Shiratori Renzaburo rolled up his sleeves resignedly, put the crystal ball in a small net bag, hung it directly on the running fan, and watched helplessly as the little octopus changed from its original corpse-like state to its star-eyed state.
"Wow, bad guy, let me out!"
The little octopus straightened its head and began to wave its eight tentacles wildly. Its original cute and cute appearance suddenly disappeared.
"Mochizuki Police Department?"
Shiratori Rensaburo looked surprised. If he heard correctly, a child's voice sounded from the room just now. It couldn't be this gadget!
"You heard it too, so I'll leave this task to you. Let it hang there for two or three days, not even one minute less."
Mochizuki pointed at the crystal ball. The little octopus had already formed the shape of a vomiting leaf. Its tentacles were constantly flapping around, and its eyes had become weak.
Mochizuki made a face at the little octopus, picked up the small book in his hand, and planned to go to the solitary room to see the excitement.
Speaking of which, since the last gathering at Mr. Midorikawa's bar, these people had deliberately avoided her, as if she was a god of plague, which was not what they said when they took her little paper figurine.
"Make sure to complete the mission."
Shiratori Rensaburo looked at the little octopus spitting outside, feeling a bit bitter in his heart.
Only Officer Mochizuki can figure out this way to deal with this little thing, but this matter will not be overcome so easily.
Shiratori Rensaburo sighed, and honestly took out his mobile phone to report to the superiors. He still had a mission here. Of course, he always thought that both parties knew it well.
"What's the situation now?"
White Horse Police Chief had just arrived at the cafeteria and had not even taken two bites of his meal when he received the report from White Bird. Several people traveling with him had the same expression.
"right here."
Shiratori Rensaburo pointed to the small octopus still hanging on the fan. This extraordinary species has extremely strong adaptability. Originally, he was worried that something would go wrong if it continued like this.
Unexpectedly, the little octopus spit out two mouthfuls of saliva and then returned to its original lying state. Seemingly, nothing happened. No wonder Mochizuki had to hang on to it for three days in one breath.
"Are you sure it just spoke?"
Shio Morohoshi knocked the crystal ball with his hand, and the cool touch was clearly visible. Although it looked the same as an ordinary crystal ball, it was actually very different in his hands.
This thing will change its shape depending on the force it receives, and holding it in your hand is like holding a water balloon. It is amazing that water can gather in people's hands in such a shape.
"Due to the suddenness of the incident, I didn't have time to record it, but I can swear by my police badge that all the information just reported is accurate."
Shiratiao put his hand on the police badge pinned to his chest, stood straight and said with a serious face.
The White Horse Police Director nodded and was about to say something when the door to the office was suddenly pushed open. Several people were startled and looked back.
"Report, everything is ready."
The people who came in were not Wangyue, but some heavily armed inspectors.
It has to be said that when it comes to researching the mystery of Mochizuki’s identity, the Metropolitan Police Department and the organization have the same brain circuits. Both parties unanimously place their hopes on scientific research, and their investment is quite large.
"Isn't this a bit too ostentatious?"
Rensaburo Shiratori huddled in a small corner, watching a room full of people in white coats holding various instruments and starting to scan the crystal ball, and one even wanted to knock some media off it.
Please, although this thing looks like a sphere, its essence is sea water. What on earth do the people who hit it with a hammer think? There are so many people. If the Mochizuki Police Department comes back, how will he explain it?
"There is no way. So far we have only obtained some hair from the Mochizuki Police Department, and we can't confirm whether it belongs to her. We can only use all our methods on this thing, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to the superiors!"
The man in a white coat who posted the command said helplessly. He didn't want to be like this, but the people who funded them were not easy to deal with at all. There was no gain at all. He didn't dare to raise money these days.
Bai Niao coughed a few times. He found the hair from the trash can in the office.
He thought about how he, a dignified young man, had ever done such a wretched thing, but if he stayed here, something even more damaging would probably happen, and he felt a little tormented just thinking about it.
"Okay, you have five minutes."
The White Horse Police Chief looked at the clock on the wall and reminded everyone present that Mochizuki would not be able to stay in the solitary room for long. After calculating the time, it would be time to come back. A group of white coats suddenly became busy, and there was only one person in the room. Hear the hum of the instrument.
"Shiratori, the rest will be left to you."
A group of people tried various methods, but except for taking a few photos, they still had no substantial gains. They could only place their hope on the only member of the Paranormal Events Department.
At the door of the solitary room, Mochizuki stood outside with a small book and watched the excitement. Hagiwara Kenji was the only one in the room.
The handsome little face that originally attracted people has lost its original appearance. It seems that all the people who attacked him have greeted him on the face. However, judging from Mochizuki, the injury looks a bit serious, but in fact there is nothing wrong with it.
There was some excitement outside, Datehang and Matsuda were both there, Datehang was not mentioned, the eldest brother of these people was also known for his calm temper, although he looked a little angry, but he was more worried about his friends.
As for the curly hair on the side, he is now simply an irritable husky, and the grinning look is so interesting.
"Hey, why are you holding him? Let go."
Mochizuki looked at the little policeman holding Matsuda tightly and waved to him to let go.
"Officer Ida?"
Takagi Wataru looked at his partner and master with some embarrassment. He had never seen such a young police officer before, but as soon as Officer Matsuda was let go, he would definitely run in and beat someone.
"Let him go, Takagi. This is Police Officer Mochizuki, the head of the Paranormal Incident Processing Department. If you encounter anything strange in the future, remember to go to her as soon as possible."
Datehang pulled Takagi over, and Matsuda took off the sunglasses hanging on his face. His face was also colorful. Obviously, the people in the room were not completely without resistance.
"My name is Takagi Shita, please take good care of me in the future!"
Takagi Wataru had a naive smile on his face and touched the back of his head with one hand, looking a little confused.
"Can you ask me anything useful?"
Mochizuki smiled and pointed at Hagihara Kenji, who was sitting in the room without speaking.
"This idiot didn't notice anything. He even made a phone call without wearing an explosion-proof suit."
Matsuda began to grit his teeth again. Who knows what he was feeling when the explosion happened, but that guy actually dared to fight back.
(End of chapter)
