Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be more awake, and said in a lingering voice: "Mr. One, you called me and disturbed my sleep without saying a word——"

The ambiguous female voice that made people blush and their hearts beat fast suddenly changed into a cold and capable male voice: "Could it be that the information is conveyed through thoughts?"

Zhu Fujingguang's eyes widened: "Puff - cough cough."

He was choked by his saliva and started coughing continuously, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

After a long while, he finally caught his breath and asked in astonishment, "Mr. Takeshita?"

The miko on the tatami said lazily, "Deduct 0 for small talk, 1 for serious matters, and hang up on harassing calls."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

His face twitched. Could the female voice just now be Officer Takeshita's changed voice?

For a moment, he inexplicably had the illusion that the Japanese police were doomed.

Hearing the communication between the liaison and the machine, he said with difficulty: "... deduct 1."

"I've received it. Now we can get down to business."

The tense, serious, and formal atmosphere suddenly became subtle and strange. Zhu Fujingguang took a long time to mentally prepare himself before he could regain his rhythm. He said dryly, "The organization's boss has changed."

"Oh, it's the group, what? The leader has been replaced?!" The voice on the other side suddenly became louder.

The woman, draped in a long shrine maiden dress, lazily lying there, no longer possessing the delicate charm she once possessed. She abruptly stood up with a clean, sharp movement, exuding an indescribable heroic spirit. A sharp glint flashed in her deep fox eyes. "Such an important matter, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Zhu Fujingguang replied slowly: "Because I'm deducting 1."

Officer Takeshita didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he praised seriously, "I knew Mr. One was a law-abiding person. Only with law-abiding people like you can Japan survive in the long run."

After he finished speaking, it was Zhu Fujingguang who felt embarrassed. He didn't dare to accept such a compliment.

He quickly continued, "From what I know, the leader's change happened recently, and the organization suppressed all the news. If I hadn't had the chance to speak to the boss today, I wouldn't have noticed anything was wrong at all."

Taking advantage of the situation, Takeshita covered the lower half of his face with a cypress fan with a flower and bird pattern, and looked thoughtful: "Does the new boss have any other distinguishing features?"

"The oppressive force is very strong. Whenever he opens his mouth, it gives people a feeling as if they are in an abyss. In addition, his personality may be rather twisted." Zhu Fu Jingguang suppressed the discomfort and recalled every word and every emotional change his boss said in the office.

He analyzed the situation rationally and said confidently, "That person has a strong desire for control and is most likely a histrionic and controlling personality. He's very young, under 30, and very cunning."

After hearing this series of descriptions, Officer Takeshita folded his cypress fan, slammed it against his palm, and said seriously, "I understand. You must obtain more information about that gentleman while protecting your own life."

"Also, be sure to pay attention to organizational changes." Takeshita gazed out into the darkness, his eyes raised to a depthless level. "This great ship of the organization has a younger, more passionate, and energetic leader at the helm. The way things are done will undergo a significant change."

“We have to minimize the impact on our organization.”

Zhu Fu Jingguang's expression was stern: "Okay, I understand."

After finishing their business conversation, Takeshita suddenly asked, "Did you get your information from Amuro-kun?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang did not hide it and replied softly, "Yes."

Sensing his evasive attitude, Officer Takeshita frowned and sent a message to Officer Miyamura, asking him to investigate any recent intelligence about his junior brother from the public security department.

In the middle room, Furuya Rei was talking on the phone with Matsuda Jinpei.

"You two, the childhood sweethearts, are really inconsiderate of other people's lives sometimes. It's already three o'clock in the morning!"

I thought you were calling for help at this hour because you were in a hurry, but what happened is, I already had my clothes on, and you didn't talk about business, but kept avoiding the topic.

Furiya Rei said seriously, "But you didn't sleep."

You just called Hiro a few minutes ago. Since you're still awake, I wanted to talk to you about what happened.

Jinpei Matsuda scratched his hair angrily and said, "Are you being unreasonable? I was woken up from my sleep!"

He said angrily, "Xiao Guangming lives next door to me. Can't you ask him to come over and talk to me this morning?"

"I finished the hagi thing today and then went to defuse the bomb. I had a few drinks with the squad leader in the evening. I'm really tired. Blond bastard, can't you just have a normal schedule?"

Fūya Ling said with a sour face, "How dare you criticize me? Hagiwara is already in jail, and you left the child at home without caring about him. You even had the mind to drag the squad leader out for a drink. Curly-haired idiot, when did you become so irresponsible?"

Matsuda Jinpei was so angry that he was completely sober. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. The smell of nicotine calmed him down. "I'm very confused. Today was actually very dangerous. Fortunately, Shiraishi Masato left two people for Hagi, not two bombs. Otherwise, Hagi would never have escaped."

Hagi knew him best and noticed at a glance that he was in a bad mood, so he asked the squad leader to come and accompany him.

Furiya Rei didn't try to comfort his friend. His eyes were sharp, carrying the aggression of bourbon, and he sneered, "So you're just cowardly going out to drink?"

After teasing Shiraishi Masato, you still have the courage to run away. Aren’t you afraid that he will kill both you and the class monitor?

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. He lashed out, "When the government gives you tax breaks, they're always for childcare. The monthly childcare subsidy goes into your and Hagiwara's accounts. The alcohol you're drinking and the models you're buying are all using your baby's formula money."

There was dead silence on the other end of the line.

Furuya Rei continued, "The police station has started to equip itself with a nursery, and they're even raising your own children. I think you're just too bored because you have so little to do, you stupid Curly!"

Matsuda Jinpei went into the living room and grabbed a glass of cold water from the refrigerator. His expression was blank for a moment, and he asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Childcare subsidy?"

"hehe."

Matsuda Jinpei gulped down the ice water, grimacing at the cold. He belatedly said, "No wonder Hagi and I's salaries have increased so much in recent years. It turns out it wasn't a reward for our outstanding abilities, but rather—"

The money given by the government to breastfeed the child.

He was too embarrassed to continue.

All the negative emotions in my heart disappeared in an instant, leaving only the blond bastard's words "using the money for the baby's milk powder to drink and buy models".

He covered his red face, and the arrogant little curls on his head all wilted.

Furuya Rei clearly knew the upright, curly-haired officer well. Making sure he'd recovered from the near-disappearance of his childhood, he sternly warned him, "I've sent you a report on Shiraishi Masato's personality and behavior. Study it carefully if you want to plan your capture!"