The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Tokyo, apartment 404.

After mysteriously leading her fiancé into the bedroom, Kasumigaoka Shiyu raised a smirk.

"So, which would you like me to wear?"

Milan, Inter Milan;

Arsenal, Tottenham.

The jerseys of the four football clubs are lined up, shaking Yamashita's mind calmly and confidently:

"The enemy shames me to take off her clothes!"

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"Turen, I'm going to cram school! Don't be late!"

"Yes, yes, I understand."

Early in the morning, Atsuto Yamashita was dragged out of bed by his fiancée again, with dead fish eyes on his face, struggling to brush his teeth in the bathroom.

Her hair, which hadn't been trimmed for a long time, was as messy as a bird's nest, Lingxia Zhiqiu Shiyu couldn't help but reach out and touch it before leaving.

Hair is fine and feels silky to the touch.

"Really, I have to get up and have a meal every day before going back to sleep."

"If this goes on, stomach problems will no longer occur, but the pleasure of staying in bed will also be lost."

The people at the foot of the mountain were very melancholy, but there was nothing they could do.

Who made Shiyu his woman?

[Sister Lily, I have forced him to get up for two consecutive days as you said. 】

On the other hand, Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who was rushing to the cram school, also informed Matsumoto Sayuri, the mastermind behind all these actions, of her corrective actions through a text message.

[Good job Shi Yu, if this happens, Duren's future personal resume will look much better.I think my father should be very happy to see the scene where Tuk-ren is no longer late. 】

Sayuri Matsumoto, the planner of the dog head, just arrived at the teacher's office. While drinking tea, she saw the email from the prospective sister-in-law, and her mood improved a lot early in the morning.

[However, Miss Lily, are you sure that this will help restore the relationship between the two of them? 】

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu vaguely felt that it was still unreliable.

She already knew all about her fiancé's temperament, and she always felt that the complex conflict between Atsuto and Matsumoto Kiyonaga should be far more than what Sayuri Matsumoto saw.

[At least it's a positive signal, isn't it?Father, he has always been critical of Turen's free and undisciplined character who often regards rules as nothing. Every time they meet, the two of them always disagree on the issue of work attitude.If Duren corrected this problem, his father would not have to scold him every time he saw him. 】

Although Atsuto Yamashita has never called her sister in a serious way, nor has Kiyoshi Matsumoto called his father in a serious way.But Xiao Baihe felt that she should still fulfill her responsibilities as a sister and try to mediate the conflict between her father and younger brother as much as possible.

【That's the reason, but I always feel it's not that simple...】

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu remembered the tone of Tokuto when he told her not to worry about Matsumoto Kiyonaga.

[In short, first forcefully help Duren get rid of the problem of being late before proceeding with the next plan. 】

Sayuri Matsumoto, who was sitting in the teacher's office, made the final decision, and at this moment, Atsuto Yamashita, who had already woken up early to wash up and had breakfast, had already entered the dreamland of returning home.

He goes to work normally during the day, and has to work overtime at night to watch the game, which is very tiring.

On the pitch last night, wearing the Arsenal jersey, his ball-handling skills were superb, and the hot barrel on the team emblem seemed to be telling his rivals that he was the majestic new generation of gun kings on the pitch.

The high-intensity close pressing made the players wearing Tottenham jerseys exhausted on the court, so that they were finally unable to parry, and directly poured a big four after the whole game.

Tottenham player Kasumigaoka Shiyu couldn't bear this grievance. After the game ended and entered the locker room to take a shower, there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.

[I will never wear a Tottenham jersey to play next time. 】

This was the only thought in the girl's heart after losing the game.

[I can’t wear an Inter Milan jersey in the future, he is also a Milan fan.It is said on the Internet that AC Milan Football Club and Inter Milan Football Club are also rivals in the same city. 】

After getting out of the car, Kasumigaoka Shiyu rubbed her hands and let out a breath into the palms of her hands.

【No, what if Toruren likes this...】

The girl's cheeks were slightly red, habitually falling into the troubles of happiness.

So much so that when she came to the cram school, someone walked up to her without noticing.

"Hello classmate, are you also a student in this cram school?"

Fluent Japanese with a little accent from the western United States, Kasumigaoka Shiwa came back to his senses and followed the prestige, and a strange woman came into view immediately.

The golden wavy hair was randomly tied into a bundle of ponytails and fluttered freely with the movements of the owner, and there was a friendly smile on the beautiful cheeks;

Blue denim overalls, a blue and white striped T-shirt, and a pair of white sneakers.

In stark contrast to most Japanese girls, she has a strong capital, and her sea blue eyes are very beautiful, which is very impressive.

However, what attracts most people's attention is the tear mole about one centimeter below his right eye.

The embellishment is just right.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who had never been afraid of anyone other than Capital, responded politely.

"My name is Hanayamain Hoshino. I am 17 years old. I am a newcomer who just joined this cram school, senior." Kasumigaoka Shiwa frowned instinctively, full of exotic wink.

She doesn't like this kind of warm and familiar people very much.

"Senior, what's your name?"

"Xiazhiqiu Shiyu."

"Eh?! I seem to have heard this name somewhere?! Ah! I remembered, senior, are you that well-known best-selling author?!"

Because of surprise, Hoshino Hanayamain's ponytail swayed even more.

"If there is no second person who wrote "The Wonderful Detective of the Spiritual Book", it is indeed me." Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu tidied up her desktop, and said in a casual way.

The meaning of driving people away is very clear.

But the girl named Huashanyuan Hoshino didn't seem to notice it at all, and the cheeks with the mole of tears gradually flushed with excitement: "Senior! I read your book when I was in the United States before! I am you Book fans! Can you tell me what happened to the hero in the book in the next book?"

"There is news that the female lead drugged the male lead. Is it true that your personal experience has changed?!"

"I am not, I am not, don't talk nonsense."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu skillfully denied Sanlian: "Also, this is a cram school, not a new book launch event. Please also distinguish the occasion when you chase stars. I personally don't advocate this kind of behavior that will cause trouble to others. If you It’s really my fans’ words.”

"…………"

Huashanin Hoshino finally noticed something wrong in the idol's tone, and his face collapsed immediately: "I'm sorry senior, I was too excited. But I'm really your fan, and I have bought all the characters in "Spiritual Detective"! look!"

The blond girl showed her mobile phone, and the q-version pendant of the character hanging on the fuselage was the image of the heroine of Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu's novel.

Perhaps it is also because it has been hung for a long time, and the pendant has shown some wear and tear.

"Thank you for your love."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who has already held many fan meetings, is no longer the newcomer writer who would be excited by the increase in the number of fans.

"whee."

The blond girl opened the locker, put the phone in after mute.

pat~

The door closes.

"You're welcome, Gin, this is what I should do."

Belmode pushed the opened safe to the silver-haired man in front of him, smiling.

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"I know, vodka has been following me recently. Is it your order? Or the order from above?"

The flickering flame lit the lady's cigarette, Belmode crossed his legs, leaned on the back of the sofa and stared at the man in front of him with great interest.

"It seems that you are not stupid."

Gin Jiu didn't even look at the information in the safe, and sneered, with a hint of sarcasm rising from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't look at it?"

Belmode exhaled the smoke ring, his delicate chin gradually blurred in the mist.

Standing behind Gin as a bodyguard, Vodka was wearing sunglasses, watching his nose, nose, and heart, and kept silent.

This is a collision between two big guys. He is just a guy with a bag and a car, so it's better not to get involved.

He was deeply trusted by Qin Jiu in the organization, and he knew very well what he should do most as a younger brother.

"Not interested in."

Gin's response was very concise, which also made Belmod's heart tremble.

"That's the information of several FBI agents, to be precise, it's the information of our organization members."

Gin's face suddenly changed.

Hands opened the letter in the safe almost immediately.

The more he looked, the more gloomy his face became.

"There are people from the FBI biting me and chasing me all the way to Japan and to Tokyo. Gin, can you please tell me what happened to these few people who used to work under your hands? ?”

The expression on Belmode's face suddenly turned cold, and there was no trace of the usual enchanting look in his sharp eyes.

There is no foreshadowing, and no explanation for his own mysticism.

At this moment, the woman with full aura fully explained what the "Witch with Thousand Faces" is.

From the indifference when he entered the door to the questioning now, Belmode followed his own path from the beginning to the end, and was not affected by the gin in the slightest.

"If Calvados hadn't come back to help me, I'm afraid you are already preparing a plan to assassinate me, Gin."

The silver-haired Gin who was being questioned was holding the letter in his hand tightly, his knuckles were pale, and his face was so gloomy that he didn't say a word.

The list given by Belmode was far beyond his imagination.