"Hey, you slipped away yesterday?" Sato drove the car and asked Matsuda in the co-pilot.

"Ah?" Matsuda shrank and curled up in his seat: "It's already off work at that time. It's only been a while, it's so miserable. I'll be in a day when I get up so early."

"It's already very late, and you'll be late if you drag it any longer. Can't you be so slow? Is it okay to be a bit like a detective?" Sato gave Matsuda helplessly, and saw that he was about to fall asleep, so he reached out to push.

"Stop making trouble." Matsuda moved for a moment and said in a daze: "Let the police officer of Meguru see that I am not energetic and yelling around again all day, and you won't talk to me then."

"Is that my fault?" Sato strengthened his tone: "Who begged me to carry him yesterday?"

"You believe it when others say it. It's so stupid and cute." Matsuda muttered and fell asleep. In fact, he may not be sure of what he said.

But just as he finished speaking, he clearly felt a cold air, which penetrated Matsuda's weak bones. He couldn't help but shivered in his soul, and ninety percent of his sleepiness was thrown away from the Mediterranean.

"Hehe, Matsuda, I'm late again. Didn't Mikako go to pick you up? Officer Shirato will be very happy to know." When Yumi saw Matsuda holding the wall in the corridor, she immediately came up with a smile: "Congratulations on refreshing the record of continuous lateness again."

"Haha, it's really refreshing to hear these two good news early in the morning." Matsuda wiped the sweat off her head and sneered.

"Actually, you can be happier." Yumi said sneakily: "Only Shirato has been hiding in the corner just now and left when she saw that Mikako came alone."

"What does that have to do with me?" Matsuda walked towards a lesson: "That kind of niggas is completely stress-free."

"Although I was promoted not long ago, no matter how I said that they were all police departments, they might be the immediate boss in the future." Although Yumi was persuading, the smile on her lips seemed to be a disagreement no matter how she looked.

"Aha? It turns out that the police department of the Criminal Department can be so simple. I will be a police department tomorrow." Matsuda looked like I didn't care at all.

"Do you want to give up the record of continuous lateness that no one can break?" Yumi said terrifiedly: "Matsuda-kun, do you know how many junior sisters will make them cry when doing this? Do you have the heart to make the image of the high mountain in their hearts shatter?"

"Ha!? In the eyes of your fujoko, I still have such a magical and ethereal thing as an image?" Matsuda mocked, then clenched his fists and said firmly: "You don't have to say anything more. This year I must become the police department of the search class."

"You are so ruthless, say such words." Yumi said with tears in her eyes, then she saw that her cute expression was ignored by Matsuda and patted Matsuda on the shoulder: "Then work hard, don't be late this year. It's already incredible that people like you have not been cleared out of the police station. She wants to be a police station! Well, let's witness the arrival of a miracle."

Can't... late?

"That, Yumi." Matsuda said calmly: "You are busy first, our police officer must be looking for me everywhere again." After walking two steps, he stopped in a very light tone: "I'd better forget what I said just now."

Matsuda often stood against the wall in the corner, staring at the door of a lesson. He lit a cigarette for himself before looking at the watch. At this hour, the police department was still holding a meeting... It should be right. Scratching his head, Matsuda thought uncertainly. What if he was there, he had a meeting when he came before, and it was not so bad.

"Matsuda, why are you squatting here?" Matsuda pinched off the cigarette, and Matsuda was about to get up when Memu's voice came from behind.

"Sir." Matsuda immediately turned around and raised his cigarette butt: "I came out to smoke a cigarette, I'm not late today."

"Is that true?" Megu looked at him squintly: "So where did you go yesterday?"

"Get off work, go home, go to bed." Matsuda's back leaned against the wall slowly to the side, and as soon as Memu roared, he would run towards a lesson.

"Hmph, the murder incident yesterday has been reported for inspection. I will mention it this morning, but Suwa wants to see you again." I became angry when I saw Matsuda's demeanor, but when I think of what happened yesterday, I couldn't get angry.

"Hey!?" Matsuda turned his half-bent body back and blurted out: "Is there any appearance fee?"

"Matsuda, you bastard!!! Why don't you go quickly!!!" The usual roar came from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Hearing the familiar voice from the Memu Police Department outside, Sato looked up at the door and saw that there was no movement at all. He continued to bury his head in his hands...that bastard.

Matsuda opened the door of the interrogation room and saw Takagi and the murderer Suwa Yuji, who was yesterday, were inside. He greeted Takagi: "It's so early." Then he walked to the side and sat down, picked up the transcripts on the table and took a look.

When Matsuda raised his head and looked at Suwa, he saw Suwa staring at him. He touched his face and asked Takagi: "Is there anything?"

"There's nothing special." Suwa said: "I'm just looking at you again, the police officer."

"What you said is just to look at me a few more?" Matsuda put down the record and looked at Kashisuwa: "I don't have the hobby of being watched by men."

"You said I gave up the famous sword Kiku Chiyo that has been passed down from generation to generation. I just wanted to tell you that you were wrong. I have a careful plan. By the repayment period, I have made plans for how much money I need to save every day and how much money I can save every day. Everything is implemented according to the plan, without any mistakes. However, the only thing outside my plan is that person's greed." Suwa did not avoid Matsuda's gaze: "It's all his fault."

"It's really self-centered." Matsuda Masaki held his head with his hands: "You hand over your own things to someone else, and then because he sold your things, you can kill him with peace of mind?"

"We had a difficult time running the gymnasium in Suwa's family, and I needed a lot of money to turn over." Suwa changed the topic: "So I mortgaged Kikuchiyo to Fujiro, but he made me lose Kikuchiyo forever."

"What did you get after killing him? The comfort or the pleasure of killing people? What did your family pass on from generation to generation? What did you leave behind?" Matsuda raised this series of questions.

"Yes." Suwa laughed at himself: "I lost everything. Kikuchiyo, the Gyoto, and the sword technique I am proud of. I never thought that I would be defeated so simply, and the hard practices over the past few decades have become worthless."

"You don't have to belittle yourself. Although swordsmanship is your profession, I am different..." Matsuda was silent. My previous profession was to kill people.

"I felt a little different about you." Suwa said confidently: "So I think you can understand me, but I don't regret it. That kind of scum won't have the chance to harm others in the future."

"Don't just say that depriving others of their lives at will." Matsuda said angrily: "You are a murderer. No matter how greedy he is, he will not force a life to death. In today's society, no matter how in this way, no one can't live without food or clothes."

"What would you do if you met me before? I beg you, will you ask for Kikuchiyo for help? Who are you and me preaching in Oyori's tone?" Suwa's sharp counterattack.

"Why should I help you?" Matsuda sneered: "Everyone is adult, and everyone is responsible for their behavior. You seem to have suffered some great grievances! Well! It is because you are not well-managed and unable to maintain your ancestral hall, you mortgaged your ancestral sword into cash, and you even killed someone."

"You want me to help you!" Matsuda said loudly: "You can't take on your own mistakes like a man, work hard for it all your life, and even try your best to recover your own ancestors? Why should you deprive others of your life! By the way, you ruin your own life."

Suwa was silent and did not refute anything about Matsuda. It was not until Suwa was taken away that he said to Matsuda: "It turns out that I think we are very similar. Now I admit that I am not as good as you."

"You said I was self-centered, but in fact, you are not like this. You are also stubborn and stubborn to think that others should do what we think, and you may be more extreme than me. I am not saying your bad things, but just thinking that you have an unusual past. Whether you insist on right or wrong, I want to know where you will go."

"If I still have a chance to come out, I will try as you said, and try my best to let Kikuchiyo return to my hands and return to Suwa's house. Didn't you say that you and I are both adults, and you must take on your own responsibilities and escape."

Hearing Suwa's words, Matsuda breathed out a breath: "I don't need you to persuade me." He leaned on the chair and raised his head, stroked his face with his hands: "Actually... I like my current life very much. It is very warm under the sunlight. Seeing you people walking into the darkness, you always feel a little angry. If you don't cherish the beautiful life and don't see the colors around you, you will be punished by God. I don't know where I can stick to it, but... I want to keep going."

"Matsuda Police..." After Suwa was taken away, Takagi leaned forward with concern.

Matsuda reached out to interrupt Takagi and said with a smile: "Don't worry about me, I'm just a little nervous. There are still a lot of things to do later. Please trouble you, Brother Takagi." After saying that, he patted his head lightly: "I have a headache."

"It's not like that. Officer Matsuda is actually someone..." Takagi replied with a wry smile.

"Pervert, I'm looking for you." Takagi's words were interrupted again before he could finish his words.

Hearing this cold voice, Matsuda didn't have to look up and knew that it was Madonna Kyujo, the prosecutor of the prosecutor: "Ahhh~~ Why do you have time to come to the police station in person? Do you have any instructions to convey?"

"It's about the incident of Yuji Suwa attacking the police. I want you to tell me the details." Kujo ignored Matsuda's sarcasm and said bluntly.

Hearing that it was this reason, Matsuda restrained his playful expression, recounted the situation at that time, and said, "This behavior should not be considered as an attacker. He was just testing my weapon. In fact, he had already pleaded guilty in his heart at that time."

Kujo looked at Matsuda and said coldly: "If you say so in **, the sentencing will be lighter."

"No, I still have to appear in court?" Matsuda scratched his head in embarrassment: "Can you not go?"

"You are also one of the parties involved." After Kujo said that, he ignored Matsuda's gorgeous turn, leaving behind a back and a sentence: "It turns out that perverts will also have times when people look at them with admiration."

ps: I'm late to update, sorry. I was very depressed last week. First of all, my lips were chapped with strong wind, and then my mouth was ulcerated, and I couldn't eat and sleep well. Until now. I bought a lipstick for two days and my lips were fine, but the school adjusted on the weekend and had to make up for the sixth day. Not only did I suffer for two more days, but I didn't know if someone cursed me behind my back. In fact, I came back last night, but the internet cable was owed, so I only realized today that I had to double the router. Our wireless router has been turned on for almost a year and has never been closed. I feel like it's not enough to use it now. The cover has never been done. Who would recommend a simple, fast, easy-to-understand cover production software, and I'll tinker with it tomorrow.
Chapter completed!