Chapter 334 Madam, There Is Something Wrong with You!

"Is there someone talking about me again?"

Fujino took out the napkin on the side and wiped the non-existent snot, complaining inwardly.

"Brother Fujino, please keep warm."

Megure Thirteen, who was sitting next to him, was wearing an old brown windbreaker. He turned sideways and told Fujino: "The weather is getting colder and colder recently. Remember to put on more clothes."

"By the way, the weather has been a bit changeable recently..."

Sitting opposite, Miwako Sato, wearing a white shirt, also nodded: "Many people have caught a cold recently."

"yes."

Megure Thirteen nodded, but he cared more about Fujino.

In his impression, it seems that Brother Fujino has always been wearing this suit.

The previous one could have been a little thicker, but the current one is a bit too thin and light from a visual point of view. At most, it would be covered with an extra layer of thin windbreaker.

This guy is a bit too frugal...

Are there only these two pieces of clothing?

Mu Mu's nose couldn't help but feel a little sour, and he felt like his old father.

"My physical condition is pretty good. I don't have any colds. I just had a little itchy nose."

Fujino smiled and just replied like this.

A cold or something like that, with his current physique, doesn't even exist.

Even if you ride a bear shirtless in the snow, it won't be a big problem.

Lifting his eyes, Fujino glanced around.

This time the party was held in a private room of an izakaya. In addition to the criminal department, many police officers from other departments also came.

It's easy to tell the difference. Those who haven't drank are criminal police officers.

The person who was drunk must not be a detective.

Well, this is a very simple truth.

After all, there will always be a murder case in Mihua. If the detective is drunk when he is not on vacation, it will be troublesome to handle the case...

Even after get off work, you can't drink. You have to be able to return to the team at any time.

This is not a rule, just an unspoken rule such as professional responsibility.

Anyway, these people who came from the third line just abide by it.

As for why people from other departments came, it can only be said that Yumi Miyamoto is not interested in human affairs. If a good fraternity does not have a police officer like Megure Thirteen who has a family and a career, it will become a fraternity.

Fujino knew quite a few of them.

For example, Yumi Miyamoto and her colleagues in the transportation department.

He remembered that these colleagues should also be killed by Qingshan Old Thief plot in the future...

It can only be said that being a police officer is still very risky. If he hadn't had a system, he would have already sent it.

"Officer Sato, you should also keep warm."

At this time, Shiratiao, who was sitting across from him in a straight suit, immediately transformed into a big licking dog and started asking for help.

"Yes, yes, it will be troublesome if you catch a cold."

Nodding, Takagi also echoed.

It's just that the reaction speed is a bit slow, obviously one step behind White Bird.

Just when the two dogs were about to compete, there was a sudden noise from the side.

"Aha!"

"boom!"

Miyamoto Yumi, who was sitting at the long table, slammed her beer glass on the table, her cheeks turned red, and she roared in a resentful tone: "What 125, what Fujiwara Tofu Shop, Tongtong Nisunai!"

Sato Miwako's ears twitched when she heard this, and she changed the subject and said, "By the way, Yumi, haven't you caught those two guys yet?"

"It's not that I didn't catch it..."

Miyamoto Yumi posted on Sato Miwako, complaining: "That guy has never appeared since he dumped me last time! Really, even if you want to catch him, you have to show up."

"Okay Yumi!"

Sitting at the same table was an oval-faced woman with long black ponytail hair, a traffic policeman named Yagi Murasaki, who patted her on the shoulder and said, "Wouldn't it be nice if that guy didn't show up?"

"But Zi Zhi..."

Miyamoto Yumi was a little unwilling: "That guy provoked us like this. If we don't revoke his driver's license, he will be locked up in the police station..."

"Even if we encounter it, we won't be able to catch it."

The fat woman with short brown hair and bangs was also a police officer from the Ministry of Transportation. She took a sip of beer and was a little dissatisfied: "I don't know if that guy's AE86 was replaced with an engine from an F1 car. Just step on the accelerator." Breaking through 100 yards, our red panda simply can’t keep up.”

"well……"

Sighing, Miyamoto Yumi complained: "Those old stubborns are really stubborn, so they can't lend us the highway patrol car."

"It's no use."

Yagi Shiori said helplessly: "Those people are keeping those sports cars as treasures. We are not going to get there at all, not to mention the traffic environment in Tokyo, even if the highway patrol car comes, it will be useless."

Of course, Miyamoto Yumi understood the persuasion of the two colleagues, but she was still a little unhappy: "Really, if I caught that guy on the street, I would have to teach him a lesson and let Miwako put him in jail. No!"

"Why did you have to catch him."

Sato Miwako was speechless for a moment: "Besides driving fast, does he have any other serious crimes?"

"Well……"

Miyamoto Yumi was speechless for a moment, "That guy doesn't seem to have done anything else besides driving fast."

"Then I can't do it."

Sato Miwako smiled and said: "Unless that guy did something that violated the criminal law, such as murder and kidnapping, otherwise, I can't do it."

"Miwako~"

With a squeak, Miyamoto Yumi played the favor card: "A guy who drives a fast car like that must have killed someone before! You must investigate it carefully!"

"Okay, okay..."

Nodding helplessly, Sato Miwako chose to follow the drunk Miyamoto Yumi.

After the drunken fun is over, today's events will probably be completely forgotten during the mahjong game tomorrow.

Fujino: "..."

As someone who was about to be beaten violently, the corners of his eyebrows twitched slightly.

So does driving fast have to kill people?

As a veteran driver, he has never killed anyone.

what idea……

But he really hasn't been racing lately.

Unexpectedly, this group of people were so desperate that they got into trouble...

Want to race again tomorrow for some excitement?

…………

The sound of water coming out of the hospital is still there.

Belmode thought and shook his head.

Her idea was just a guess based on the information she had.

It was Gin who handled the animal organization's affairs, and she couldn't easily overstep her authority.

As far as the evidence currently available is concerned, there is nothing to prove that there are middlemen making the difference.

As for in-depth investigation, that's not enough. I can only say that there is no reason to care so much.

If you want to get more information, you have to exchange information with Gin.

She is not willing to exchange information or anything like that.

Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with her. Even if there is a fight, the flames of war will not affect her. At most, Gin will have to work more overtime, contribute more to the organization and get shot a few times.

The key thing now is who has that woman in his hands, who is the guy with the bat mask, and which force he belongs to.

This point is the most important, but if you want to find these two clues, you will most likely encounter the middleman...

Belmode felt that his thoughts were a little confused.

Standing up from the bath water, water droplets fell on the bubbles on the surface.

She stretched out her hand to smooth her long golden hair and covered her forehead.

It always feels like there is a big invisible hand pushing everything.

…………

The next day was still a holiday.

Fujino looked at the Saturday on the calendar on his phone and fell into deep thought.

Well, yesterday was Saturday and today is Saturday too.

Co-author: This weekend has been a bit long...

It's just that it's not the same day.

"Jingle Bell!"

At this time, an unknown call suddenly popped up on the screen of the mobile phone.

Judging from the length of the phone number, the caller should be calling from a phone booth.

Fujino thought for a moment and then answered the phone.

Soon, a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Excuse me, is this the Fujino Detective Agency?"

"Yes, this is the Fujino Detective Agency."

Fujino responded.

Listening to the voice on the other side, it must be a woman. Her voice is soft and has a steady and mature feeling. She must be in the middle.

As for personality and appearance, it was difficult for him to judge.

After all, there are too many people with nice voices and monster looks.

However, it was obvious that judging other people's appearance by their voices was not within the scope of his duties. What he cared about was matters that were part of his duties as a detective.

Since the other party is calling the detective agency, there is a high probability that it is the client.

Thinking of this, Fujino asked: "Do you have any entrustment that you would like to trouble me to investigate?"

"Well, yes, just like what you said, I do have a commission that I want to trouble you with..."

The mature and elegant female voice on the other end of the phone paused, and then continued: "I have a friend. I want to see him again no matter what, but I haven't seen him for many years and my contact information has been lost."

"In other words, find someone to entrust..."

Fujino thought for a moment and became more and more proficient in this kind of entrustment of finding people: "In that case, do you have a photo of the person you want to find, and do you have the name of the person?"

"some."

The female voice was still calm: "His name is Shibata Shiro, and I also have the photo here."

"In that case, if you have time, you can come to my detective agency to discuss it in detail."

After hearing this, Fujino felt that this entrustment was quite simple.

There is a name and a photo. When the time comes, call Brother Memu, and even three generations of ancestors can dig it out for him.

"Can't today?"

The female voice had a slight fluctuation, and there was a little trouble in it.

"I have time, but it mainly depends on whether you have time."

"So that's it. In fact, I'm already near your office. I'd be a little worried if I couldn't meet you."

"Already here?"

Fujino was surprised for a moment, and then said calmly: "In that case, let's meet to discuss the clues and commission money."

"OK."

The woman on the other end of the phone was now standing in the phone booth.

After getting the answer that he could meet in person, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If I can't meet with you today, I'll be in trouble."

After murmuring, the woman fixed her gaze on the detective agency not far away: "I don't know what kind of people those two people are."

…………

Detective agency.

After receiving the news that his client was about to visit, Fujino put on his suit, went downstairs and went straight to the detective office on the second floor to start preparations.

Take out the teapot, prepare the documents, and tidy up the sofa, all in one go.

"Ding Dong!"

At this time, the doorbell of the detective agency suddenly rang.

Fujino turned around and said, "Come in!"

The door of the detective agency was pushed open.

A woman with an aristocratic aura walked in.

The woman had fair skin and short brown hair combed high. She was holding a small bag in front of her. She was wearing a dark purple kimono with a white lining and a waist guard tied with a red rope. She was also wearing a loose black raincoat. She was wearing straw sandals with white socks showing.

In various ways, she was a beauty.

It was just that her hairstyle was a bit lame. If she could control it, she could only be called a beauty.

"Hello, Detective Fujino. My name is Ikebo. I'm the one I just talked to on the phone."

The woman who called herself Ikebo bowed slightly, leaned forward slightly, and politely greeted Fujino in a very formal way: "I also heard from my friends that you are the best at finding people, so I suddenly came to bother you."

Fujian: "..."

Looking at the woman in front of him, he was speechless for a while.

Why does she look familiar?

After recovering, he took a deep breath and replied politely: "Since it was introduced by an acquaintance, then I will naturally help... Let's not talk so much for now, please come in."

"Well, excuse me."

The woman who called herself Ikebo nodded and looked around curiously.

Exquisite layout, white room floor, brand new and simple sofa and coffee table, even the ashtray is empty, and there is no smell of cigarettes around.

Unlike the dirty and messy detective agency she expected, this detective agency seems much more comfortable...

Rather than saying comfortable, it's better to say modern and professional?

It is hard not to wonder if this detective agency is the detective agency of the high school student detective in front of him.

With this kind of decoration, she thought she had entered the reception room of a big company.

"Please sit down."

Fujiano invited her to the sofa, then poured a cup of black tea and asked about this commission: "Although we have just talked on the phone, I still want to confirm the reason why you are looking for someone."

"It's like this..."

The woman who called herself Ikebo took a sip of black tea: "The person I am looking for is actually my classmate in high school. At that time, we were both in the kendo club. He moved before graduation, so his address was not left on the roster at that time."

"Well, I think I understand."

Fujiano nodded and looked at the other party: "But I'm going to ask, are you married?"

"Ah?"

The woman who called herself Ikebo was obviously stunned.

"It's like this."

Fujiano looked at the woman's hand: "Your hand is wrapped in a bandage. I can't be sure whether you are married for the time being. If you are married, I may get into unnecessary trouble if I carry out this commission."

"I see."

The woman narrowed her eyes and glanced at Fujino. She secretly felt that the other party's observation ability was indeed terrible. After thinking for a while, she replied: "Actually, I'm not married yet. This injury was actually caused by me cooking last night. I haven't held a knife for a long time, so I accidentally got hurt."

"Is that so?"

Fujiano silently stared at the other party's hand.

Madam, you are not right!

You are obviously married, but you still say that you are not married. Isn't that wrong?

As for why he can see that the other party is married...

The bandages are all fake, they are all iced black tea water.

Hattori Heiji's mother is the real one!

What Ikebo, it's obviously Hattori!