This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Are you curious?

Beichuan Temple is also very curious about whether the other party has a younger sister named Mirai Kamiya.

"It may be a physical problem." Beichuan Temple met the other party's gaze with a cold expression.

"Physical problem?" Yuki Sakura blinked and became more interested: "In other words, Kitagawa-kun's physique is the one attracted by the murder or murder scene?"

whatever you think.

Beichuan Temple looked calm. He wasn't lying, his constitution was to attract weirdness, to dance with weird things.

But he has no obligation to answer this curious woman.

"I'm really getting more and more curious." Sakura Yuki looked up and down Beichuan Temple while shaking her calf.

"Sakura! What do you want to do?" Okano Yoshiko finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Huh? Didn't you do anything?"

"Then what do you compare yourself to with a scalpel on Beichuan?"

Sakura Yuki paused when she heard the words, her fingers fluttered nimbly, and the small and delicate silver scalpel danced like a butterfly between her fingers.

She put away her seemingly dangerous movements, pouted her mouth and looked very aggrieved: "Well—I've committed an occupational disease again."

"Occupational disease? Do you still want to dissect a living person as big as Beichuan Temple?" Yoshiko Okano complained.

"Hey, that requires the consent of Kitagawa-kun." Sakura Yuki blinked dangerously, and asked a little shyly, "Does Kitagawa-kun agree?"

"Let's just take this sentence as a joke." Beichuan Temple squinted at the woman flatly.

Beichuan Temple already wanted to go home a little bit, and he felt that staying here was just a waste of time. Except for the little information revealed by Yoshiko Okano, coming to the autopsy room is completely killing his not enough time.

Okano Ryoko also shrugged when he saw Beichuan Temple's lack of interest: "Originally, I wanted to take you to take a closer look at the specific condition of the corpse, but—"

"Want to see the specific condition of the corpse? Well, this is against the relevant regulations." Sakura Yuki interrupted Okano Yoshiko's words, but soon the conversation changed again:

"It's just that I don't care about the rules." Sakura Yuki leaned back against the dissection table, his eyes burning: "I can drag out the female corpse that was delivered yesterday, and I can also provide you with corresponding explanations. Correspondingly, I I hope Beichuan-kun can give me a call the next time he discovers a murder..."

"No need." Before she finished speaking, Beichuan Temple interrupted the other party's relaxed attitude.

He had already seen the general condition of the corpse yesterday, so it would be meaningless to check it again. Beichuan Temple would not risk exposing the dead energy of the system for this. After all, Yuki Sakura's situation is no better than that of Mirai Kamiya. She is a forensic doctor and a member of the institution.

Even if you give Beichuan Temple one or two million yen, there is no need to talk about it. If you add more money... um——

In short, the things that cannot be discussed are the things that cannot be discussed.

"That's really a pity." Sakura Yuki smiled mysteriously, but there was no trace of regret on her pretty face.

The autopsy matter has finally come to an end at this point.

Yoshiko Okano and Kitagawa Temple were sent to the door of the autopsy room by Yuki Sakura, who was full of sleep, and then the guy waved his hand and stayed behind, "I want to sleep again, so I won't send you out of the police station." ’ After saying this, he went back under the dissecting table.

The feeling of treating the dissection table as her own home made the corners of Okano Yoshiko's eyes twitch: "Tsk, can that guy Sakura do it?"

Okano Ryoko lit a cigarette and smacked her lips, "Beichuan, you are just a child now, don't grow up to be an adult like her in the future."

Don't grow up to be an adult like her?

Kitagawa Temple took a meaningful look at Yoshiko Okano who was smoking in front of him, and nodded in understanding of what she said.

After nodding, he remembered that he had other things to ask Okano Yoshiko, but the hope of getting this done was not particularly high.

Beichuan Temple asked with the idea of ​​using a dead horse as a living horse doctor:

"Sister Liangzi, can you let me see the case files of Bashan City in the past ten years?"

"Huh? Why do you want to read that? I should have told you everything about Kaito Ishikawa."

Checking past case files is no small matter, even Ryoko Okano couldn't agree, she shook the cigarette ash, as if she wanted to hear Beichuan Temple's opinion.

"I want to go to Bashan City to investigate in person. I may ask for leave from the school in the next few days." Beichuan Temple didn't mean to hide his thoughts, only if he was honest with each other could there be a slight possibility.

After hearing Beichuan Temple's words, Okano Ryoko was stunned for a while, and finally burst out laughing: "You? Are you going to investigate? Beichuan, I didn't say it. What else can you investigate now?"

"It's not that I hit you, these days you are still at ease with your sister—"

"Miss Liangzi, how long do you think Eri can be protected with the police's current investigation progress?" Beichuan Temple unexpectedly did not refute, but asked calmly.

Faced with his question, Okano Yoshiko also fell silent.

Now that the case is going to a tense moment, it is impossible to waste manpower on the Beichuan brothers and sisters all the time.

It was precisely because Beichuan Temple understood this that he said such words.

"But it's too far-fetched for you to go to Iwate County to investigate alone." Okano Yoshiko leaned against the trash can in the promenade, and straightened his face: "Although I have been teasing about the job I am in, there is a lot of art in the art industry." Specialized, what can be investigated, what can be done, our police have done it.”

"Do you really think that you can investigate the truth about Kaito Ishikawa's murder ten years ago by yourself?"

Looking at Yoshiko Okano's energetic gaze, Beichuan Temple asked without retreating:

"Are you thinking about failure before you work toward a goal?"

"..." Yoshiko Okano.

...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Okano Ryoko burst out laughing.

For some reason, she just wanted to laugh, she bent over laughing, and tears welled up from her eyes.

Snapped!

The crisp sound was a bit harsh in the quiet surroundings.

"you are right."

Regardless of the fingerprints on her face, Okano Yoshiko exhaled a puff of smoke and said:

"Before the investigation begins, you are already thinking about what will happen after you fail to solve the case. As a policeman, this is undoubtedly disqualified."

She subconsciously put her palm on the gun at her waist, and the originally cold body of the gun seemed to be emitting faint warmth.

Since when did I lose the enthusiasm and determination to forge ahead after graduating from the police academy?

One hundred guards.

A qualified policeman must protect at least one hundred citizens before he is allowed to die.

A policeman who has lost his will to forge ahead is not worthy of being called a policeman.

Come to think of it, Yumiko doesn't want to see her worthless side.

"Tsk." Okano Ryoko scratched his head, and after a while, he slapped Beichuan Temple's shoulder with a bit of discomfort.

This time, Beichuan Temple did not avoid her unique way of greeting as usual. Those dark eyes contained not only the vigor of a young man, but also a calmness different from her age.

This Beichuan Temple——!

He wanted to scare Beichuan Temple, but the other party simply ignored him. Want to be angry, but Beichuan Temple doesn't take that at all.

What a hedgehog, it's hard to tell!

Okano Ryoko stubbed out the cigarette butt, remained silent for a long time before opening sullenly:

"Come on."