The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, Toruto Yamashita lay on the rocking chair on the balcony enjoying the wind.

However, when he started to think again, he always felt that something was missing from his mouth.

"Give."

The red and black cigarette case was held by a white hand and handed to his eyes.

"Shi Yu?"

Benedict at the foot of the mountain turned his head.

Doesn't she dislike the smell of cigarettes?

"Do you need help lighting the fire, Mr. Toshito Yamashita?" Kasumigaoka Shiyu leaned over while playing with a lighter, and with a smile pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

Block the wind with one hand and light the fire with the other.

Chapter 49 Murder in the Street

The silver metal cap fell and the flames were extinguished.

A wisp of light smoke rose, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu subconsciously frowned.With five fingers together, he gently fanned the tangy nicotine breath.

Atsushi Yamashita looked like he wanted to laugh.

"Don't force yourself if you're not used to the smell of smoke. It's really not very good. You'd better give me a lollipop."

"But I want to get used to it." Xiazhiqiu Shiyu reached out and stopped the man's hand that wanted to extinguish the cigarette.After coughing twice, his brows gradually relaxed.

"There's no need to get used to my bad habit."

Atsuto Yamashita shook his head, pushed the girl's hand away, put out the cigarette, got up from the rocking chair, walked back to the living room and took two lollipops.

Throwing one to Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, she stirred the other in her mouth: "I'm not that fragile yet."

"Just a lunatic who likes to provoke the police."

"He's almost showing his feet."

"This kind of person who is extremely confident in himself, and can even be said to be conceited, will play off himself in a short time."

"Really?"

"When did I ever lie to you?" Atsuto Yamashita asked back as he lay back on the rocking chair.

"You once said that you were chased from Tokyo to Paris by a woman." Kasumigaoka Shiyu looked suspicious.

"......It's not cheating if you don't do anything more than three things." Atsuto Yamashita thought for a while and raised three fingers.

"……………………"

"Whatever you want, I'll go back to my room and write a novel."

Seeing that the smile on Atsuto Yamashita's face was no longer forced, Kasumigaoka Shiyu threw the lighter and cigarette case into his arms, then went back to the living room, and closed the balcony door.

Keep the smell of smoke from wafting in.

"It is strongly recommended to change the name of the heroine of the new novel to Kaito Kuroba, or to change the name to Kuroba, it is so nice."

"Then find a detective who loves and kills each other for the male protagonist. As for the prototype of the character, I think today's detective named White Horse is good."

"Trust me, it will be a hit."

"After it's sold out, you can still find an artist to remake it for you..."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu didn't bother to answer, picked up the laptop and walked to his room.

Seeing the girl close the door of the room, the nonsense Yamashita Atsuto stopped the "noise pollution" she was familiar with and returned to normal.

It's just that compared to the state when he first returned home, after going through some gags, he is obviously much more relaxed now.

"Now, I'm going to drag you out even more, you bastard."

Spitting out the plastic stick in his mouth, he lit himself a cigarette, thinking silently at the foot of the mountain...

Thinking about what he would do if he were the criminal.

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The next morning, the Police Department.

For the first time, Toshita Yamashita was not late, but came to work early in the morning.

The inspection report of the corpse from last night was already on his desk.

"Brother at the foot of the mountain, you are here." Mu Mu Shisan's voice sounded from behind.

"The police department."

"The hospital is also working overtime to confirm the actual condition of the corpse, but it still takes time."

Looking at the rather sleepy Mu Mu Shisan rubbed his eyes and subconsciously yawned.

He didn't sleep all night, and his body and bones were no longer as good as he was back then. He obviously couldn't bear it.

"Police, you?"

"I just had insomnia last night."