"Come up and have a fight?" Sato Miwako climbed onto the ring and invited.
Shizuo Komemon shook his head, "I am angry and my hands are not heavy. It would be bad if I hurt you."
Miwako Sato smiled heartily, "I say, although your strength is indeed exaggerated, isn't it too contemptuous of others?
Moreover, it is precisely because you are in a bad mood that it is even more necessary for me to help you vent your anger."
Shizuo Komemon pointed at Takagi Wataru, "What you said is ambiguous. Look at Takagi Wataru's face."
Miwako Sato turned around and looked at Takagi Shibuya's ass-red face, and asked puzzledly: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Takagi Wataru looked at Sato Miwako's clear eyes, waved his hands repeatedly, and said, "No, it's nothing."
"Weird." Miwako Sato shook her head in confusion.
Shizuo Fumimon jumped onto the ring, and Wataru Takagi helped Miwako Sato put on her armor and make safety preparations before the two began to fight back and forth in the ring.
Miwako Sato attacked without hesitation, and instead of using Judo, which she was good at, she chose karate, which she was not very good at but had a more direct attack.
Shizuo Komemon stretched out his hand to block her straight punch, grabbed her ankle when the opponent kicked her sideways, and threw her to the ground.
Miwako Sato landed on the ground to release her strength, rolled to her feet, and then rushed over again without stopping. She took full advantage of her long legs and began to use various kicking skills.
Shizuo Komemon used his arms to forcefully connect the two feet, but he didn't feel much. He even had some free time to chat with Takagi Wataru.
"Takagi Criminal Investigation, did the fire happen before the prosecutor's office came, or after they came?"
Takagi Sheba was stunned for a moment, and then replied thoughtfully: "It happened suddenly when we were preparing to hand over the case information to the police after the arrival."
"That's it." Shizuo Fumimon threw Sato Miwako out again.
I don’t know if the fire incident has anything to do with the old man. He also had a motive to do it, but given his status, he shouldn’t be someone who would use such dirty tricks, right?
But if you ask the research introduction, I am afraid that you will not hesitate to believe that the old man can do it, fight for power, and the methods will be divided into three or six. Isn't fire a common method?
It's useless to ask the old man. The other party will only let him investigate on his own and come up with evidence, or else he will shut up.
This is the education method of Gumeimen family.
So is it the Yumaga Police Department or Manager Matsumoto? But if these two people were suspected, Sato Miwako and Takagi Wataru would not have mentioned it at all just now. It seems that the two people should have alibi.
With so many things to worry about, Shizuo Komemon began to be irritable again. They say that the spirit controls the body, but the reality is that the state of the body has a far greater impact on the spirit than people imagine.
For Shizuo Komemon, thinking about something complex and easily irritating is extremely painful and difficult.
When Miwako Sato attacked again, Shizuo Furumimon was distracted, blocked the opponent's kick, and subconsciously kicked her hard in the stomach.
Then, Miwako Sato flew straight towards the wall like an arrow from the bowstring. Shizuo Furumemon was startled and hurriedly ran away to chase her. At any rate, before leaving the ring, she grabbed the opponent's feet and pulled her back.
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Miwako Sato was lying on the ground, dripping with sweat, and smiling to herself, looking very strange, "So this is how it feels to be kicked away..."
Takagi Wataru was so frightened that his hands and feet were weak at this time. He rolled onto the stage and climbed onto the ring, panicking and concerned: "Are you okay, Sato-san?"
"It's okay, I'm not a weak little girl, just calm down and it'll be fine." After finishing speaking, Miwako Sato rubbed her belly and took a breath.
"Having said that, your strength in Gumei Men's punishment is really outrageous.
It really makes people jealous. You are obviously good enough by birth, but in the end, both your brains and your strength make those who pursue you despair. God really favors you."
Although she said this, her tone was not bitter at all, her eyes and smile were very clear, and it could be seen that she was just joking, which made people not disgusted at all.
Shizuo Komemon laughed at himself, "This may not be a good thing. My strange power will not only hurt others, but also hurt myself. You should be more envious of my mind. Although apart from taking exams, I am actually not good at anything.
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"Hmm, it's really a standard speech from a talented guy." Miwako Sato climbed up and asked, "Do you want to continue? Are you in a better mood?"
Shizuo Komemon refused: "Thank you, but forget it, otherwise I will hurt you again."
Sato Miwako looked at him steadily, and then said: "I now believe what you said before."
"What?"
"You hate violence."
"Really."
"However, I feel that what you hate is not the violence itself, but that it is uncontrolled. If you consciously guide the release of violence and slowly control it, it may be much better."
"So, you came here specifically to help me vent my feelings today? No wonder you didn't use judo..."
It suddenly dawned on Shizuo Komemon that although the opponent's use of judo would produce similar results, it would easily add fuel to the fire and make people more irritated. After all, this thing is more cumbersome than karate.
Normally, the two of them would occasionally spar, usually when he was under normal circumstances, unlike today, when he was emotionally unstable and in high-risk moments where adrenaline was causing chaos.
Miwako Sato wants to improve her fighting skills, so whenever she has free time, she will look for him.
Shizuo Komemon also likes fighting, and often hangs out in the training room, just to pass the time.
Over time, Sato Miwako became the person he was most familiar with in the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Absolutely. You've been in a bad mood lately. Yumi said, I'll help you vent it in advance to prevent the negative emotions from accumulating. Maybe you won't lose control.
This will also prevent the whole search class from suffering. I think what she said makes sense, it is still a lot worse to hit the sandbags alone."
Takagi Wataru immediately covered his head, it was that Yumi guy again...
"That's it."
Shizuo Komemon nodded. It made sense. He was regarded as a dangerous containment object, or the steam valve needed to release the pressure in time, otherwise it would explode.
My guess is not wrong. If you lose control of your emotions, your power will be out of control. If you control your emotions, you can control your power.
However, with his special physique, this kind of thing is easy to say but very difficult to do. And with Sato Miwako's strength, it is still difficult for him to vent his joy.
"Besides, I think you are a nice person. If I can help you, that would be great." Sato Miwako said with a sincere smile.
Ah, this dazzling smile, Shizuo Komemon looked at the other party's bright eyes and smiled, "You are still the first."
"What?"
"In this world, you are the first person to say that I am a good person."
"Then it seems like you need to interact with more people."
"No, there are actually not that many people with bad eyesight."
"Huh?" Sato Miwako tilted her head in confusion, but she didn't hesitate. She turned to look at Takagi Wataru, "Takagi Criminal, I'll go down and rest for a while. You come to vent with Gu Meimen Criminal?"
"Ah?!" Takagi Wataru was stunned for a moment.
But Miwako Sato couldn't help but put the protective equipment on him and put on the helmet.
"Come on, the ability to resist beatings is also a very important indicator. The more you sweat, the better you can deal with criminals. I believe you can do it."
"Hi! I got it!"
Takagi Wataru looked like he was ready to die heroically, looking at the big devil Gu Meimon Shizuo in front of him, "I'm going to do it!"
"good."
boom--
Takagi Wataru felt like the world was spinning, his whole body was falling apart, and every part of his body was in terrible pain. The conversation between Miwako Sato and Shizuo Komemon could be heard in his ears.
"Are you out of control again?"
"No, it's about the same strength as when I fought you just now."
"Then why is it that Takagi Criminal can't get up after being hit?"
"..."
Shizuo Komemon looked at his fists suspiciously. Could it be that his strength has increased again?
That night, Shizuo Komemon entertained a guest, and the whole search class went out to have a big meal.
Because I worked all night on this case, and ended up finding nothing, and it was taken over by someone else. In the end, I was judged as a waste, and everyone needed to vent.
On the other side, Komemon Kensuke threw the document away with a leisurely and proud smile, "It's too simple, a breeze, this kind of case."
The murder case of President Seba is about to go to trial.
