I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

At midnight, Shinjuku Police Station, case briefing room.

"This one is a high-achieving student who graduated from the police school of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department. Our rising star in Shinjuku Police Station spends time off work every day and spares no effort to lurch in the red light district to collect intelligence. After getting a clue, he risked his life and defeated it single-handedly. Cults and human trafficking organizations who have successfully rescued several hostages will be inspected before the second!"

The head of the Shinjuku Police Department placed one hand on the shoulder of Ryoma Nimae, and was proudly facing several media outlets, introducing the preliminary facts of the case.

This case of human trafficking and organ harvesting was said to have encountered Waterloo even during the search and was handed over to a special department for processing. However, he did not expect to be dealt with by his own subordinates who had been troubled by the two before. It can be said to be a big deal for him. Long face.

In order to avoid being robbed of merit, he immediately used his own channels to hold a preliminary case briefing with the "heritor" of Longma before the second night.

Unlike the lively scene of the case briefing, the interrogation room of the police station was silent.

The "Fujino Cadre", who was handcuffed in a chair, woke up and looked around blankly.

"It's really ugly, Fujino."

In the empty interrogation room, the faint voice of a man rang out.

Hearing this voice, Fujino immediately showed a hell of expression.

"Chairman Uchimura, listen to me. I have already controlled the situation. I blame that kid..."

He immediately explained in a panic.

"I've already watched the surveillance video of the warehouse... The kid who pretends to be the Galactic Alliance Association is really good at fighting, and I won't let him go."

The voice said without emotion.

"It's good if you understand everything, that weird kid is to blame. I have to bother you to rescue me personally, I will not let him go easily..."

Hearing what the other party said, Fujino breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next words of the other party made him feel cold.

"Save you? Did you make a mistake."

The man's sneer came from the closed interrogation room.

"I have seen the monitoring of the warehouse and the case records of the police station. Although that kid is very good at fighting, you let someone slip on the boat all the way, wasting the precious'gift of God', and it didn't settle the two of them. It also made the relationship between the Bliss Club and the Galaxy Alliance Teacher almost exposed to the police. It is indeed your incompetence."

"Chairman Uchimura, this time is an accident. Please give me another chance. Now that I have the ‘Small Bean Washing Power’, I will definitely be able to serve you better..."

Fujino seemed to realize something, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he was struggling to fall to the ground with his hands cuffed on the back of the chair, his hands secretly closed behind his back.

"The policeman can't move for the time being, but the informant named Sosuke Araki who cooperated with him, I will let him come down to accompany you soon, so don't worry about it... As for the power of dashi, it is absolutely If you can’t be exposed to the official vision, and you can’t let you vomit it out, just treat it as a pension for your funeral.”

"Wash... uhhhhh..."

In the air, the man's faint voice echoed, followed by Fujino's screams.

...

At the same time, in the office lobby of the police station, Sosuke Araki had already passed back his "Ghost Rider" costume, and he was recording a confession next to an office cubicle.

"Well, it's almost all recorded... You can sign here and press a stamp and you can leave first... Based on the informant protection regulations, we will do our best to protect your privacy."

The police officer who took his confession looked at the information in his hand, then turned around and went to another computer to print out the signed information.

Taking advantage of this free time, Araki Sosuke looked boredly at the noisy police station.

Because of the Shinjuku Police Station that governs the Kabukicho Ichiban Street, it is often very lively late at night.

Customers of custom shops often go to the police station because of disputes such as "the goods are not on the right board", "overcharges", and "the service is not in place".

There are also call girls who can't accept the perverted demands of residents, and cowboys who can't stand the scrubbing of steel balls, and in turn complain to the guests.

Therefore, here you can often see a lot of girls with heavy make-up, revealing clothes, and coquettish and feminine cowboys. Under the mediation of the police officers, they quarrel with different guests.

When Araki Sosuke frantically scanned the exposed clothing of several companion girls, he found that somehow, a tall man in a suit was staring at himself quietly with murderous eyes not far away.

"The Cowboy?"

Seeing the man's sturdy face, shiny hairspray in his hair, shirt with exposed chest muscles, and strange black "sex gloves" on his hands, this was the first reaction of Sosuke Araki.

These unenviable (admiring) guys dare to provoke themselves with this look.

He frowned, then tilted his head and glared back with murderous eyes.

Staring at him, the man who was originally full of murderous aura looked back at his empty rear in a bewildered manner, and then turned his head gradually solidified, as if he was shocked by Araki Sosuke's eyes.

"Ah, Araki-kun, sign these two places and you can leave."

At this time, the policeman with the document returned, and Sosuke Araki withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, picked up the pen and started signing.

To kill more than the eyes, I have never lost Araki Sosuke.

When he finished signing, the man was nowhere to be found.

...

"Zizzi..."

In the toilet of the police station, Sosuke Araki, who had processed the documents, happily released the excess water in the body, stood in front of the mirror, flushed his face, and was about to leave.

He turned around and found in the mirror that not far behind him, there was a man standing against the wall, looking at himself coldly with his hands on his chest.

It was the cowboy who provoked himself with his eyes in the office lobby before.

Those eyes were like the butcher staring at the lamb to be slaughtered, making him extremely upset.

This kid, did you think I was upset before and wanted to come to the bathroom privately?

"Why, do you guys have any opinion on this uncle? This uncle didn't come in with you guys for the same reason, but this uncle is happy to help the police..."

Sosuke Araki was never the one who was afraid of things.

He tilted his head and walked directly towards the man.

"I planned to leave the police station to clean up you, but you... can actually see me..."

The man murmured with sweat on his forehead.

"Looking at you? Looking at you?" Araki Sosuke stared at him uncomfortably.

"In that case...you must die anyway..."

The man clenched his fists wearing black gloves and violently attacked Araki Sosuke.

"Oh, the kid is arrogant enough to dare to do something in the police station..."

Sosuke Araki raised his hand to grasp the opponent's wrist.

A wisp of black air gathered from the man into his body.

"Your strength...how could it be better than me..."

Being held by his wrist, the man felt that the original strong power in his body had disappeared for some reason.

He couldn't pull his hand back, with a shocked expression on his face.

"How about it, compared with my uncle, you are a hundred years earlier..."

Araki Zongsuke smiled grimly, baring his white teeth.

"Wow..."

"Hum hum……"

Five minutes later, with the flushing of the smart toilet and the sound of music playing when covering the tuba, Sosuke Araki walked out of the toilet with ease, humming a small song, and left the police station casually.

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