In the detention room, Mugu Shisan looked sideways at the door.

The bullet that was shot yesterday was removed and the wound was treated, but the treatment afterwards was not as good as expected.

It's like facing an abandoned child who doesn't care about life or death.

There are still wounds at this moment, and he was transferred from the infirmary to the detention room late at night, without an oxygen bottle to breathe, and without a comfortable medical bed.

The air was turbid and extremely humid, and the bed board was cold and hard. My bones ached when I lay on it, and my wounds would occasionally tear open when I turned around, causing pain and making it impossible to sleep.

When he saw Sato Miwako appearing at the door, Megure Shisan was unwilling to respond to her. Deep down in her heart, she couldn't bear to think about the other person's back-stabbing case against her.

In fact, Miwako's position in the police department at the moment seemed to Megure Thirteen that she got it from her.

No matter how much you yell, don't pay attention to the other person.

Until the boy's voice appeared again. The child of his former partner, Kogoro Mouri, was supposed to be his nephew's boy.

Turn your head and look out the door.

Sato Miwako, who should have been worried about herself and kept asking herself, turned her back to herself and hugged the boy.

Knowing that there is a ten-year age difference between the two of them, this makes Mu Mu Shisan feel sick.

In their hearts, they hope that Kousei will be like Sato Miwako, visiting him, begging for forgiveness, and admitting that the previous mistakes were made by them when they were young.

In his heart, Megure Thirteen believed even more in Kudo Shinichi's reasoning and ability, so he agreed when Kudo Shinichi asked him for help without any hesitation.

The result was the opposite.

However, having worked with Kudo Yusaku on official business before, Megure Shisan is very aware of Kudo Yusaku's abilities and believes that the other party can easily resolve the situation in front of him and clear his name.

"Let's go, Miwako-san."

I only saw Kousei and Miwako walking away side by side outside the door, without staying any longer, let alone begging me.

This situation left Megure Thirteen at a loss. He subconsciously put his feet down and stood up with all his strength. He was about to chase the two people to the door to confirm their situation and ask why he didn't apologize to himself.

But such an action immediately affected the fat all over the body, causing the already cracked wound to tear for a second time, bleeding red blood, and the pain stimulated the mind.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Covering his abdomen, Mumu Shisan was sweating all over, and fell to the ground, struggling to make a sound, hoping to attract the attention of the guarding police officer and arrange for him to be transferred to the infirmary to treat his wounds.

The louder the sound became, the screams of pain became more miserable, but they still did not attract the attention of the guarding police officer.

"He seems to be bleeding from the wound?"

A guard guard looked back at the detention room and saw Thirteen on the floor.

"Don't forget, the people currently changing dressings and bandaging in the infirmary are our own people from the Metropolitan Police Department, and all the hospital beds are full. Letting him pass would be delaying the death of one of our own."

There are two attitudes, internally and externally.

The guards reached a consensus and no longer cared about Mu Mu Thirteen inside the door.

The other party has been kicked out of the Metropolitan Police Department system, and is still with [the father of the Metropolitan Police Department] Kudo Shinichi. They basically have a mutual relationship, so how can they care about each other.

At most, the wound will become inflamed and ulcerated.

The Metropolitan Police Department does not care to define this person as sabotaging the Metropolitan Police Department's mission. He is treated as an accomplice of the wanted criminals of the Metropolitan Police Department, and his death does not need to be reported.

…

On the other side, the police office at this moment.

Gongsheng held the tea in his hand, lowered his head and blew slowly.

"Jingsheng, why is the death benefit only so small?"

Miwako, who was sitting next to Kousei, had a gloomy look on her face, holding a death pension report in one hand and slamming the table with the other.

The whole person is about to transform into a female tyrannosaurus, breathing out fire.

Each person receives a pension of 100,000 neon coins, and apart from the pension, there is no other subsidy, no real estate subsidy, no living subsidy, and no welfare benefits for the families of those killed in action.

"Police Sato, control your emotions. This is something the people above can come up with. Now that you know about it, don't say anything more."

Matsumoto's police officer's face was equally ugly, his eyes were full of sharpness, and he stared at Miwako in front of him.

"But, Matsumoto Police, this is not just the pension, but also the medical expenses. Why are they only responsible for reimbursement, but all the remaining compensation is cut off?"

Pick up the second report on the table. It is an injury report for all members of the Search Section. The medical expenses claimed by each person are listed on it.

But what about the follow-up?

How many people still need dressing changes, how many people are still hospitalized, and how many people still have life-destroying fire injuries, amputation, disability and other illnesses. However, the injury report from the Metropolitan Police Department has been closed, indicating that it only pays for the cost of the surgery, subsequent hospitalization, and recuperation.

, all the cost of dressing change is paid out of pocket.

As well as compensation, there should have been injury compensation, but it no longer exists.

If Miwako hadn't been dragged over by Kousei and had investigated the situation in private with the police, she would never have known the real situation would be like this.

Such reality.

If you choose to go directly to the office of Section 1 and encourage everyone without knowing it, saying that everyone has worked hard and that the Metropolitan Police Department has many rewards, when the true rewards are announced, I am afraid that you will be targeted immediately.

"Jingjing, this is fake, right?"

She begged and said that Miwako did not dare to take the truth back and tell it to her subordinates who were searching the first section.

Mr. Gongsheng beside him said nothing.

The extent of the damage in Tokyo is a huge financial drain, and there are two organizations, the fire brigade and the rescue medical team. Both of them are real hard work, and they will also divide a sum of funds.

It is a good thing that the Metropolitan Police Department does not subsidize the Metropolitan Police Department's internal funds to the municipal governments. How can it still get funds?

Obviously, the Metropolitan Police Department needs to bear the responsibility for the casualties this time.

"Police surveillance, bonuses... At least if you work hard for a few days, there will be bonuses, right?"

There are only reports on injury reimbursement and death benefits, but no bonus reports.

Miwako's eyes were full of disappointment.

"Okay, please leave. Don't talk about this matter for now."

Reluctance to answer is tantamount to rejection.

Slapping the table, roaring, begging...

If the Shiratori Police Department behaved like this in front of him, I'm afraid they wouldn't look at him well in the first place, and Matsumoto Police Department would directly ask him out.

If Miwako were here alone, she would get the same treatment.

The problem is that the boy sitting next to her didn't say a word the whole time and just came with Miwako.

However, the thing that should not be underestimated the most is this boy. He not only has the identity of a neon police officer, but also has another identity, the son of the Suzuki Zaibatsu.

"Alert!"

Miwako didn't understand why she wanted to avoid this question.

"That's enough! Police Sato! Pay attention to your identity! Get out!"

He slammed the solid wood desk in front of him hard, making a muffled sound, and Matsumoto yelled at Miwako Sato in front of him.

The other party's entanglement at this moment cannot change the status quo at all.

This was the result of deliberation among the top brass of the Metropolitan Police Department, and it was unanimously approved. No one had any objections, including Mr. Matsumoto himself, who was at the first scene of the explosion.

You know, the one with the heaviest casualties this time was the Search Division. As the manager of the Search Division, how could he not fight for the interests of his subordinates?

However, there is no way.

Compared with the overall interests of the Metropolitan Police Department, individual interests are always the part that must be sacrificed.

Too many people have sacrificed and been injured. Even if a large amount of money is shared among hundreds of people, only a few will get it.

What's more, the medical expenses for the casualties are a bottomless pit. How many casualties there will be this time are all injuries, fires, disabilities, and lost limbs caused by the explosion.

Abandon these people ruthlessly, and a search is a search, and the remaining people can continue to live day after day.

and……

Matsumoto looked at Miwako Sato with her head bowed as she left the office.

"Silly girl, we are all colleagues at work. If you take off your skin, no one will consider your interests. You will only be betrayed by them if you do this for them."

Even if you do nothing, these people will suspect that you are pocketing their pensions and bonuses, and they will sell you out for their own benefit.

This is a job, and the human world is sophisticated but not as good as the greed for profit. Everyone comes here for the reputation of the Metropolitan Police Department and high living security.

Police Matsumoto sat down again and without explaining much, he put away the casualty pension report left by Sato Police Department and continued to pick up the documents on the desktop and read through them.

The top two documents, one is a document that Kudo Shinichi forwarded to the Criminal Prosecution Office, and the Metropolitan Police Department needs to submit Kudo Shinichi’s related case files.

The second document was a document sent by a U.S. agency, handing over the two arrested internationally wanted criminals to the U.S. side.

No signature is required, it has been signed by Chief Odagiri, and all Chief Matsumoto can do is read it through to find out about it.

…

Outside the door, Sato Miwako looked dull and her pupils were dull.
To be continued...