"It's bullshit that I'm happy working overtime. How can I be happy working overtime? I'm not even happy with my salary."
Shaking the thermos cup unhappily, he glanced down at the wolfberry and red dates soaked in it. After muttering for a long time, Uehara Katsumi unceremoniously moved his buttocks and sat on Sato Miwako's seat.
The woman's lingering warmth has not yet completely faded away, and the man who can still smell the afterglow crosses his legs and shakes his toes, puffs his lips and blows on the rim of the hot cup, takes a satisfied sip, and chews carefully.
The unforgettable sweetness lingered between his lips and teeth for a long time. Uehara Katsumi, who was doing nothing, occasionally raised his eyes to look at the clock hands on the wall.
He had to hang on to the old curator for a little longer.
"Sato, do you have——Uehara over there? Why is it you?"
Not long after, a figure hurriedly pushed in the door from outside the office area and went straight to Miwako Sato's workstation. However, she was obviously stunned when she saw that the person sitting here was not Miwako Sato, and she could not hide her surprise in her tone. .
Who in the entire three departments doesn't know that the police department makes up for Hara Katsumi's reputation for rarely working overtime.
According to common sense, at this time and point, he should not be seen in the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Obviously, I'm working overtime tonight." Uehara Katsumi, who was so bored that he started playing Snake to constantly refresh his personal record, raised his head, and the new personal record in the game was ended in an instant: "So, do you have anything to do with Miwako Takagi? "
Takagi Wataru, along with Miwako Sato, Rensaburo Shiratori, and Kazunobu Chiba, are known as one of the four heavenly kings under the command of the chief of the Investigation Department, Megure Juzosan.
He is honest and hard-working, and although he is not too shrewd, he is still capable enough to be called capable.
"Well...it's actually not a big deal."
Looking at the proud man in the professional group who entered the Metropolitan Police Department only a few months later than him, Wataru Takagi noticed that "the game is over" and didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only smile awkwardly and scratch the back of his head: "White." Bird and Chiba couldn't get away for the time being, so I was thinking about asking Sato to help."
"Help? The serial murder case that Shiratori was responsible for?"
Katsuki Uehara put down his phone and picked up the thermos cup, raising his eyebrows slightly in confusion. Takagi Wataru, who had never expected to hear him ask this question, his eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right, that's right, it's this case. Are you paying attention to it, Uehara?"
"I haven't paid much attention to it. I just complained to me once before. What, is there another new death?"
"That's not true. So far, there are only seven dead."
When talking about serious matters, Takagi Wataru's face was solemn: "The main reason is that the workload of investigating the social circles of these seven deceased people is a bit heavy now. Shiratori and Chiba have not slept a wink all day and night. Megure Police Department brought back some Italians tonight The robber was very busy, so he wanted to ask Sato about his time."
"Is this so..."
Understanding, Uehara Katsumi subconsciously put his feet on the table and pointed in the direction of the office door: "It's a pity that you are late. Sato was just brought home by her mother not long ago."
"..."
Takagi Wataru, who originally wanted to ask Sato Miwako where he was, was obviously a little disappointed.
He now wants to ask Uehara Katsumi if he has time to help, but... he knows something about this man's character——
Being able to keep this man in the Metropolitan Police Department and work overtime shows that he is also in trouble and there is a high probability that he will not be able to get out of school.
"Takagi, how are you? Sato is free to help tonight?"
After much deliberation, Takagi finally decided to leave before he could speak. The glass door of the three-series office area was pushed open.
The slightly swollen eye bags caused by not sleeping all day and night made the noble prince Shiratori Rensaburo, who always paid attention to his external image, look extremely haggard, as did the fat man who walked in behind him.
Takagi Wataru, who answered all questions, shook his head regretfully: "No, Miss Sato has gone home."
"Really, then there's nothing you can do - huh? Uehara?" Shiratori, who was putting his hand on his forehead, was about to go back to his work station to relax for a while. When he saw the man sitting next to Takagi, he almost thought he was hallucinating.
"I'm not dreaming, am I? I can actually see you in the Metropolitan Police Department at almost 11 o'clock at night?" Chiba Kazuhiro, who was also a little surprised, yawned, sleepiness covering almost every part of his plump body.
"What, does the law stipulate that I can't work overtime?" Katsuki Uehara felt like an orangutan being watched in a zoo at this moment, and he raised his middle finger angrily.
Chiba Kazunobu, who had worked hard all day and night, smiled heartily, and his mental fatigue seemed to be alleviated a lot with this smile.
"No, it can only be said to be rare."
Rensaburo Shiratori couldn't help laughing and echoed, while Takagi, an honest man, just laughed along with him, but didn't "add insult to injury".
"If you are so sleepy that you have hallucinations, then go home and sleep. The bags under your eyes are swollen like nothing and you are still enjoying yourself." Uehara Katsumi, unable to refute, curled his lips and began to turn into personal attacks.
"I would like to sleep, but the current situation is that seven people have died in a row. Even if I am sleepy, I can only sleep for a while." Shiratori Rensaburo who sighed casually pulled up a chair and sat down, his expression a little gloomy.
When talking about the case, he grinned and wanted to shoot the murderer on the spot. Chiba Kazuno patted his general's belly and continued helplessly: "Yes, from the surface, there is no intersection between the seven people who died, and even Their occupations are all varied, and there is no pattern of murder among the prisoners."
"We have also looked through the files of previous serial murder cases, but we have not found anything similar to this case. Now we can only start with the occupation and three-level social circle of each deceased." Takagi was also troubled. She also pulled up a colleague's chair and sat down, vomiting his bitterness.
The so-called three-level social circle is colleagues, relatives, and friends.
The workload of investigation and visits is not small and tiring.
"It's such an exaggeration. What's going on with your case?" Katsumi Uehara, holding a thermos cup, was a little surprised.
"It started towards the end of your leave and I thought it was just a simple murder."
Flicking up his unique Coral Sea hairstyle, Shiratori Rensaburo fell into memories: "That day I received the report and took people there. The first deceased was a doctor who was found dead in the fish tank in the apartment. His blood was all The water was dyed red and the scene was very bloody.
"At that time, we found the metal card with [NEXT] written on it in the deceased's wallet, but we thought it was the deceased's own collection. But the next day, we received another report. The second person died in The deceased in the fish tank appeared. His occupation was a hospital security guard. Of course, he also had a metal card in his wallet.
"Then the third one, the fourth one..."
Shiratori Rensaburo's tone became deeper and deeper, and the fists he clenched unconsciously showed that he was suppressing the anger igniting in his heart.
Seeing that something was wrong, Takagi Wataru immediately took over the conversation and patted his friend's hand to tell him not to get too excited: "Originally we thought it was aimed at hospitals, but the careers of those who died later were not comparable to doctors."
"To be precise, only the first two deceased people worked related to the hospital."
Chiba Kazunobu also looked solemn: "Doctors, hospital security guards, financial practitioners, horse breeders at racecourses, construction workers, power plant managers, truck drivers. Putting these professions together, we can't find any connection at all -"
"Eh? Why are you all here tonight? Aren't you going home so late?"
Chiba and Nobuzheng were talking, but their words were suddenly interrupted by a voice of doubt. Several people looked at her in surprise. Miwako Sato, who was holding a delivery lunch box, was standing at the door of the office area. She tilted her head slightly and looked at the four people sitting around her workstation who seemed to be in a meeting.
"Miss Sato? Weren't you taken home by your aunt?" Takagi Wataru was stunned for a moment, blurting out doubts that Uehara Katsumi didn't even have time to stop.
"ha?"
Miwako Sato, who understood instantly, immediately locked her eyes on Katsumi Uehara, who quietly stood up and prepared to run away.
"Um, I thought you just got a takeaway and took it home. After all, you've been down for such a long time..."
After laughing awkwardly, Katsuki Uehara hurriedly lifted his legs and ran away: "That's it, I still have a murderer to deal with, you guys can talk slowly!"
"...Uehara, Katsumi!"
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! Miwako! Miwa-chan! Miss Sato! Sato-senpai! Damn Shiratori, you heartless people just watch!"
