At 09:24 in the morning, the three-department office area was bustling with people.
Uehara Katsumi, who returned to his workstation, sat on his chair and bit his nails for nearly ten minutes, staring at the new documents placed on his desk, his expression serious enough to be close to the level when he was thinking about the direction of the documents.
Miwako Sato, who was not far away, looked puzzled. She put down the pen she was writing a report on, got up and walked to his desk. She curled up her right index finger and tapped the table: "What's wrong? It's been like this since I went to work in the morning. An expression?”
"I'm thinking about something very important, Sato."
Uehara Katsuki raised his eyes, and his extremely serious gaze made Miwako Sato feel shuddered, and her expression immediately became serious: "What's going on? Natsuki Chuanzhi has also explained everything that happened. Is there anything else he's hiding?"
This bastard forced Katsumi Uehara to choose one of the two and almost died. If there is some hidden backhand that has not been explained, wouldn't it be...
"No, that's not the case. Xia Muchuan Zhiya's matter has already passed."
The man waved his hand and asked solemnly: "I mean, is there a possibility that I can continue to sit in the office?"
"..."
The seriousness on Sato Miwako's face instantly drifted away like snowflakes, her eyes were bent down, and she stared at her partner in front of her speechlessly: "If the Megure Police Department hadn't taken you out of the police force, you could still continue to sit in the office."
As the police department, Katsumi Uehara has great autonomy within the three departments, but the premise is that he does not encounter Megure Thirteen who can control him.
Looking at the entire three departments, the police department only has 3 so far——
Mu Mu Shi San, the powerful boss who has worked hard at the grassroots level for more than 20 years;
Rensaburo Shiratori, who laughed at himself for getting promoted after performing a sex scene;
And Katsumi Uehara, who returned from vacation.
Compared with the power held by the boss of the third line, Megure Juzo, although Shiratori Rensaburo and Uehara Katsumi are now in the same police department as him in terms of police rank, the actual situation is that they are still police officers belonging to the third line. Under the jurisdiction of Mumu Shisan.
After all, although the professional group is promoted quickly, it is impossible to get so many positions of real power in the Metropolitan Police Department. Moreover, there are only so many powerful positions, and they are all carrots and pitfalls.
This is also the reason why Shiratori Rensaburo, who is also from the professional team like him, is also in the police department, but he is still working under Megure Thirteen.
"So, the four kings that the Mumu Police Department relies on as its right-hand men are actually the four of you, right?"
"That's not necessarily the case."
Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows, leaning down slightly with her right hand against her partner's desk, her eyes filled with a joking smile: "You are a hero, Uehara. Who in the entire Metropolitan Police Department doesn't know that there is a super policeman in the Investigation Department 3?" , there is a super hero.”
The woman was very close, and her voice was very low.
Katsuki Uehara looked at his partner in amusement, who seemed to have caught his sore point, and raised a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth: "In this case, why don't we make a bet?"
"bet?"
"Let's bet on the eucalyptus assigned to the Memu Police Department next and see who he will take out."
The man pursed his lips in the direction of the department head's desk where Mu Mu Thirteen was, tilted his head and smiled: "If you take me out, I will compensate you twice the amount you bet. But if you lose, you have to compensate me. Twice. But only for today.”
When Miwako Sato heard about the bet, she also glanced at the department head's office.
"What, don't you dare to gamble?" Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows, and the playfulness between his eyebrows became even more intense.
"What's the bet?"
"From 1,000."
"It's a bet."
Miwako Sato took out a banknote from her suit pocket and pressed it on her partner's desk. Her eyes were full of confidence: "I will press 5,000."
"I'll press 5,000 too."
The two of them were looking at each other, but suddenly a sneaky voice came out from beside them, which scared Miwako Sato and made her heart skip a beat——
"White Bird?"
Turning around, he saw Rensaburo Shiratori, who was just passing by with a document in his arms. The coral head shape that remained unchanged for thousands of years was very eye-catching.
"Don't misunderstand Zuotou, I'm betting on you to win, 5,000." Shiratori Rensaburo took out a banknote from his pocket and looked at the man beside him: "Give me this opportunity to make money, Uehara?"
"Of course, everyone is welcome. Who would refuse someone to give them money?"
Katsuki Uehara accepted the two bills with a smile: "Why don't you ask if anyone else wants to participate?"
"It's illegal to gather people to gamble, Uehara." Miwako Sato glanced at him.
"I violate traffic rules every day, and the reason why I report to the traffic class is that it is necessary for investigation."
"Don't pretend to be sick."
"You are underestimating my abilities."
Miwako Sato pursed her lips and smiled kindly: "Be prepared to bleed a lot, Uehara."
"We'll see." Katsuki Uehara shook the banknotes in his hand and didn't care.
"Chiba, Takagi..."
Soon, a bet involving members of the core group of the three series was established under the witness of Miwako Sato and Katsuki Uehara.
After learning the content of the bet, Chiba Kazunobu and Takagi Wataru each put out 5,000 yen to bet Sato Miwako to win. For a time, the vote ratio reached an astonishing and disparity of 4:1.
As the banker, Katsuki Uehara clapped the banknotes in his hand with a smile and watched Miwako Sato leave, who was convinced that he would win.
"Okay, the bet is over, and you guys -"
"Uehara, I'll give you another ten thousand to beat you to win."
After confirming that Sato Miwako had gone away, Shiratori Rensaburo, who put down the documents, hurriedly took out his wallet from his arms, took out a piece of banknote and put it on the table: "I don't have high demands. After winning, I will bring this ten thousand with me." Just give me back the 5,000 together."
"Me too, I still have more confidence in you." Chiba Kazunobu followed closely, lowering his voice like a thief, as if he was afraid that Sato Miwako, who had gone far away, would hear.
"...Takagi, what about you?" Uehara Katsumi, who was laughing dumbly, then turned his attention to Takagi Wataru, who was obviously a little confused at the moment.
There is no need for additional investment. Based on Katsumi Uehara's past glorious record, this 5,000 is a guaranteed loss.
But if you add...
"Don't worry, I won't tell Zuotou, we will keep it a secret for you." The smiling Uehara Katsuki was like a bewitching fox at this moment.
On the side, Rensaburo Shiratori and Chiba Heshin were working together, nodding like chickens pecking at rice.
"God knows this and earth knows it. You know it and we know it."
"Keep it a secret."
After making a difficult decision, Takagi Wataru finally chose the winning side.
Not far away, Miwako Sato, who seemed to have returned to her seat and started writing a conclusion report, quietly pulled the flap and glanced at her partner several times, taking in everything in sight, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.
These bastards!
"Oh, some people, just be prepared to lose money."
Uehara Katsuki, who had put the banknotes in his pocket, glanced at the department head's office where there was still no movement, and walked past Miwako Sato proudly, with such a confident look that the latter almost wanted to break the rules of the game and report directly.
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry, I'm not pretending to be sick, I just have a stomachache. No call came in, so prepare to go to the toilet with pay."
"..."
Miwako Sato bit her pen and glanced up at the time on the wall clock. She held her cheek with one hand and watched the man disappear around the corner of the bathroom.
Lunch time, lunch break, afternoon work time.
As the setting sun gradually dyed the skyline red, Miwako Sato almost chewed the body of her ballpoint pen in the still silence of the department head's office.
Especially when she saw Katsumi Uehara holding up a hand-drawn comic book towards her.
"It looks like you are going to lose. There are still 2 minutes left. I will go to the toilet first and come back to get ready for get off work. I will also think about what to eat tonight. After all, someone is sponsoring me."
Leaning against the baffle of Miwako Sato's desk in a cowardly manner, Katsuki Uehara waved the banknotes in his hand proudly: "Would you like to treat you to dinner tonight, Sato?"
"There are still 2 minutes, don't get too proud."
Katsuki Uehara, who had two chewing gums flying into his mouth, puffed bubbles nonchalantly: "Just wait for a miracle. It seems that no one from the police department is in the office at the moment. They may have already left work early."
The man who turned to the bathroom corridor hummed a melodious tune and pushed the door open. A figure wearing an orange windbreaker suddenly came into view——
? !
"Brother Uehara, just in time, come with me after you use the toilet. Brother Maori called, something happened at Mantiantian Company's game exhibition."
Memu Shisan, who had just zipped up and hung up the phone, turned around and saw his capable subordinate who had barely seen anyone the whole day, and gave him a casual instruction.
"..."
