Who stipulated that hot weapons are not allowed to kill spirits?

"Since this gadget won't kill me immediately, then I still have important things to do, so I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, he left the hospital under the puzzled eyes of the doctors, and came back here, sitting on the office chair that was often joked by a certain fishing king that he had grown a Naoki Matsubara.

Looking at the blood-stained paper towel in his hand, Naoki Matsubara's expression remained unchanged. He took out a few boxes of pills from the drawer, counted out the prescribed amount step by step, put them in his mouth, and swallowed them with a mouthful of cold tea with a fishy-sweet taste.

After swallowing the pills, Matsubara Naoki glanced at the lights in the night outside the window, and continued to bury his head at his desk after a while.

He didn't know how much longer he could last.

During the examination at that time, it was judged by the doctors to be an early lung tumor, but it should have developed to a bad level by now, after all, it started coughing up blood.

But as long as he is still conscious, as long as he can still sit on this chair, then he will not fail after searching the sixth class.

.......

...........

The time has come to eleven o'clock in the evening.

It will be a new day in less than an hour, and Naoki Matsubara just put down the pen in his hand.

I wanted to stretch comfortably, but when I stretched halfway, I stopped because of the pain from my lungs, so I had no choice but to give up.

Looking at the messy and messy desktop in front of him, and the desktop that had not been cleaned up after work, Matsubara Naoki showed a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

He is a slightly obsessive-compulsive person.

Once upon a time, no matter how many documents were piled up on my desktop and how much workload I had, I could keep it tidy and tidy... Since when did it become so boring to work like now, and I didn't even have the space to tidy up the desktop?

Looking at the night sky covered by dark clouds outside the window, with no trace of moonlight in sight, Matsubara Naoki sighed and tidied up the messy desktop.

In fact, the current amount of paperwork is not "too much". After the incident two months ago, due to the sacrifice of too many operatives and the sharp drop in the number of staff in the Special Affairs Department, the higher-ups temporarily rescinded the secretarial class. Staff are assigned to the Special Affairs Department to help with paperwork.

Therefore, the contents of the documents that Naoki Matsubara needs to process every day are actually documents that have been reviewed and screened, but even so, the number of documents that need to be processed by him is still huge.

It all stems from the turmoil in the Japanese psionic world, and.....he has no second-in-command.

Normally, each search section will have two section leaders, a principal and a deputy. If it is a large section with more than 300 operators, in addition to the two section leaders, there will also be responsible The position of team leader of the management team exists.

Of course, for a small class like the Sixth Class of Search, which does not have more than ten people, naturally there is no team leader, and there are actually only two class leaders, one principal and one deputy.

In the criminal investigation department in charge of normal cases in the "Biao" world, the daily work content of the two chiefs and deputy chiefs is mostly commanding and dispatching the police officers in the department, taking over tasks from above, and performing clerical tasks such as data management and document approval. The content of the work, almost never go to the front line to conduct investigations, hunt down and other work.

But the Special Affairs Department is different.

The investigation section of the Special Affairs Department also has two section chiefs, the chief and the deputy, but the chief is uniformly served by an elite policeman among ordinary people, and the deputy chief is a psychic who has both strong combat effectiveness and excellent on-site command ability.

In this way, the psyker as the deputy chief can avoid the problem of the psykers in the search department disobeying the orders of ordinary people, and the chief of the elite police can make accurate and practical work reports and resource mobilization with his superiors .

It can be said that the job assignment is very appropriate.

It is worth mentioning that the deputy head of the investigation department of the special affairs department also needs to deal with some paperwork when he is not on duty.

Otherwise, the entire paperwork for the search will be on the head of the head of the section... Then who can bear it!

But Search Six Lessons is a wonderful flower under this perfect system.

Possesses a stronger combat ability than any operator, and as the deputy head of the class, Wei Xuxu is a fisherman. He can sit but never stand, and can lie down and never sit. He is a salary thief. model.

However, Naoki Matsubara pressed her head hard and asked her to help.

With such a strong fighting ability, it is really inappropriate for her to handle clerical work, and the number of people who searched the sixth class is here, so it is destined that there will not be too many clerical tasks, and one person can barely handle it Degree.

Therefore, the operation logic of the sixth search class has always been different from other normal search classes, but there have never been any major problems, so I let her go.

But now, with the turmoil in the spiritual energy world and the loss of Wei Xuxu, the burden on Matsubara Naoki's shoulders has suddenly become a thousand catties.

Maybe recruiting another deputy can solve his urgent need, but... Naoki Matsubara is unwilling to accept it anyway.

It's hard to imagine that a man like him who is meticulous in his work and supremacy of reason would refuse to recruit another deputy to replace the position that has been vacant for more than two months because of his sensibility.

Matsubara Naoki himself sometimes finds it funny.

What are you insisting on?

He didn't know, but he felt that this was the persistence that he couldn't give up even if he fell down on this desk.

After packing up, Naoki Matsubara raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

The time has passed 11:30, and it will be a new day in less than half an hour.

Today's off-duty time is pretty fast.

I complained in my heart, stood up from the office chair, felt dizzy for a while, took a few seconds to stabilize my mind, put on the suit jacket hanging on the hanger, and Matsubara Naoki pushed the door and walked out.

After leaving the Metropolitan Police Department building, Matsubara Naoki went to the parking lot, drove into the attached car, and planned to have dinner at a late-night ramen stand that he was used to recently.

He has long been used to eating 'dinner' after get off work, so if he doesn't want to go to the noisy izakaya, he can only find something to eat at these roadside stalls.

But it is worth mentioning that although the ramen stall is just a small roadside stall, it tastes very good.

I heard from the boss that the soup is made from a kind of ramen called Lanzhou Beef Noodles from Huaguo. This kind of ramen is not as greasy and thick as Japanese ramen, but full of flavor, which is very suitable for old people like him. A middle-aged person who is over 30 years old and gradually begins to eat greasy food.

Naoki Matsubara's mood improved slightly as he drove to the ramen stand that opened near his home.

It is one thing to be able to eat the already addictive Lanzhou Beef Noodles right away. On the other hand, it is the only good news in the near future that happened two days ago.

Tsukikawa Miura was found.

It is worth mentioning that she was found by police officers from the Search Division of the Criminal Department.

When the police conducted a surprise investigation on a gang suspected of smuggling people, they found Tsukikawa Miura who was covered in bruises and fell into a coma.

Subsequent inspections by the medical officers of the Special Affairs Department found that there were a large amount of psychotropic drugs remaining in Tsukikawa Miura's body.

For ordinary people, the drug only has the effect of sleeping pills, but for people with spiritual power, the drug effect will be intensified, and the specific manifestations are unconsciousness, coma, spiritual disorder, and so on.

It is speculated that after the "Lu" society captured Yuechuan Miura, they fed her the drug, and then through the cooperative gangsters, they wanted to sell it as goods to foreign women's homes.

... A young and beautiful young woman like Tsukikawa Miura is already popular in the 'market', not to mention that she is a psychic, and even a police officer who has served in the government.

The addition of these three identities is enough for those psychopathic scum to pay a lot of money for it.

Now that group of gangsters are undergoing interrogation, as long as they can extract information related to the 'Lu' society from them, then the Special Affairs Department can use this as an excuse to conduct a positive investigation on the 'Lu' society!

This is a breakthrough to the "Lu" club, as long as we seize this opportunity... Matsubara Naoki thinks that maybe a great secret can be dug out of it.

Then there is the previous speculation about the so-called "clean foundation" psionic society hired by Tsukikawa Miura and Yoda Nakaichi.

Although Matsubara Naoki can almost directly draw a conclusion on this in his heart, those psychic associations definitely have problems, but he has no choice but to mobilize insufficient power in his hands. At present, he can only focus on the "Lu" association and wait for Takayama. Naoto and Yanshang Qiming will make plans after recovering from their injuries.

What can be done now is to let the operators in the home search class sever their employment relationship with various psionic societies.

Matsubara Naoki clenched the steering wheel, the appearance of Wei Xuxu flashed in his mind, and then fixed on Shimizu Saki.

I just hope...things don't turn out the way I thought.

Twenty minutes later, Matsubara Naoki slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

Get out of the car, lock the door, and walk to the ramen stand that emits soft and warm light in the dark night.

Opening the curtain, the first thing you hear is the warm greeting from the boss.

"Hey, Mr. Matsubara is here!"

"Good evening, Boss Wang." Matsubara Naoki showed a smile on his face: "It's still the same, let's have a Lanzhou Beef Noodle and another beef."

"Okay~!"

Boss Wang responded readily, and began to get busy.

After ordering, Matsubara Naoki noticed that there was another customer in the ramen stand, sitting on the seat next to him.

This guest is a male, about 180 in height, tall and strong. Naoki Matsubara's professional sense makes him keenly aware that this man is not an ordinary person.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that when Matsubara Naoki looked over, the guest who was sitting on the noodle also looked at him, and then grinned.

“The stupidest way to eat Lanzhou Beef Noodles is to add beef!!”

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Chapter 350

“The stupidest way to eat Lanzhou Beef Noodles is to add beef!!”

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Naoki Matsubara was stunned for a moment.

He was still guessing what kind of job this unusual man was doing, but as soon as he turned his head around, this sentence came out.

There was two points of arrogance in his eyes, three points of disdain, and five points of complacency, altogether very arrogant.

Matsubara Naoki always felt that he was insulted, but he couldn't tell where he was insulted.

Before he could reply, Gao Zhuangnan

People will follow the good way:

"The beef in this Lanzhou beef noodles is sliced ​​thinner than paper, and it costs more than 20 yuan to add a piece of beef...well, it costs 5-700 yen, which is equivalent to a bowl of noodles. money!"

"This....."

Matsubara Naoki hesitated, he looked up at the prices on the menu, and found that it really seemed to be the case.

And if you think about it carefully, the beef in Lanzhou Beef Noodles is rich and chewy, but it seems to be lacking in meaning when used for noodles.

Seeing Naoki Matsubara's tacit intention, the man talked more and more vigorously:

"Look at the price of the skewers next to you. You can buy a skewer for only 300 yen! The freshly grilled mutton kebabs are oily and delicious. The mutton kebabs with a strong flavor are served with the slightly light beef noodles. In the mouth, that is a treat!"

After speaking, the man patted his chest proudly.

"Let me tell you, if you have a chance, you can go to our place to try it. The beef noodles made outside have no internal taste!"

Before he finished bragging, Boss Wang came over, and with a 'bang', he put a stack of small cold dishes in front of the tall and strong man and said:

"Come on, some food can't stop your mouth! Mr. Songyuan, don't worry, this guy has a big mouth, and he likes to be aggressive when he sees people."

"Oh oh oh....."

Naoki Matsubara, who was inexplicably frightened, could only agree with Boss Wang in a daze.

Matsubara Naoki didn't react until the agreement was over.

Didn't I just come here to eat a bowl of noodles? Why does it look like I've been taught a lesson? ?

But thinking about it, Matsubara Naoki hesitated for a while, and then shouted to the busy shop owner: "Boss Wang, please add three skewers of mutton skewers to me."

"Okay!" The boss turned his head back, replied angrily and funny, and then continued to turn his head and get busy.

But after a while, Matsubara Naoki smelled a tempting fragrance wafting from the charcoal stove of the stall.

It is the aroma of charred fat when it falls on the red charcoal, which can arouse the instinctive appetite of human beings.

Taking a deep breath of the scent of cumin mutton kebabs permeating the stall, Matsubara Naoki's expression unknowingly relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Only in the face of food, he may be able to relax the tight strings in his heart.

The tall and strong man glanced at Naoki Matsubara's expression, but didn't say anything. He continued to slurp the noodles, and occasionally ate a couple of small cold dishes, enjoying himself and enjoying himself.

The other party stopped talking, and Naoki Matsubara would naturally not go over to talk.

He didn't think about chatting at all, this pile of time is extremely extravagant and unnecessary for him now.

I came to this small stall just to settle this late dinner. After dinner, I have to deal with work for a while when I get home, and then I have to take the time to sleep for three or four hours before I have to drive back to the Metropolitan Police Department to go to work.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the kebabs, stewed beef, and beef noodles were brought up by the boss.

Matsubara Naoki thanked the boss, and then broke off the disposable chopsticks and started cooking noodles.

The idle boss moved a small wooden stool and sat outside the stall to smoke a cigarette. In the small ramen stall, only two men were left chattering one after another.

After finishing a bowl of not-so-big ramen noodles and eating the last bite of the last kebab, Naoki Matsubara drank a few mouthfuls of beef broth, then put down the bowl, and let out a long and comfortable breath.

Satisfied.

My whole body is warm, and I feel like I can work another five hours.

After finishing the late dinner, Naoki Matsubara wiped his mouth with a paper towel, feeling a little strange in his heart.

There seem to be very few guests coming to eat noodles tonight.

Boss Wang's ramen stall is not big, but it tastes good. Many office workers nearby who work overtime until late at night will come here to eat bowls of noodles, pad their stomachs, and then go home to sleep after a day's work.

The ramen stall has only been open for a few months, and it has already attracted many loyal repeat customers. Not to mention that it is full every night, but it is not like today, just myself and another customer, which made Naoki Matsubara a little puzzled.