"So... what exactly happened?" Miyamoto Yumi looked at the chaotic scene in disbelief, "You just intercepted a guy racing, how did you make it look like a Gomera invasion?"
Miwako Sato turned her head and glanced at Shizuo Fumikado, who was pretending not to hear and holding on to the railing to look at the scenery, "Yumi, thank you so much for looking up to me so highly."
"What?" Miyamoto Yumi didn't understand.
"Do you know what I was thinking when I saw the Gumeimen criminal using the huge highway sign as a weapon and cutting off the roof of the car with one blow?"
"have no idea."
"It's really because of Gu Meimen's mercy that I can survive to this day. Before, you actually suggested that I accompany him to practice fighting and help him vent his emotions..."
"..." Miyamoto Yumi's face twitched, "Uh... how do I know that the violence you are talking about is this level of violence? I'm sorry, it's beyond my imagination."
"Yeah...it's beyond my imagination." Miwako Sato sighed. She thought that it was a strange force that knocked her away, but she didn't expect that her loss of control at that time was actually very mild.
"If people like this go to construction sites, crane workers will lose their jobs, right?" Yumi Miyamoto also lamented.
"???"
Miwako Sato had a question mark on her face, and Shizuo Furumon, who had his back to the two of them, also shook his hands, and there were five more fingerprints on the railing.
Although Miyamoto Yumi was talking nonsense, Miike Naeko beside her had already led people to handle the scene seriously.
After they finished their work and left behind the unconscious and trembling racing gang, Shizuo Komemon turned around and asked: "Sato Criminal, are you going back next?"
As a result, Sato Miwako tilted her head and smiled: "No, we are already here, how can we not continue? Continue towards Fuyuna Mountain!"
"I have no problem. I slept almost all day. Can you still bear it?"
"So, please drive now and wake me up when you get to Mount Fuyana." Sato Miwako walked to the car door and said, "Okay, let's go."
The two continued on the road. Sato Miwako sat in the passenger seat, found a more comfortable position and half-lyed, and said while preparing to sleep:
"Don't worry, the Public Transport Department will help reimburse the damage this time. We are here to help anyway."
"Oh... that's good." Shizuo Komemon replied a little dryly.
"So, why is it that a young man from a wealthy family like you is short of money?" Miwako Sato asked strangely, "You have written songs for a popular idol singer like Okino Yoko before, so no matter what, you should not
Is it to this point?"
Shizuo Komemon said helplessly: "With the speed at which I damage various facilities, how much money do you think I can make to pay the compensation?
Even though I am now working in the Metropolitan Police Department, some parts of it will be reimbursed, and the monthly salary has never stayed in my account for more than a day.
Because I was banned by the old man, I could no longer continue writing songs to make money. Although I still received some copyright income from the songs I published in the early years, they were becoming less and less.
If you want family support, you must obey the old man's arrangements..."
In order to solve the economic problem, Shizuo Komemon had paid attention to the Dusk Annex before, but he didn't know where this place was.
It can't be found through normal channels.
He asked Hattori, the butler who could do anything but give birth to children, and both the old man and Kensuke reacted immediately. The two of them had the same rare opinion and sternly warned him not to inquire about that place.
When asked again, he seemed to be cryptic.
"Have you ever thought about reconciling with your family?"
"We can't reach a consensus at all. The family's attitude has always been very clear, that is, they want me to become a prosecutor and inherit the old man's career.
But...can you imagine someone like me being a prosecutor?
It took a lot of effort to persuade the old man to change the agreed prosecutor's office to the Metropolitan Police Department, and we need to get used to it for a few years and then see."
There is also the matter that he will leave sooner or later, and that Kensuke should be the sole heir of the Gumei family. He is just an outsider, so there is no way to say that.
Sato Miwako thought about it carefully. Indeed, prosecutors have always been the elite among the elite. It is really hard to imagine a prosecutor who can go berserk at any time.
"Then you were planning to resign before? If you stay at the Metropolitan Police Department, you still have a salary and can be reimbursed. Do you really want to go to the construction site like Yumi said?"
"..." Shizuo Komemon was speechless. His mind has been in a blur these past two days, and he didn't have time to think so comprehensively. "Actually... I can still collect debts."
Sato Miwako thought he was joking and laughed, "It's a good idea."
As the two of them talked, Miwako Sato gradually fell into sleep, and Shizuo Furumon held the steering wheel and drove quietly on the empty highway.
…
When he returned to the Metropolitan Police Department the next day, as soon as he stepped through the door of the office, Shizuo Komemon was stared at by dozens of people in the room.
Shiratori Rensaburo walked over with a serious face, and a large group of people followed him consciously and gathered around him - including Takagi Wataru, who also had a solemn face.
"Where did you go last night?"
Listening to this familiar question, Komemon Shizuo secretly thought, could he be a suspect again?
"Gunma Prefecture."
"Just the two of you? Is there anyone else with you?"
"No."
"You guys went all night and came back this morning?"
"That's true."
"Asshole!!!" Shiratori Rensaburo burst out unexpectedly, grabbed Gumemon Shizuo's collar, and asked angrily: "What on earth did you do? How far did you go?"
Shizuo Komemon ripped off his hand, "Tell me first what happened, Takagi Criminal, is there another case, Sato Criminal and I became suspects?"
"No." Takagi Wataru shook his head, still sullen.
"The biggest thing is that the two of you spent one night alone!" Everyone said angrily in unison.
"What's wrong with you?" Shizuo Komemon moved his wrist and glanced around, "If you want to take revenge for what happened last year, just come here. There is no need to find any additional reasons."
There was a sudden burst of cold sweat on everyone's faces, and they all calmed down a lot.
"Ahem, um, we just want a definite answer, not a provocation." Takagi Wataru quickly smoothed things over.
"Sato Criminal asked me not to say anything, so you don't have to ask." Shizuo Komemon refused.
"!!!"
This time things were going crazy, the crowd was furious, and everyone began to quarrel, but they still managed to maintain some sense and did not attempt to attack Shizuo Komemon.
Shizuo Komemon frowned as he listened to the content of their argument, and finally understood why they were so excited.