"What happened? I think your face looked wrong just now."
After the meal, Miwako Sato, who was watching Shiratori leave, moved her shoulders and neck and turned her head to ask.
Katsuki Uehara opened the chewing gum box and randomly flew two pieces into his mouth, then handed the metal box to her: "Is it obvious?"
"What do you think?" Miwako Sato, who has gradually become accustomed to two pieces of chewing gum after meals, chewed the fragrance of mint and said indifferently.
"An idiot who has disappeared for a year sent me a package, and it was mailed directly to the Metropolitan Police. It's strange, I have broken off relations with him for a long time."
"I want to reconcile with you but I can't keep my face open, so why don't we try to give each other a step first?"
Miwako Sato, who heard the implication, walked side by side towards the elevator entrance with the man, and the memory in her mind quickly locked onto a name——
Oikawa Kunihiko.
Among the people Katsuki Uehara has spoken about, the adjective "disappeared for a year" has only been used by the man named Oikawa Kunihiko in the magazine.
The elevator door opened and the two of them walked in.
"There are no steps between me and him."
"Why? You didn't really hook up with his wife, did you?"
"I do think so, but it's a pity that he doesn't have a wife."
"???"
The grinning Katsuki Uehara didn't explain too much. After arriving at the floor where the third department was located, Miwako Sato walked out of the elevator.
Uehara Katsuki continued to take the elevator down to the next floor. After arriving at the package storage counter, he showed his ID and received a small package the size of a flip phone.
The name Oikawa Kunihiko was indeed written in the sender column on the signed receipt.
"Murakami, did this package just arrive?"
"Yes, Uehara Police Department, what's wrong? Is there any problem?"
"No, it's nothing, thanks."
Uehara Katsumi smiled kindly at the staff, tore open the package and took out a... flip phone?
Um?
I wanted to turn on the phone, but after pressing the button for a long time, the screen still failed to light up.
"Is the battery out..."
Uehara Katsuki frowned as he felt doubtful, then put his cell phone in his pocket and took the elevator back to the third-series office area.
As a habitual fisherman, he always has removable battery panels in his drawer. When the battery is out of power, replace it with a new battery board, which is easy and convenient.
"Yo Uehara, did you buy a new phone?"
"Have you ever seen anyone with a new phone of this quality?"
After laughing and scolding the veterans who came up to him, Katsuki Uehara returned to his seat and opened the drawer. He took out the spare circuit board of his flip phone of the same model, removed the back cover and replaced it.
The moment the phone is turned on, the slight wear and tear on the screen is instantly obscured by the light.
After entering the main page, Katsuki Uehara bit the lower right flap of his lip, and quickly clicked into the mailbox with his finger——
Empty.
Thinking that there would be some hidden emails in his mailbox, he thought about Oikawa Kunihiko's privacy habits and tried for a long time, but couldn't find anything 1kb in size.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind and Katsuki Uehara almost threw his phone away in shock——
"He sent you a mobile phone?"
Turning his head to look, Sato Miwako, who was leaning towards him with his hands behind his back, came into view.
"I just came back from the bathroom and passed by here. I just saw you coming up."
Sato Miwako blinked, hesitated for a moment and said, "Did something happen?"
"I don't know, he sent me a mobile phone with nothing on it, whether it's an email address, software or - huh?"
Katsuki Uehara's voice paused as he turned over the memo.
Looking along his gaze, the only note in the memo on the mobile phone came into Miwako Sato's eyes——
[Kenji, help me. 】
With a very humble request, Sato Miwako subconsciously moved her gaze back to her partner's face. The latter's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was obviously shocked by the contents of the memo.
"Uehara, I remember you said that he was the number one in the police academy, right?" Miwako Sato, who sensed something was wrong, was too lazy to pretend and came closer to observe the mobile phone: "If there is no regular file, it is because he was picked up by the police. Bian Ti left?"
"Tsk, your child is dead and you know you are breast-feeding. How shameful you are when you ask me for help and you can't even say a nice word." Uehara Katsumi, whose expression quickly returned to normal, curled his lips: "I really thought the status of a public security officer was so noble."
"..."
Miwako Sato gave him a strange look: "Is it possible that he has been cornered?"
"You are desperate and still want to send something? Send it to the Metropolitan Police Department."
"Is there a possibility that he doesn't know your current address?"
"...I'll go down and ask about this package. Zuotou, please check the fingerprints on this phone first."
Putting the phone into his partner's hand, Uehara Katsumi spoke calmly.
Miwako Sato weighed the weight of the phone and said incredulously: "Want to help?"
"He is a police officer. If he has fallen into this situation, the less people know about it, the better. Don't worry, I will call you if anything happens."
Katsuki Uehara raised his right hand and waved it, and walked out of the third department gate without looking back.
Acupido-machi 7, 22nd.
This was the shipping address of the package. When confirming the sender of the package, he also glanced at the sender's address.
The magenta Evo roared out of the Metropolitan Police Department parking lot. Uehara Katsumi, who stepped on the accelerator, didn't even bother to look at the traffic lights.
"Hello, Yumi? Yes, it's me, Miwako."
In the office area of the third department, after leaning against the window and seeing the dazzling magenta lightning, Sato Miwako dialed the number of her best friend Yumi Miyamoto.
"Ah, Miwako, what's the matter?"
"Uehara has a car accident to deal with, which may violate traffic rules. Please register his license plate number."
"Okay, I understand, leave it to me."
"Thanks."
Miwako Sato hung up the phone with a pursed lips and looked down at the silver-black flip phone in her hand. As if she thought of something, she turned around and walked out of the third-series door, and took the elevator down to the first floor.
She rummaged through the trash cans filled with packages near the check-in desk and soon saw her target.
"I really don't want to waste any time..."
Youyou sighed, Miwako Sato shook her head, took it back to the third series, found a lighter and burned it completely.
…………………………………………
There is a very ordinary one-family small villa in the 22nd district of Cupido Town 7.
Katsuki Uehara, who got off the car, looked around and was about to press the doorbell when he found that the door to the villa was not closed and was ajar.
When you push the door and walk in, the courtyard is extremely quiet without any abnormalities. You can clearly hear the friction of leather shoes on the cobblestones.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Shuiwu Reina, who was the first to notice the intrusion, stood at the window edge, gazing at the man who was looking at something in the courtyard with a furrowed brow.
Katsumi Uehara? !
How did he find this place? !
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