, that's not important."
Katsuki Uehara, who was playing with the handcuffs, walked to the old man and squatted down slowly, tilted his head slightly and said with a smile: "The important thing is, on what charge should you be arrested by me now?
"Assault on the police? Attempted murder? Theft? Or punishable for all three crimes?"
The old man raised his head, his clear eyes met the eyes of the young man in front of him, and he suddenly smiled.
The smile was sudden and kind.
"I don't think I committed a crime, Mr. Police."
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"Fart! This is a crime!"
Metropolitan Police Department, Criminal Division Search Section 1, Violent Crime Section 3, Interview Room.
Because he came to the Metropolitan Police Department by car early to take notes, the security guard who reported the crime scoffed at the argument of the murderer, whom he had never met, that he was innocent.
"I remember very clearly that the sword was only a few centimeters away from my throat at that time. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might not have been able to sit here and talk to you, the original criminal, about this!"
"This is impossible. How could I, an ordinary old man, have such fine power control ability? Regarding this point, I think you can check the surveillance. I just wanted to scare these two people away because I thought they It’s a thief disguised as a security guard.”
In the interrogation room, facing Katsuki Uehara, who was sitting directly opposite him and was picking his nose out of boredom without taking notes at all, the thin old man who had already taken off his armor said firmly: "I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Ochiai, this is This can be checked by the director of any art museum."
"curator?"
Katsuki Uehara, who was wiping his hands with a tissue, raised his eyes and stopped shaking his legs for a moment: "Can the curator attack the police?"
"I've already told you, Officer Uehara. The reason why I stay in the museum dressed like this is because there have been frequent art thefts in the museum recently. You can tell this by just asking any museum employee, so I want to wait and see. Find out who the thief is.
“When the two security guards appeared sneakily, I thought they were thieves, so I immediately came out to scare them away and prepared to call the police.
"But Officer Uehara, you came in not long after, so I regarded you as their accomplice, and then I took further steps to drive you away."
The handcuffed hands were gently placed on the table. The old man with a kind face seemed to be in a good mood: "Besides, Officer Uehara, you didn't show your ID at the time, right? Then naturally I won't just listen to what a stranger says about me. If it's the police, especially in that situation."
Katsuki Uehara pursed his lips noncommittally, twirled his ballpoint pen and raised his eyebrows to signal the old man to continue.
"I'm done, this is what happened."
"So, you're saying that everything that happened tonight was just a misunderstanding caused by a burglar?"
"If there's no other evidence, I think so."
Director Ochiai nodded kindly: "I'm sorry for involving you, Officer Uehara."
"Do you mind staying here a little longer?" Katsumi Uehara closed the notebook without writing a word. Although his words were inquiring, he stood up honestly, without any intention of waiting for a response.
The old man with a calm smile sat on the chair, his eyes lingering on the notebook with nothing written on it for a few seconds, and then he watched him leave in silence.
"Come out? What's your question?"
In the office area of the third department, Sato Miwako, who was still drinking hot water at her workstation, saw her apprentice, who was forced to work overtime, come out of the interrogation room. She couldn't help but put down her teacup and asked with a smile.
"It's almost clear, it's a misunderstanding." He threw the notebook and pen on Sato Miwako's desk. Uehara Katsumi felt dry and pursed his lips. After all, he was under the watchful eyes of Sato Miwako at that moment. Obediently, he went back to his work station and grabbed a water glass.
"Are you sure it's a misunderstanding?"
"The museum's surveillance did show that our frail suspect only frightened the two security guards, and even initially he only used to frighten me.
"In other words, he didn't lie."
Taking a sip of the wolfberry and red date tea in the thermos cup to moisten his throat, Uehara Katsumi rested his left elbow on the baffle of Miwako's workstation, and said with a little emotion in his tone: "Sato, do you think I will die when I get older?" Can you wear a plate armor weighing several dozen kilograms and still move freely?"
"you?"
Hearing this, Miwako Sato couldn't help but look him up and down, and poured cold water on him without hesitation: "I'm afraid not."
"Why? Are you questioning my physical fitness?" Uehara Katsumi, who failed to hear the ideal answer as he expected, put down the thermos cup and raised his eyebrows in a somewhat provocative manner.
Miwako Sato, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the man in front of her in a funny way. When she stood up, she picked up the thermos cup with wolfberry and red dates floating on the surface, and looked at the man several times from top to bottom.
"Pay more attention to your health, Uehara Criminal." She pressed the thermos cup on the man's palm with a smile, and Miwako Sato turned around and walked away.
"?"
Looking down at the wolfberries and red dates floating on the water, Katsuki Uehara slowly made a question mark and gave up: "Wait a minute, Sato, what do you mean!"
Not only did the steps of the beautiful figure not pause at all, but the speed actually accelerated a lot. With her back to the man, she raised her hand and waved: "Have a good time working overtime, Uehara."
