"So heartless? No mercy at all?" Katsuki Uehara, who was leaning back with his right index finger on the table, tilted his head and stared at Sato Miwako, his eyebrows raised.
The latter, who was turning the handcuffs, also looked at him jokingly: "Business is one of the principles of the police. I hope you haven't forgotten it."
"What a coincidence, I often break the rules."
Uehara Katsumi shrugged noncommittally, his eyes crossed Sato Miwako and fell on Chiba Kazunobu and Takagi Wataru, seeking recognition: "Special circumstances are treated with special treatment, and police rules are not dead, you say Right?"
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"..."
The two inspection chiefs looked left and right. The colleagues around them seemed to have not seen this at all, as if they were busy with what they were doing.
"Takagi, I suddenly remembered that we still have something to finish, right?"
Chiba and Shin, who were the first to react, turned to look at his partner and poked his arm with his elbow: "That's the one from the past two days."
"Huh? Huh?"
Takagi, who had not reacted for a while, was stunned for a moment, but after noticing the cryptic look he gave him, he suddenly understood and nodded hurriedly: "Oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, just the first two words. God, you are so busy."
The fat and thin fairy boy turned around tacitly understanding each other, and left arm in arm.
Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Takagi Wataru once walked on the same foot, but when Chiba Kazuno found out, he raised his foot and bumped him, and the latter returned to his original position.
"It seems that no one agrees with your idea." Miwako Sato, who had a panoramic view of the performance, turned her head, put away the handcuffs and raised her eyebrows.
"Um……"
Katsuki Uehara, who was stroking his chin with his right hand, hesitated for a while and said, "I am your boss."
"so?"
"Subordinates cannot contradict their superiors, understand?"
Miwako Sato rolled her eyes at the man, and while turning her back to clear the table, the smile on her eyebrows remained unchanged: "You already have Suzuki's luxurious dress, why are you going to do it?"
"It's too high-end. I'm afraid I can't suppress the aura of a commoner like me."
Too lazy to look at his messy desk, he casually dropped the ballpoint pen that came from a colleague's desk into the pen holder. Uehara Katsumi stood up from the chair and grabbed the light green suit jacket covering the back of the chair with his right hand. : "Also, I think you may need some aesthetic guidance from me as a model."
"Me? Need your aesthetic guidance?"
The woman who heard this seemed to have heard some big joke. She turned around and pointed at herself in disbelief, and laughed out loud: "Are you serious?"
"Apart from the magazine that is obsessed with gold, I think my aesthetics is far ahead of the current era."
Katsuki Uehara obviously doesn't quite agree with Miwako Sato's doubts about her taste.
"For example, your sexy pink EVO?"
"That's called magenta."
Miwako Sato, a veteran dragster, became interested. After returning her chair, she walked out of the office area with her partner with her hands in her pockets: "Can I interview you? How did you come up with the idea of changing your car to pink?" ?”
"You have to allow people to have their own aesthetics."
Uehara Katsumi, who was walking into the elevator, pressed the elevator button, slightly tilted his head to the woman's side, and looked directly at the elevator door that was gradually closing. His gaze was serious and serious: "Then, that's magenta."
"uh-huh."
Miwako Sato, who was smiling, did not retort: "Takagi and the others were scared away by you before they even had a chance to say the name of the store. Where are you going to rent it?"
“Please don’t question a person’s connections in the fashion industry.”
The elevator door opened slowly after arriving on the first floor. The woman who glanced at the man beside her from the corner of her eye walked out of the elevator with a smile: "Former part-time model?"
"I prefer you to call me champion."
In the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department under the sunset, the pink EVO and the red Mazda drove out one after another, seamlessly integrating into the traffic flow of the street.
After nearly twenty minutes of driving, the two cars stopped in front of a clothing store called NEO.
"NEO? Are you serious? I don't think the style of this brand suits me."
Influenced by her best friend Yumi Miyamoto, Miwako Sato is not completely ignorant of some clothing brands. Although NEO, founded by designer Mr. Furuta, is relatively unique in design style, the clothes of this brand are not cheap.
Best of all, the store does not offer dress rentals.
"How will you know if you don't try? It's here."
As if he had guessed what his partner was thinking, Uehara Katsumi smiled before opening the door: "I knew the manager of this store before, and I can rent it."
"you know?"
Miwako Sato was surprised. As soon as he entered the store, a waiter came up to him with great discernment.
"You two——"
"We can just take a look at it ourselves. Call your store manager and tell him that someone named Uehara Katsumi is here to try on clothes. The old rules are to keep accounts." Uehara Katsumi, who was familiar with him, immediately said that the new clerk girl was confused. .
Miwako Sato was a little curious: "Have you rented here before?"
"When I attend other people's weddings, I always have to wear a dress, but I don't want to buy one just for dinner. It's not cost-effective."
Taking her up to the second floor with ease, Uehara Katsumi pointed to the women's evening gowns in the left section inside and said with a smile: "Based on my experience, everything can be rented over there."
"These... are you sure they are suitable for me?"
At first glance, it was a dress that she had only seen in magazines before. Miwako Sato was obviously hesitant.
Is this kind of shoulder-length floor-length skirt too exaggerated?
"Why doesn't it fit?"
Katsumi Uehara picked up a suit at random in the men's dress area and pulled it in front of him. He gestured a few times and looked back, pouting in the direction of the mirror.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Sato Miwako looked along his gaze. In the wide mirror, she happened to be standing in front of a burgundy evening dress with only one head exposed——
It was as if she was wearing this dress. The neat short hair injected a touch of swagger into the bright burgundy color, complementing Katsumi Uehara who was gesturing at the suit.
"We both look stunning, don't we?"
Katsuki Uehara, who put on a black suit and dress, opened his hands slightly, looked at the woman and himself in the mirror, moved his neck to find a better viewing angle, and twisted his body left and right.
"I'm curious if anyone has told you about narcissism." After hesitating, his right index finger touched the fabric of the burgundy dress. After touching and releasing, Miwako Sato turned around and asked as if nothing happened.
"you are the first."
Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows and pointed at the long skirt, with a provocative smile on his lips: "Well, the fitting room is on the right."
Miwako Sato looked at the man playfully: "It sounds good."
"Then, try?"
"I think it's okay."
Card!
The moment the handcuffs were placed on his arms, Katsuki Uehara's smile froze.
"In order to prevent you from doing anything that violates the police manual, please sit down and rest for a while."
Miwako Sato took out the key from the man's trouser pocket and shook it in her palm. She leaned over and chuckled in his ear: "I'll take the handcuff key first.
"Also, I will be slower to change clothes and it will take longer."
Katsumi Uehara, whose right arm was forced to be tied together with the model's arm, was sitting not far from the door of the fitting room, holding his chin with one hand, tapping his bulging cheek back and forth with the five fingers of his left hand, crossing his legs and shaking his feet, his eyes almost bent. It became a protractor: "Don't underestimate people, I can take any time, even two hours."
"Yeah?"
Miwako Sato, who opened the door to the fitting room and took off her brown women's suit jacket, stopped and turned her head, with a teasing smile on her face: "Then I think you may need to go to the hospital."
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