Tokyo: My superpowers are updated every week

Chiyo Morimoto made three dipping sauces based on Aosawa's taste, namely sweet sauce, salty sauce and spicy sauce.

Six bottles of cold beer were placed on the table.

Qingze picked up the cold beer and clinked glasses with Chiyo Morimoto.

"cheers!"

He drank it all in one breath, burped with satisfaction and said, "When it's hot, beer has to be drunk cold to be strong."

"Yes."

Chiyo Morimoto is not as strong as young people. She has to take a breath after drinking half of the drink.

She likes drinking.

It’s just that for health reasons, I don’t usually drink to the point of being drunk. I just drink a few bottles on my days off, just to taste it.

Qingze picked up a piece of beef and dipped it in hot sauce. The phone on the desk suddenly lit up and made a ding sound.

Chiyo Morimoto glanced and asked, "Who sent the message?"

"my classmate."

"girl?"

"Not only is she a girl, she's also a transfer student, the eldest daughter of the Phoenix House family."

While unlocking the phone, Qingze introduced her to Chiyo Morimoto, "She and I are friends who sit in front and behind each other.

That’s the case at the moment.”

"For now~"

Chiyo Morimoto stretched out her voice in a soft and charming tone, propped up her cheek with her left hand, and squinted her eyes and said, "You don't have any thoughts about her, do you?"

"I'm afraid she'll have some thoughts about me. Who made me so outstanding?"

"Confidence is a good thing, but I hope you won't be narcissistic."

Chiyo Morimoto complained that just because she treated Qingze as a treasure, it didn't mean that others did the same.

"Chiyo, you really have no sense of humor," Qingze complained, opening the chat interface with his index finger.

Miki Hououin sent two messages in a row, both complaining that the public security in Japan was getting worse and worse.

"Another murder case has occurred in Shinjuku Shimoochiai."

Qingze could easily guess that the murder case mentioned by Fenghuangin Meiji was related to him.

But Qingze still pretended to be very curious and replied: "Who is the murderer?"

"Dior."

Fenghuangin Miki typed her answer, then picked up the French snail and ate it in one bite. She didn't care about the taste, but just focused on the conversation.

The index finger types quickly.

"He is also the murderer of Ishida Financial Company and Konishi Financial Company. He is a white European and American man, over 1.9 meters tall."

"You really know it."

"These are the basic lessons for a young lady. In my opinion, that guy won't last for many days.

Killing Jidao didn't matter, but he actually dared to destroy the World True Love and Peace Church supported by Congressman Yasuda, and made the King of France publicly confess the fact that he bribed the congressman.

Councillor Yasuda will definitely use his connections to expose Dior."

Japanese courts rarely sentence people to death, but angering the bigwigs usually means that people won't be able to stand trial in court.

During the arrest process, the unfortunate incident of a prisoner resisting arrest and being shot and killed may occur.

Qingze asked, "Who is Councillor Yasuda?"

"Masao Yasuda, a powerful member of the Civic Party, has a good relationship with the CIA."

As the heir of the Hououin family, Hououin Miki has had to remember those complicated relationships since childhood.

Who are the people in each party that need to be cared about and who are behind those people.

And the network of relationships among the Phoenix family's aunts and uncles. If they were listed in a list, the complexity of the interpersonal relationships would be enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Phoenix Court Miki is used to it.

When she mentions someone she knows, she will immediately think of that person's party and who is silently supporting him behind the scenes.

This is also a course that the eldest lady needs to learn.

"Really? I really hope that Councillor Yasuda can bring the criminal to justice as soon as possible, and don't let him kill you in return."

Qingze pointed with his index finger and suddenly felt that there was something fishy in his words.

Seeing that he was only busy chatting, Chiyo Morimoto was a little unhappy and said unhappily, "Why don't you just play with your phone? Can't we chat after dinner?"

"Chiyo, you smell so much vinegar."

Qingze responded with a smile and did not give up chatting with Fenghuangyuan Meiji.

While eating, he chatted with Chiyo and replied to Fenghuangin Miki.

A meal is busier than the president.

……

Dinner is over.

Miki Honoka started new classes and had no time to accompany him in his politics.

Chiyo Morimoto is going to clean up the table.

Qingze put his phone in the bedroom and chose to go out for a night run.

It can’t be said of night running either.

The sunlight at 5:30 is not as bright as the sunlight at 2 or 3 o'clock in the afternoon, but it is not inferior to the sunlight at 11 or 12 o'clock.

Qingze chose his usual route and started running down the street.

When he reached the familiar little park, he estimated that he would run for about an hour.

"Hu, hu." He gasped, walked to the vending machine, bought a bottle of mineral water, and drank it all in one breath.

He casually threw the empty mineral water bottle into the trash can, used his ability of perspective to look around, and saw no one.

Qingze turned and dived into the forest, then transformed into a peregrine falcon and soared into the sky.

He didn't believe the Metropolitan Police Department could find him through Dio.

But he was still very curious about the members of the Metropolitan Police Department's special task force specifically designed to deal with him.

……

Metropolitan Police Department, meeting room.

Emily wanted to flip the table, but she had to scream in her heart.

It's all work.

The Metropolitan Police Department hired her and paid her half of her salary in advance to buy out her time before she solved the case.

She couldn't act too violent.

But Emily's patience was reaching its limit.

At the first meeting at the Metropolitan Police Department, Emily could speak passionately about her speculations about Dior.

The second time the meeting continued in another room, Emily's enthusiasm was reduced by half.

At the third meeting, she had no enthusiasm at all and her mind was full of one thought.

How can it be repaired! I really hope Dio kills all these insects!

The number of participants in the meetings increased each time, but the discussion about Dior became less and less.

The main topic is not expanding the task force, but who should be held responsible for the series of crimes committed by Dior?

People from local police stations such as Oku police station said that they should not take the blame and that the blame should be borne by the Metropolitan Police Department which set up the special task force.

A representative from the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division replied that they were in charge of violent crimes such as murder and robbery.

But Dior is a foreigner!

Murder cases committed by foreigners should be handled by people from the Ministry of Public Security.

The Ministry of Public Security believes that Dior is a foreigner in Japan who entered the country without registration, so it should be the fault of the Immigration Bureau. Why did they miss registering Dior’s personal information?

The Immigration Bureau felt very wronged, as Dio had clearly entered the country illegally, and this matter should be within the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Police Department's Violence Countermeasures Division.

If they cracked down on the gangsters, there would be no illegal immigrants!

The Violence Countermeasures Section was also unwilling to take the blame, and involved the Ministry of Finance, citing reasons such as insufficient funds and staff.

A group of elites held meetings in different venues from the afternoon until seven in the evening.

They finally came to a conclusion. It was getting late, so they had to hold a meeting tomorrow to discuss which department should bow and apologize to the public for the responsibility for Dio's killing spree.

Chapter 89 Qingze Waits for the Rabbit

it is finally over.

Qingze sighed in his heart. He was now a crow, sitting on a branch outside the Metropolitan Police Department meeting room.

At first, he was attracted by the name of Dio that was discussed in the meeting, and turned into a gecko, lying on the window frame to listen to the content of the meeting.

After listening for a long time, he felt very bored, so he climbed behind the tree again, transformed into a crow, stayed on the branch and looked at the lights in the conference room from afar.

Qingze didn't fly away or go somewhere for a walk, he just had a lot of energy in his heart.

He wanted to see how long these people could last in the meeting.

The fact was that he underestimated these people's ability to hold meetings.

A very small matter becomes something very complicated and convoluted in the mouths of these elites.

Various professional terms and departmental responsibilities made Qingze deeply aware of the shortcomings of his own knowledge.

But he did not feel envious, he just thought that these people had nothing to do because they had nothing to do.

Something that can be finalized in one sentence.

They had carried out hundreds of roundabout attempts before saying that sentence. It's really speechless that they used such smart brains to study such things.

Qingze flapped his wings and left.

His trip was not without gain. He still managed to identify someone unusual among those attending the meeting.

That is Emily, who is wearing a dress and has a doll-like face.

It would be strange not to wear formal attire for such an occasion.

Not to mention, that group of elites actually let Emily speak on the stage.

Obviously, this person has a special status in the task force.

……

The fourth meeting officially ended.

Emily suppressed her anger and walked quickly to the outside of the Metropolitan Police Department and to the parking lot.

The anger she had suppressed in her heart exploded, and she kicked the wheel fiercely, angrily saying, “A bunch of idiots!

They said they would expand the task force, but in the end, no one mentioned it and they just kept shirking responsibility!

Wasting my time! "

In response to her irritable behavior, Okayama Taketa shrugged and said, "Well, don't be angry, everything is moving in a good direction."

When Emily heard this, her blue eyes widened and she said in astonishment, “I thought you were like me, someone who hated that kind of meeting.

Could it be that you have a masochistic constitution, and the more pain you feel, the happier you feel?"

"I don't have that kind of fetish. I just saw the purpose behind this meeting."

Okayama Taketa opened the car door while defending himself.

Emily got into the back seat.