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He Ma was speechless.

Heita Nishikiyama continued: "The moment you sold the watch, they probably made a judgment that you refused to become a friendly force."

"I'm afraid so." Kazuma looked at the constant flow of traffic outside the phone booth. "If there is a bug inside, maybe you can hear the conversation between me and my sister, and maybe you will know the reason why I sell watches. But it doesn't matter, I I don’t want to hang out with guys who can tamper with gifts.”

Nishikiyama Heita agreed: "That's right. But I think since the other party has already raided the pawn shop, they didn't expect you to join. Of course, it is also possible that there is nothing wrong with the things, but the police just happened to raid a pawn shop to improve its performance."

Kazuma responded with silence.

Nishikiyama Heita asked: "By the way, what did you want to ask me just now?"

"Ah, I wanted to ask if any safe-opening experts came out to work last night."

"Hey, do you think I'm a god? There are so many thieves in Tokyo, do you still have to report to me when you work?"

"There are many people who can steal safes?"

"As long as you can get explosives, what's the difficulty in stealing a safe?" Heita Nishikiyama said nonchalantly.

Kazuma: "What about the one that doesn't use explosives?"

"There are not many of them... Just go up and ask them one by one, and you can quickly determine who is out of work. Give me a day."

Kazuma: "Not bad, I took the initiative to take over the job."

"You will definitely dump it on me, so let's stop talking nonsense. You'd better take care of the gold watch. Maybe someone will come to you soon with the account book they found from the pawn shop."

"What are you looking for me for?"

"Confirm your true thoughts. If you still want to join in the conspiracy, remember to seize the opportunity. I'll hang up."

After finishing speaking, Nishikiyama Heita hung up the phone directly.

He also did this because he knew Kazuma was not interested in that kind of red tape. Generally, Japanese people have to be polite before hanging up the phone.

Kazuma also hung up the phone, opened the door of the phone booth and came out.

Asano got out of the car and stood by the phone booth waiting for him. When he came up, he asked, "What did Jinshan say?"

"After restricting the condition of opening the safe without using explosives, he said that he could ask all the people who could do it in just one day."

"Nishikiyama-san is really useful." Asano joked.

Kazuma also smiled: "It's really useful."

"Every criminal police officer should be equipped with such a capable informant." Asano added.

Kazuma shook his head: "He is not my informant. One day I will catch him and ask for credit."

"Really? Does he know this?"

"He knows, I told him face to face." Kazuma took out a cigarette-shaped mint candy and put it in his mouth.

Asano: "I feel like your relationship is a bit complicated. There's a sense of taboo and transgression."

Kazuma patted Asano on the head: "Are you a fujoshi?"

In Japan at this time, there was already a fujoshi group that had begun to take shape, and small BL doujinshi sales meetings were held every year. Many famous cartoonist groups were regular visitors to these doujinshi clubs.

For example, those aunts from CLAMP.

No, she is still a girl now, not an aunt yet.

Kazuma has always found it quite incredible. CLAMP's previous works were all very basic, with few normal BGs. How come in "Humanoid Computer Angel Heart", he suddenly changed his mind and started drawing BGs, and they were still pornographic BGs.

Maybe it's because of the pressure of life.

Asano rubbed his sore head while looking at Kazuma: "The police department asked you why you are so familiar with these things. Are you the legendary rotten man?"

"I was somewhat influenced by it in my previous life."

After all, my previous life was in the Internet age. As long as I surfed the Internet, even if I didn't deliberately understand it, I would understand it to some extent.

At the very least, most people who surf the Internet have seen Mr. Banana’s dance moves. At the worst, they know that he is a “24-year-old student” and “Brother Jie doesn’t want it.”

Asano laughed out loud: "What the hell did you do in the last life? You still believe this? Forget it, what should we do now? Just go back and wait for Jinshan's call, or should we investigate something else?"

"Go to Lai Sakurada Gate and ask Kimura from the forensics department for any new news." Kazuma said.

**

Forensic officer Kimura was a little surprised when he saw Kazuma: "Isn't this a hero of the Metropolitan Police Department? You escaped from the siege of reporters?"

"I've been away for several days. This morning, a police officer was sent to the police station who fell into the water and died. Has the autopsy report been released?"

Kimura nodded: "Come out, wait a minute and I will give it to you...Wait a minute, show these to the people in the mobile team, will it be against the rules?"

"I was the first person to rush to the salvage site, so it's reasonable to be concerned," Hema said.

"Indeed." Kimura nodded, turned around, rummaged around on the cabinet, and pulled out a report, "This is it. The cause of death was drowning, there was alcohol in the blood vessels, and there was a suicide note in the belongings, so there was a high probability that it would be deemed suicide. What’s wrong with this person?”

Kazuma took the report from Kimura's hand and glanced at it roughly.

There are no unusual records in the relic column.

Kazuma: "The paper in this man's suicide note was soaked, but the handwriting was very clear."

"The police often use waterproof ballpoint pens, so there is no doubt about it." Kimura waved his hand, "The pen I use is also waterproof. No one knows whether it may have been soaked in water during the rainy days. If the handwriting is blurred, the investigation will not proceed. , that would be troublesome. Why, do you doubt this person..."

Kazuma nodded.

"Then this evidence is obviously not enough." Kimura waved his hand.

Kazuma returned the autopsy report to Kimura: "Sorry to bother you."

"Call me anytime you need me. I usually answer the phone on my desk." Kimura pointed to his desk.

Kazuma glanced at it and found the extension number written directly on the phone with a marker, so he wrote it down.

"Thank you, let's go now." Kazuma waved.

Asano also waved: "Bye bye. Kimura-san, please eat less sugar, you are almost a ball of fat."

"I need sugar to stimulate my brain." Kimura shook his head and said, "The forensics department works overtime all day long, so I can't do it without supplementing sugar."

Asano shrugged and followed Kazuma away.

**

As soon as Kazuma left the forensics department, he saw an unfamiliar face leaning against the wall in the corridor outside the door.

The moment their eyes met, the man stood up straight, took out his business card and handed it to Kazuma: "I am the inspector of the Inspection Section of the Police Department, Ko Tanai."

Kazuma took the business card and looked at how to write the word "Tanjinghang" before continuing to ask: "What does Mr. Inspector of the Police Department want from me?"

"The main responsibility of the Supervision Section of the Police Department is to monitor duty-related crimes committed by police officers. You should know that."

Kazuma nodded: "I know, I have a senior brother who does the same thing at the police station."

Tanjinghang pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and lowered his voice and asked, "It's not convenient to talk here. Let's go find a coffee shop outside."

Kazuma: "Wait a minute, are you here about the Kitamachi Police Department?"

"What do you think?" Tanjing asked.

You actually crowdfunded a live pigeon for me. I was frightened, so I got even less tonight. Will make up for it tomorrow.