Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

pat, pat...

But suddenly, a crisp sound of footsteps was heard, and Murakami's gaze stopped suddenly.

"Liang Jun, I have nothing to do sitting in the car, so I'd better go with you."

Xinggong Lin walked calmly to An Zeliang's side, her long black hair scattered behind her, her student uniform worn neatly, her slender legs under the skirt were wearing black stockings and student leather shoes.

Seeing her come in, An Zeliang pointed to the chair next to him.

"That's fine. Then Rin-chan, sit here and wait for me. I have to go and take care of some paperwork first."

"it is good."

Xinggong Lin answered softly, turned and walked to the chair, smoothed the hem of her skirt with both hands, sat down gracefully, looked in the direction of An Zeliang without any ripples in her eyes, and followed him quietly.

Murakami Takashi's proud look suddenly dimmed.

"You guy... Why is Xingmiya-san showing up at the police station with you!?"

An Zeliang looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong? Aren't you very popular in school? Didn't your girlfriend come with you?"

Murakami Takashi was stunned, looked at the younger brothers surrounding him, and then looked at Hoshimiya Rin.

Murakami Takashi suddenly felt like he had been severely insulted.

"Hahaha..." The policewoman next to her laughed out loud.

These bad boys have been harassing pretty girls in Akihabara for some time. They would say that others had a crush on them and wanted their cell phone number just because they looked at them a few more times. In the end, they were caught and taken to the police station.

The policewoman has long disliked these people, but due to professional requirements, she cannot say anything bad or harsh to them except for ideological education.

Now, the policewoman listened to An Zeliang's words and looked at Murakami Takashi's stunned expression, and she had just one feeling.

If you can speak, please speak more. I like to listen!

"What are you laughing laughing!"

Murakami Takashi felt a little embarrassed. He glared at the policewoman, then stroked the green hair on his head and continued.

"So what if I have Xinggong by my side? I've long since stopped looking at those bland and boring peers. What I like now are older sister-type women, and they won't even look at someone like you..."

Murakami Takashi said this viciously, but before he finished, An Zeliang's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Just wait a moment."

An Zeliang glanced at the caller ID and picked up the phone.

The next second, a clear and familiar female voice sounded, very loud.

"Xiaoliang, why didn't you come to school again?"

"Xingzi, my ears are almost deaf." An Zeliang moved away from the phone a little, and when the other party's voice became smaller, he moved the phone closer to listen.

After a few seconds, his expression turned somewhat helpless.

"Rin-chan is with me...well, we are in the police station now...it's not what you think, we are here to handle some company matters."

"Well, it's okay. You don't have to come over. I put a spare key under the carpet. If you want to go, just wait for me at home."

"You go to class first...Okay, bye."

"... "

After hanging up the phone, An Zeliang looked at Murakami Takashi and asked in confusion.

"What did you just tell me?"

“…The top students should die!”

Murakami Takashi cursed viciously, turned around and rushed out of the police station with a head of green hair.

"Boss, boss, wait for me!"

The younger brothers were stunned, then rushed out and kept calling out.

“…What a weird person.” An Zeliang looked puzzled. He put away his phone and walked towards the policewoman.

"Hello, I have an exhibition coming up soon and I want to register. What is the procedure?"

"I'll take you there!" The policewoman smiled happily, "Classmate, you are very good at talking. Would you consider doing diplomatic work in the police station in the future?"

"?"

An Zeliang glanced at the policewoman and touched his waist.

"No, no, I have severe lumbar spondylosis and can't bend my waist."

"oh……?"

The policewoman looked at An Zeliang with some confusion, but didn't ask any more questions. She took An Zeliang through the process quickly and got some documents and formalities done.

"Your exhibition is quite large, so you need to find Superintendent Maori to stamp it." The policewoman pointed in the direction, "His office is over there, just knock on the door and go in."

"Thank you, police sister." An Zeliang said politely.

"It's okay, as long as I can help." The policewoman said, and couldn't help but remind him, "By the way, classmate, I saw that your exhibition will be held on the weekend this week..."

"Generally, exhibitions must be reported a week in advance, and the documents and materials must be reviewed and filed by police officers. Superintendent Maori also has to review them carefully, but he is usually very busy... It may be too late. You'd better find a way to change the exhibition time."

"It's okay, I'll go ask first."

An Zeliang smiled, seemingly not afraid of problems with the process. He walked to the front of the office with the documents and knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

A strong male voice was heard from the office, and An Zeliang opened the door and walked in.

Watching his back disappearing at the door, the policewoman shook her head and couldn't help but sigh.

"Still too young and inexperienced..."

"For offline exhibitions like this in Japan, it's too late to go through the procedures a week in advance..."

But when she thought of An Zeliang's handsome face and the way he called her sister all the time, the policewoman suddenly felt soft-hearted.

"Forget it. When he comes out, I'll secretly remind him who he should visit to speed up the process."

"... "

At the same time, An Zeliang also walked into Inspector Maori's office.

Behind the large desk, a little old man in a police uniform hung up the phone, threw the lunch box into the trash can, and said very skillfully without even looking at the person at the door.

"Just leave the documents on the table. I have other work to do. I'll let you know when to pick them up after I review them."

"Okay." An Zeliang said with a smile, but did not move.

Hearing this slightly familiar voice, Inspector Maori was slightly stunned and looked over with some surprise.

"Huh? Why is it you, classmate!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 200: Cat-eared maid: Master, please eat

The Maori police officer in front of him was not very tall, with a fat face and body, gray hair, and looked very kind. He had two thick, very classic mustaches on his lips.

At first glance, it looked like that night, when Inspector Megure and Kogoro Mori were both drunk...

Then there was the Maori police inspector.

And he was the old man who helped An Zeliang pay for his lunch box when he was buying things at the convenience store just now.

"It's you... I didn't expect you to be the Maori police inspector."

An Zeliang showed a hint of surprise at the right moment, and said a few polite words with a smile.

Inspector Maori rubbed his mustache, narrowed his eyes, and nodded happily.

"I don't like wearing a police uniform when I go out. It's too restrictive... Thank you for your help at noon today. Thanks to you, I finally filled my stomach and satisfied my taste buds."

"You are exaggerating."

An Zeliang smiled, but felt a little amused in his heart.

In the last simulation of the far-sighted personality, he was still very impressed by this Maori police officer.

This guy... is an extremely henpecked husband.

It's the kind of situation where all wages have to be handed over, and saving up some private money is as difficult as cooking the books. To buy a meal, you have to ask your wife for pocket money or use a secondary credit card.

As for the main card, it is naturally on my wife's side.

Just a few days ago, Inspector Maori was discovered by his wife to have gone to a pub with an old colleague. There was a young girl at the table drinking and chatting with them. Mrs. Maori was furious.

This time, Inspector Maori straightened his back and firmly believed that he was not wrong, so Mrs. Maori smiled coldly and cut off his pocket money.

Then, there is the supplementary credit card.

As a result, Inspector Maori couldn't buy a lunch box today. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He went home and had a big quarrel with his wife.

In the simulation, Inspector Maori often mentioned this experience to the Visionary Personality, remembering the date and time, with a triumphant smile on his face, as if he had relived it many times.

"I am the head of the family!" Maori narrowed his vigilant eyes and rubbed his thick mustache.

As for his far-sighted personality, he just looked at the folding bed for naps that was always placed in Inspector Maori's office, smiled and nodded, never refuting.

If Inspector Maori hadn't said so much, An Zeliang would never have remembered such a small thing.

But now, it comes in handy.

"Inspector Maori, my surname is Anze, Anze Liang." After introducing himself, Anze Liang continued.

"I'm going to hold a large-scale exhibition soon, so I need to report it to the police station in advance."

With the good relationship established just now, Inspector Maori no longer used the official rhetoric. He came out from behind the desk and took the documents from An Zeliang's hand with his chubby hands.

"I'll help you check if there are any problems. If there are no problems, you can stamp it and go through the registration process."

"Okay, thank you." An Zeliang nodded with a smile.

"It's just a small thing. After all, this is Akihabara. There are often various exhibitions. I'm used to it."

Inspector Maori flipped through the information very quickly.

In fact, there is nothing to see. People who have handled matters at official places have experienced it all. There are generally no problems with documents. The trouble is that without connections, others will not give priority to your matter. They may slack off in the middle, get off work, or take a weekend off. As time goes by, the process slows down.

If the file format is changed temporarily, you will have to make a new document and apply again, and then go through the process again.

It can't kill you.

At this time, An Zeliang did not wait for Inspector Maori to finish reading the documents, but naturally looked around the room.

The office is very spacious, and the desks and chairs are all high-end. There are only a few books on the bookshelf, and the rest are some tea and ornaments.

An Zeliang's eyes fell on the several pottery figurines placed on the bookshelf, and a hint of surprise appeared in his tone.

"Hermel figurines? Officer Maori, do you like this too?"

"Yes." Inspector Maori was slightly stunned and rubbed his beard with his fat hands. "I bought it by chance when I was on a business trip before, and I have been collecting it ever since. However, there are too few related enthusiasts in Japan, and not many people know it."

"My father also tried to collect..."

An Zeliang continued talking without blinking, and started chatting with Inspector Maori about the topic of terracotta warriors.

"Ah! Ahh!"

Anze's father, who was far away in Kobe, sneezed suddenly, touched his arm, and looked a little strange.

"It's summer, why am I still a little cold wearing a vest..."

"Is it the ghost that's causing trouble...?"

"... "

An Ze's father got up silently, went back to the house and put on a summer air-conditioning blanket.

Fifteen minutes later.

An Zeliang had almost finished making up his lies, so he stopped talking with a smile.

It is very difficult to find people with the same interests in the niche circle. Although we only chatted for fifteen minutes today, Inspector Maori was so happy that his face turned red.

At this time, An Zeliang also continued.

"Inspector Maori, you still have to be busy. I won't bother you for now and will continue to deal with the report."