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Chapter 8 They Care
Director's Office.

A man was sitting on an office chair. He was tall and righteous, with a palm-sized burn scar on the right side of his forehead. His whole temperament was sharp, and with the burn scar, he looked like a ferocious hound.

However, at this moment, the ferocious hound, the chief of the Kansai Police Department, Fujiwara Yasushi, looked helplessly at his subordinates in front of him.

He sighed and said, "Saiko, what's the matter with you coming to see your uncle?"

Fujiwara Saeko said seriously, "Inspector Nakata, you should refer to your job title when you are working."

Fujiwara Yasushi was so angry that he laughed.

He said, "Saiko, if you tell your uncle this, I won't be polite to you."

"Every time you applied for police cars and equipment from me, you violated laws and regulations..."

Fujiwara Saeko quickly changed the subject and said, "Uncle, I need your help with something."

Inspector Nakata rubbed his forehead with a headache and took a sip of the warm tea in the thermos.

He said, "What do you want to ask your uncle for this time?"

Fujiwara Saeko explained the situation.

She said, "Uncle, you know the situation of Shiratori Keiko's family. Shiratori Masato is out of prison."

"I want to apply for a police car and some police equipment. I will keep an eye on Shiratori Keiko to prevent her from getting into any accidents."

Fujiwara Yasushi covered the thermos cup, sighed, and said, "Saeko, I remember the last time, the thief you caught called the police and said he was going to be killed. Please come quickly."

"You applied to me for a police car and police equipment during your off-duty hours. What happened?"

Fujiwara Saeko frowned slightly and replied, "He was beaten by his accomplices because the spoils were not shared equally. He was so angry that he tricked me into coming here and asked me to arrest all the accomplices who beat him."

Inspector Nakata looked at Fujiwara Saeko. This time, his expression was serious, like a boss looking at a subordinate, without a trace of doting in his eyes.

He said coldly: "Officer Fujiwara, you can't be a policeman if you are too kind-hearted. You have been a policeman for so many years, hasn't your unnecessary sense of justice worn away yet?"

"Officer Fujiwara, do you think you are doing a good thing?"

"You are wasting precious police resources!"

Fujiwara Saeko's momentum became weak, and she knew that she was unreasonable.

She quietly defended herself, "But obviously everyone considers themselves civil servants and doesn't care about calling the police after get off work."

"What did you say?"

Inspector Nakata glared at his niece.

Fujiwara Saeko shut up.

Fujiwara Yasushi said: "Well, don't meddle in other people's business this time. It will do no good."

After saying this, Fujiwara Yasushi was about to leave and go home from get off work.

Seeing this, Fujiwara Saeko understood that her uncle didn't want to help her anymore. If she didn't fight hard for it, she would have to go in plain clothes to help Sister Keiko.

However, she knew very well that her personal fighting ability was not worth mentioning. What people were really afraid of was the clothes she wore and the iron fist of the country represented by them.

Fujiwara Saeko had to argue: "But, I always go alone."

"Ok?"

Fujiwara Yasushi stopped.

Fujiwara Saeko opened her red lips and said, "Those things, those unnecessary sense of justice things."

"I always go there alone after get off work."

"Superintendent, I didn't waste police power. I used it where it should be used!"

Fujiwara Yasushi sneered.

He said, "What was the result last time?"

"And the time before that, and the time before that."

"Which of those people who reported the case wasn't taking advantage of your stupidity and your kindness?"

Fujiwara Saeko lowered her head. Ever since she graduated from the police academy, her father had arranged for her to work at the Kansai Police Department through connections. During the past three years, during working hours, whenever she handled a dispute, she would call the reporter on her personal phone.

Because in Kansai, no, or in most police stations in Fuso, there is no such thing as overtime after get off work. After get off work, the police force on duty is far from enough.

But when it comes to needing help, there is no distinction between being at work or after get off work.

However, as my uncle said, every time a private phone call comes in, it is an exploitation or a trivial matter.

Of course, trivial matters are also matters, and if left alone, they will sooner or later become big matters.

But, it's no use trying to convince my uncle with these.

Seeing that Fujiwara Saeko was silent, Fujiwara Yasushi earnestly educated her: "Saeko, be more mature."

"Who cares?"

Fujiwara Saeko whispered, "They care."

"Ok?"

Fujiwara Yasushi didn't hear clearly.

Fujiwara Saeko raised her head and her voice gradually became louder.

She said, "Shiratori Keiko, she cares."

"That thief cares, and everyone who calls me, they care."

"I was thinking, what if, what if, that call is the one that needs to be answered the most?"

"What if the thief who called my private phone the day before yesterday is really targeted by a murderer? Even if he is a thief, he would want to be helped, right?"

"Maybe he'll change for the better after he's rescued?"

"There will be one less thief in the world."

"I know that after Shiratori is released from prison, he may not do anything to Sister Keiko. I also know that they may hide in other cities and do not need my help at all."

"But what if, what if Master Shiratori really attacks them?"

"If I were there, seeing the police car there, Shiratori would be somewhat concerned, right?"

"so…"

"Uncle, they care. The thief who was beaten cares. The aunt who complained about the noise upstairs cares. Shiratori Keiko cares. They care."

Fujiwara Yasushi was stunned for a moment, his eyes were dazed, and he touched the burn scar on his right forehead. He seemed to be lost in reminiscence.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked much more lonely.

He waved his hand and said weakly, "Whatever you want."

……

One-family building.

Fujiwara Saeko dragged her tired body back home. Since her family was well off and she had servants to clean, her home was clean and tidy.

She went to the mirror and patted her face to cheer herself up.

She asked for a police car, police defensive spray, and a stun gun. Police guns were too illegal and would be very troublesome if something went wrong, so she did not apply for one.

Fujiwara Saeko thought, wait a while, after finishing her meal, she would drive to sister Keiko's house and wait there.

Ah, right.

Fujiwara Saeko looked at the black stockings on her legs. She knew she couldn't wear them for the next few days as it would be inconvenient for her to move.

'Sisi'

The thin black stockings were taken off from the beautiful legs, rubbing against the skin, making an alluring sound.

If someone had seen it there, the sound alone would have been enough to make them eat a bowl of rice. It's a pity that no one enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

Fujiwara Saeko came to the balcony and habitually folded her black stockings into a rectangle, then threw them into the washing machine, and the black stockings fell down.

(End of this chapter)