Kiyonaga Matsumoto held a document in his hand, knocked on the door of the conference room, and walked in from the outside.
Since Mochizuki reported to the police station, these big shots went to the Metropolitan Police Department for more and more meetings, and he was always in charge every time. Thinking about it made me a little tired.
"Our man has returned to normal. He still looks a little weak, but the doctor has checked that he will be fine as long as he gets a good rest."
Matsumoto Kiyonaga put the documents on the table, sat down on the seat below, and said in a leisurely manner, Mochizuki was very measured in his actions. The lives of these people were not in serious danger, but they looked a little unlucky. They were like porcelain now. Baby, if you are not careful, you may have an accident. Fortunately, there are a lot of talismans in the police station. The four people carried the talismans on their bodies, and the situation improved significantly.
"Where are those people?"
Morohoshi Toshio asked curiously. He had just returned here not long ago due to work reasons and had not received any other news.
"The conditions of those people did not improve. After the sedatives wore off, several people started yelling and committing self-harm. Fortunately, they were taken back to the police station and did not cause trouble in the hospital."
"The three rescuers are also out of danger. They are currently under police guard and no one else can touch them."
Elder Kiyoshi Matsumoto honestly reported the feedback he received to the people sitting there, and the conference room fell into deep thought.
Mochizuki's goal is obvious, which is to let them take these people to find her so that they can break up with them. However, the police station has other solutions, but if she doesn't take the initiative, who knows if she will do it again. What's coming.
"If Mochizuki hadn't been discovered this time, I wouldn't have known that those people would have hired so many people to spy on them."
The Baima police chief had an angry look on his face. With so many people in the police station, they only sent out four people, and they didn't monitor people at night. Those people just hid under Mochizuki's bed and watched her every move. No wonder people are so angry.
"Since dealing with Mochizuki, the police department has been forced to take so many scapegoats. This time it is their turn to come forward to solve the problem. Each of them has little ability, but the ability to cause trouble is not small."
Odagiri Toshiro was a little disdainful. Of course those people were saved, but the police couldn't come forward anyway. Aren't those congressmen very capable? Let them come forward to solve the problem themselves, and by the way, he would also take the blame for them.
Several people present did not raise their hands in agreement, but they did not object either. Now that the matter has been brought to light this time, someone must take responsibility. As for who it is, let those congressmen have the headache!
At this point in the meeting, there was basically nothing to talk about. A few people made up their minds to pretend to be dead. As long as the identities of those arrested were found, they would be asked to be collected by the people behind them. Those who happened to leave took away the wallets of their companions. , the hospital is clinging to it. This is a good opportunity to return the person. It is the responsibility of the Metropolitan Police Department to solve people's problems.
"Matsumoto, the Supernatural Incident Processing Department has not handled a case on its own since its establishment. This incident is a bit strange, so let her take charge alone and let other departments fully cooperate."
With the order from the White Horse Police Chief, Mochizuki's paranormal incident handling department gloriously received a case. Of course, Mochizuki didn't know about it.
It was already her instinct to do her own thing during working hours. This guy was sorting out his belongings without even thinking that it was time to go to work today.
When other people heard this decision, they all had smiles on their faces. If they let people go at will, those people might not admit it. Maybe the police station would have to pay the hospital a large sum of money for treatment, but the person being dealt with now is Wangyue, finally got a chance to make contact, but these people still had to sharpen their heads to get in.
It just so happened that Mochizuki had a look. The police were not that shameless. The real shameless ones were the congressmen. It was best to punish them so that they would not become an eyesore in one day.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga restored the table in the conference room to its original state, returned to the office alone, and started dialing the internal phone number in Mochizuki's office. No one responded until the phone hung up automatically.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga gave up trying and dialed the number of Megure Thirteen. The detective who searched the first section should have two days of vacation. Megure should be on vacation now, but his purpose was not to find Megure, he just wanted to I would like to gently remind Wangyue that you still need to report in for work hours.
Megure Jusan is traveling in Osaka with his wife. As a criminal police officer, there is basically no fixed rest time. I finally have a few days of vacation, so I won't be forced to cancel it again.
Mumu Shisan answered the phone with some anxiety, but the name of Mochizuki Police Department was called out on the receiver. It was a typo.
"Administrator Matsumoto, I am Megure."
Mumu Shisan gave his wife a quiet look and spoke out to remind his boss.
"It's Megure. I made the wrong number. You happen to be very close to Mochizuki's department. Ask her to come to my office."
Mu Mu Shisan wanted to say something more, but the person on the other end had hung up the phone. He had no choice but to dial Mochizuki's cell phone honestly.
This girl is also very ambitious. She will be late five days out of the ten working days, and she will definitely leave early on the other five days. Fortunately, the working hours of the criminal police are not fixed, unlike other departments that have a clock-in system, otherwise she will definitely be fired.
Mochizuki had just loaded the things into the truck and was about to follow the driver back to the villa when he was interrupted by a call from Mumu Shisan. He had to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to take a look. After only a few days of silence, another case happened and another case happened. After naming her and making her responsible, she will be busy again.
"Uncle, please send my things to this address."
Mochizuki wrote down the address of her neighbor. When she went out in the morning, she gave him a bowl of spicy curry, hoping that he would keep her things for the sake of rice. To ensure nothing was lost, Mochizuki wrote another note, roughly After explaining the matter, he hurried back to the police station to wait.
"Administrator Matsumoto, what do you want from me?"
Mochizuki managed to take a breath. She really didn't blame her this time. Who knew there would be a car accident on the road? A taxi driver yelled on the road and kept saying that he had encountered a ghost. There was no scar on his body at all. It's just that the driver of the car she was sitting in happened to be that person's friend. As soon as the two got together, they forgot about her as a passenger, causing her to spend twice as much time.
Matsumoto Kiyonaga looked at the time and saw that it was already the break time. He originally wanted to preach a few words, but he lost his mind when he saw Mochizuki panting. He handed her the document and waved people away, out of sight and out of mind.
Mochizuki returned to the office with the documents in hand, opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of drink to quench her thirst. The refrigerator was prepared by herself and was not found in other offices in the police station. Anyway, there were few adults in her place.
Mochizuki had finished all the bottles he bought, and the only bottles in them were placed by Miho Sato. Mochizuki said sorry in his heart but did not stop moving his hands, looking through the documents and drinking.
Three updates today, this is the first chapter
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