What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

"Feng and I have known each other for 20 years, and this is the first time I know that she will be sick."

Muling chatted with several people in the tone of discovering the new world.

Feng's illness came and went quickly. After all, where is his physical fitness, he took medicine well, and he recovered after a good night's sleep.

Even now she still has the bitter taste of the medicine in her mouth, and she has no appetite when eating.

"Because I've never been sick, so I haven't taken much medicine." She was confident about her resistance to the medicine yesterday. "I never thought that the pills would be so bitter."

"Pfft," Jing Guang laughed, "I didn't expect Feng to have such a childish side."

If one were to say that the happiest thing about Feng's recovery was undoubtedly that she was annoyed at not being able to see her illness in time.

After the morning exercise, Feng and Fuji went to the classroom together.

"I heard that you rescued an unconscious driver over the weekend?"

"...Ah, there were Matsuda and the others at that time," Feng scratched his head, "My motorcycle was also broken."

"It's a pity," Teng saw Feng's handsome motorcycle, and it was worth a lot of money at first glance, "Can it be repaired?"

"I asked Matsuda to try it for me."

Feng spread her hands, there is no way, Ducati's special repairs are too expensive, she has no salary now, and her money is very tight.

"Then there's no problem."

Fuji actually trusted Matsuda's technology.

Their footsteps are windy, and they will soon arrive at the classroom——

"--Really sorry!"

Feng stopped in time and pulled the vine back for a distance, so as not to be bumped by the boy who suddenly bowed ninety degrees.

He clenched his fists with both hands and pressed them tightly to his sides, his whole body was so hard that he almost trembled, and he quickly attracted the attention of others.

"I heard that even though you were seriously ill, you still used your illness to prevent the truck accident in order to save other people's lives. And you said something rude to Fuji-san... I am very sorry for what I said before!"

The boy seemed to be deeply moved by himself, his eyes were red, and he sucked his nose.

Teng pulled Feng and took another step back: "This guy doesn't seem to be in a good mind."

"Of course, if you don't want to forgive me..."

"...Stop, stop!" Feng saw that class was about to start, and there was another person standing in front of him, refusing to move, "I understand what you mean, but... Excuse me, who are you?"

The bell for class rang, which seemed to shatter the petrified boys.

"Hey, if you can't remember, then it means you're not a particularly important person." Yuan appeared out of nowhere, and pushed a girl into the classroom with one hand, "It's more important to attend class!"

"Yes, yes," Yamamoto passed by, and pulled away the dusty boy, "Don't affect Sister Feng's mood, understand?"

His face was gloomy, a little scary: "The sports meeting is coming soon, and Yamamura-san is the ace player in our class... If something happens to her, can you afford it?"

As a fishing master, one of his principles is to keep those who can do things in a good working environment at all times.

For example, troublesome things like the sports meeting - only when Feng and Fugu Ling and the others participate more, can a salty fish like him be free for granted.

"This is the throat-clearing lozenge from my hometown, please accept it~" Turning his head, he took out the medicine that was always in his hometown, "Is Shancun-san okay?"

"Ah, there's no problem, thank you, Yamamoto-kun."

Feng took the small jar in a daze, and opened it to see that the candy was pitch black and exuded a strange medicinal smell.

...When did she offend Yamamoto?

After taking a bite carefully, Feng only had this thought in her head, and she seemed to see the river of Santuchuan for a moment.

Concentrating on her seat, she calmly patted Matsuda in the front seat: "Do you want to try this candy?"

"Ah, what... um!" As soon as Matsuda turned his head, Fengyan swiftly stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth. He widened his eyes, and the eyeballs turned white.

After recovering, he silently asked Feng for another one, then turned his head and smiled at Hagiwara who had just entered the door.

"Hagi, do you want something to eat?"

"Jing Guang, you have a big problem with your sense of taste," Feng pointed at Jing Guang who had no abnormality after eating the candy, "You can actually accept this devil's taste!"

By the way, Rei Furutani noticed something was wrong when he entered the classroom, but he couldn't beat four hands with both fists, and was pressed on the table by Kaede and Matsuda. He was forced to "taste" the specialty of Yamamoto-kun's hometown, and now he is vomiting his soul middle.

On the other hand, Jing Guang seemed quite interested in the dark lacquered sugar pills, took one by hand, and gave a good evaluation after eating it.

"What are you doing?"

Squad leader Date's voice sounded from behind, and Feng and Matsuda, who had just done bad things, subconsciously tightened their backs, revealing Furutani Rei lying on the table with guilt.

"Huh?! Zero, what's wrong with you? Does something feel wrong!"

"...I'm fine," Jiang Gu Ling pushed away the concerned Itahang, and looked at the two culprits quietly, "I just think that there is a good thing that we can't enjoy alone, and the squad leader should try it too. .”

This is the revenge of the blond and black-hearted top student!

Feng silently hugged himself, always feeling chilly behind him.

"Jing, what are you looking at?"

In a hurry, he wanted to turn off the computer screen, but Jing Guang still couldn't stop Fugu Ling's sight.

"...The report of the police who died in the line of duty in Tokyo?" Subconsciously reading the title, Furutani Rei was a little puzzled, "Why did you suddenly investigate this?"

"It's just a sudden curiosity." Having been seen, Jing Guang could only turn on the screen again. It was densely packed with black characters on a white background, symbolizing the lives sacrificed on the job in the past. "After all, we are about to join the job." Isn't it?"

The light in the reference room is dim, but Fugu Ling's blue eyes are still so bright, like a magnifying glass that can see through everything.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice gradually dropped.

"...Maybe it has something to do with Feng," Jiang Guling said suddenly, "I am familiar with the police world, but I don't have much contact with it. I think it's because the link to the police world has disappeared."

"It's her elder, right?"

He sat down on the chair next to Jing Guang.

"Of course, this is just my wishful thinking. If you disagree, just refute."

Jing Guang could only return a wry smile, and it turned out that they were not good at lying.

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you, Zero."

Being affirmed, Jiang Gu Ling slightly raised the corners of his mouth but quickly flattened it.

"Actually, I checked it before," he let out a big thunder quietly, "...but no Tokyo policeman named 'Yamamura' died in the past ten years."

"How come?!" Jing Guang opened his eyes wide, he clenched the mouse, and suddenly thought of something, "...Neednottoknow."

A code word between the police, intended to hide the secrets of the police.

Jiang Gu Ling understood instantly, he stared at Jing Guang, and tapped his knuckles lightly on the table.

knock, noc - undercover. *

No one knows the achievements during his lifetime, and he will remain anonymous after death, and his family members have nowhere to mourn.

Even after ten years, his daughter still cannot publicly talk about or publicly acknowledge the existence of her father.

In the narrow reference room, there was a moment of silence like mourning.

"Jing Guang, Ling! What are you... doing?"

The door was suddenly opened, and the warm noon sun and Feng's voice shone into the darkness together, but the atmosphere inside was too stagnant, so frightened that Feng unconsciously put on an Osaka accent at the end of his speech.

Couldn't it be Ling who was worried about what happened in the morning and was going to take revenge on her?

"I came at a bad time...?"

Taking a step back silently, Feng felt that the eyes of the two people inside showed a strange terror... like a rural grandmother who hadn't seen her granddaughter for a year, kind and terrifying.

"No, you came at the right time," Jiang Guling cleared his throat, and finally got back to normal. After the door opened, the fresh wind blew in, and the gloomy atmosphere inside was swept away, making people involuntarily happy, "But It’s still a while before class starts.”

"I'm going to discuss the sports meeting at noon today, but I can't find you two everywhere. I think Jing Guang should be here...cough."

Feng probed in, only seeing the pitch-black computer screen and Jing Guang standing up, she pouted.

"Hurry up, the squad leader is waiting anxiously."

"Okay okay."

The eyes of the two friends finally returned to normal, and Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

Zero should not be discussing revenge on her.

Nagano Prefectural Police Station.

"Zhufu Police Department, the autopsy report is out."

The police officer with white gloves walked towards Zhu Fu Gaoming with the freshly released report.

"The direct cause of death was suffocation at the scene of the fire, but before that, one victim had six bullet wounds on his body, and the other...was slashed eighteen times."

The newly recruited policeman looked dignified.

"Both of them have the experience of being a Yakuza in Tokyo, and they are tentatively identified as seeking revenge for the Yakuza."

"The report shows that the source of the gun has been traced, and it is indeed the same gun caliber recently used by the Tokyo criminal organization [Brahma]."

Another person hurried over with a report.

The two met at Zhu Fu Gaoming's table.

"Huh? Police department, how do you know it's from the Shuanghehui?" The police officer with the autopsy documents saw the computer screen. "The two victims quit the Yakuza organization five years ago."

"As expected of 'Mr. Kong Ming'!" Another person said pleasantly, "Did you find out the truth so quickly!...But, this was reported ten years ago?"

The title on the screen impressively showed that ten years ago, the Shuanghehui openly opened fire on the streets of Tokyo, and one person was seriously injured and sent to the hospital.

"There is no end in the world, and life is like the morning glow.*" The fair-faced police department turned off the screen, slightly closed the raised phoenix eyes, and sighed, "It seems that the big move has been in the past few years."

The two police officers looked at each other, although they couldn't understand what the police department was saying, but... "Zhu Fu's police department is right!"