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Chapters 3780 and 3794 [Officer Sato's Diamond Ring] Requesting monthly votes o(〃'▽'〃)o
The staff member, clutching the note with Officer Sato's phone number, was stunned for a moment: they never expected that an ordinary day would suddenly turn into a dangerous one.

She sighed, about to discuss with her colleague who was also watching the drama unfold, and whether to drag her into it too. But just then, the light suddenly dimmed, casting a large shadow in front of her.

The staff member turned around and was startled: three burly men suddenly surrounded the counter, their expressions resentful and their presence oppressive, like a large, dark cloud blocking the way.

...Danger appeared so quickly?! She...she wasn't prepared!
The staff member hesitated for a moment between screaming, making a phone call, and abandoning their work and running. Before they could decide which to choose, the three burly men flipped their hands and drew...

A police officer's ID card.

Staff: "...?"

police?

If these people are police officers, then who were those people whispering outside the window just now?
Officer Oda, who was in charge, stared at the staff member who looked like a frightened bird and said in a low voice, "These are our work IDs—I'm asking you, what did those people say to you just now?"

"This one……"

The staff were a bit confused; she initially thought the previous group were the police officers. But now, real police officers with badges had appeared, and they were clearly on guard against the previous group…

"Could it be that, contrary to my expectations, that group of people weren't police officers, but rather their adversaries—a band of outlaws?" The staff member's mind raced, quickly processing the situation.

“But that doesn’t make sense. There were not only students and women in that group, but even two children. It doesn’t look like the kind of group of outlaws.”

There seems to be more to the story.

After hesitating for a moment, the staff member dared not say everything, nor dared not say anything at all. So they decided to only give a brief description of what happened and vaguely mention a few words, so that the police officers would realize the seriousness of the problem and deal with the outlaws themselves.

She cleared her throat and organized her thoughts: "It's like this, that curly-haired gentleman's bag was swapped with someone else's..."

Before he could finish speaking, the three policemen looked surprised and started discussing among themselves.

Inspector Horita's lips curled into a smile: "That wretched curly-haired guy took the wrong bag... Could it be the bag with the ring?"

Officer Miyazaki laughed out loud: "God has eyes, he was wrong! Without the ring, let's see how he proposes again!"

Officer Oda frowned, sensing something was amiss: "Don't laugh. Lost bags are always found. And think about it, Officer Sato knew he'd lost something, he certainly wouldn't stand idly by—the two of them, side by side, went through countless hardships to find it, overcoming all sorts of difficulties, and then, from the bag they finally got their hands on, they found a sparkling diamond ring..."

"..."

This romantic and legendary experience caused the police officers, whose smiles had just begun to bloom, to change their expressions, their faces twisting again.

Getting a ring this way is much more romantic than just kneeling down to open your bag and take it out!
At least for Officer Sato, this kind of proposal is definitely more meaningful!

How could things have turned out like this?!

"Um..." Seeing that the police officers' mental state was becoming increasingly strange, the staff member weakly interrupted, "Excuse me, who were those people just now?"

The police officers snapped out of their daze and quickly composed themselves in front of the citizens. Officer Horita feigned seriousness and said, "It's work-related, so I'm sorry we can't disclose that information."

Officer Oda sensed something was amiss: "Why are you asking that?"

The staff member hesitated for a moment, then whispered the key words: "It's... I heard them say something about 'heroin'..."

The police officers were taken aback.

Heroin → heroin → hirouenn → wedding ceremony.

A wedding ceremony?!

"They've already discussed marriage?!" The officers' thoughts were diverted by the ring, and they were struck dumb. "How could it be so fast!"

"Huh?" The staff thought they had misheard and were about to repeat themselves when a hurricane swept past them.

After a moment of stunned silence, the three policemen turned and ran, grabbing their walkie-talkies and frantically trying to contact their superiors.

"Commander Shiratori!" Officer Horita cried out in anguish, "Emergency! Emergency!—They're getting married!!"

Officer Shiratori, who had just taken a sip of coffee to perk himself up, almost spat it all over the command console.

He coughed twice, his mind already racing with a multitude of speculations, more varied than fireworks, but he managed to keep his voice calm: "Don't rush. How did you arrive at this conclusion? Explain things from the beginning."

The three police officers repeated what they had learned in a cacophony of voices.

After listening for a while, Officer Shiratori finally understood: "So, he lost the bag containing his ring, and Officer Sato is helping him look for it?"

Officer Oda: "That's right, if they..."

Officer Shiratori had already heard it once, and quickly interrupted his long and unpleasant speculation: "Things aren't as bad as you think. This isn't difficult to solve—we just need to get ahead of them and get that bag, and we can avoid the worst-case scenario."

Officer Oda paused, then said, "Oh right. But can we find it?"

Officer Shiratori couldn't quite put his finger on it, and for some reason, watching the videos his subordinates sent back, he always felt that the curly-haired man suddenly seemed to be a very good strategist.

However, things have come to this point, and there is no other choice.

Officer Shiratori acted decisively, searching through the footage and zooming in on the bag on the curly-haired man's shoulder.

Then he posted the bag in the "Sato Miwako Defense Line" group and told his more than 30 subordinates: "You all heard the situation just now, right? Find the person carrying the bag immediately, before Officer Sato finds him!"

The officers, their eyes sharp as eagles and their demeanor imposing, replied: "Yes, sir!"

We absolutely cannot let Officer Sato be lured away by that kid's diamond ring!
……

"Ah!"

In front of the photo wall, Sato Miwako turned her head and sneezed, then rubbed her nose nonchalantly and looked at the rows of photos on the wall again.

The automatic cameras here don't capture individual tourists, but rather the entire ship. Every photo is taken from the same angle, and the ship itself is the same size; only the tourists on board are diverse, which can become a bit aesthetically tiring after a while.

Fortunately, among the group of people dressed in flashy clothes, mostly in short sleeves, Mr. Kurosawa, dressed in all black, stood out. After scanning around for a while, Sato Miwako finally found her target.

“This one!” she pointed to the photo and showed it to Jiang Xia. “Besides us, there are five other people on the boat.”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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