Shuji Tsushima, who was loved and hated by the police, left the Metropolitan Police Department in a swagger.
It wasn't until I got in the car that I started laughing, holding my stomach.
"If it's really the same prisoner that Wei Que met, I can call him and laugh at him."
"What a shame."
"Can't they see that the letter was meant to trick them?"
"As expected, they are all idiots." He suddenly complained expressionlessly, as if he wasn't the one laughing so hard just a moment ago.
Fortunately, the two people who witnessed all this were already used to the speed of his facial changes.
There was no particular reaction to this.
"So what are you going to do?" Toru Amuro asked lightly, holding the steering wheel with one hand and driving the car on a Z-shaped route.
"Of course it's to implement the justice plan and catch the bad guys~" Osamu Tsushima said confidently.
"That's a good idea, what are you going to do?" Midorikawa Mu replied with a smile.
"The first thing we have to do is... see what the police do." Tsushima Shuji touched his chin and said seriously and with a serious attitude.
"...Are you sure?" Midorikawa asked with some uncertainty.
"Very good, then we can only watch. It is impossible for the police to find the person." Compared to Midorikawa Mu's gentle attitude, Amuro Toru's attitude seemed much more arrogant and indifferent. He was full of disdain.
said.
"Don't think so, what if they successfully find the person? For example... what if they meet a kind-hearted detective or something like that and help find the character? Right?" Tsushima Shuji said with a bit of a tone.
He spoke hesitantly.
"There is a 90 percent chance that the police will find help."
"After all, as we all know, the police without detectives are completely unable to solve the case." At the end of the sentence, Tsushima Shuji was completely convinced that the police would definitely find helpers.
"Weiqiao said that the unknown prisoner's behavior made him very unhappy." Toru Amuro said after looking at his phone.
He just gloated and sent an email to laugh at Wei Que.
[I heard that the prisoner who bombed you three years ago is still alive? This time he sent a warning letter to the Metropolitan Police Department again. You can’t do it.——Bourbon]
[He is dead. I saw him being bombed to death with my own eyes. Don’t let me meet imitators.——Grouse]
"You——" Shuji Tsushima looked at the historical emails of Bourbon and Famous Birds.
"This is forcing Wei Que to kill those people." He raised his lips and said with unclear meaning.
Wei Que hated the bomber three years ago.
It's not because the other party was too arrogant in sending the warning letter. Anyway, it was the police who were intimidating, and Wei Que didn't care.
But three years ago, he was almost blown to pieces by a bomb planted by the opponent.
Even if he survived with the help of the organization's life-saving tools, he still ended up almost disfigured.
Finally, he went to find Chablis with a bloody face.
Wei Que likes his face very much, and he values his face even more than he values his sunglasses.
Even if he blew up the bomber into fireworks in the end, he still felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger.
This time I met a copycat...
All I can say is that I hope those imitators don’t fall into the hands of Vique.
Otherwise, you may die a less beautiful death.
"Isn't that guy very bored lately? I'm just trying to find something for him to do." Toru Amuro looked like he was only thinking about his good friends.
Wei Que should be touched to have a friend like him.
"Well, speaking of the team parade, the fans should all wear the uniforms of the championship team, right?" Shuji Tsushima's eyes fell on the shopping street nearby.
"You want to buy the Soul Team uniform?" Toru Amuro also took a look.
He is not very interested in football, and the jersey...in terms of his aesthetics, it doesn't look good either.
"It's not me, it's us. We all have to wear it together and blend in with the crowd!" Shuji Tsushima said loudly.
It seems like everything is disguised for success.
"Then go buy it." Midorikawa said connivingly.
Just buy a jersey.
They are not picky about the clothes they wear, just wear something. Of course, they don't feel any shame in being naked when necessary.
Shame is a useless emotion to them.
Sports goods stores already have a variety of jerseys on display.
But the most popular jersey is the Tokyo Soul jersey, a green and white horizontal striped jersey. It would be a lie to say how beautiful it is, but it is not so ugly that people can’t wear it.
And in a sense, the Soul team's jersey is quite... full of youthful atmosphere.
Shuji Tsushima bought three Soul jerseys and a baseball cap without saying a word.
I didn't try it on in the store, but took it back to the apartment.
After returning to the apartment, I tried it on.
Wearing a green and white striped jersey, he stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, looking up and down, left and right, and his brows gradually furrowed.
Although his face is still very handsome and it doesn't matter what he wears, the jersey he wears always feels inconsistent.
"You are incompatible with sports style." Toru Amuro said mockingly.
Shuji Tsushima's overall painting style is gloomy, delicate, and can even be said to be exquisite.
But the jersey, especially the fresh colors of green and white.
Completely inconsistent with Tsushima Shuji.
Not fresh at all, not energetic at all.
"You are more suitable for formal clothes such as suits and dresses. The kind of malicious and cute ones are fine, but forget it for the fresh and sporty ones..." Toru Amuro tried his best to hold back his laughter, but still couldn't.
He held back a few laughs.
Shuji Tsushima:……
He glanced at Midorikawa Mu. Although the other person did not laugh at him, his expression clearly showed that he agreed with Amuro Toru's statement.
"I can also be energetic and lively like a pure boy in junior high school." Tsushima Shuji puffed up his cheeks and complained. He closed his eyes in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, and struck a few poses.
The aura around him changed instantly.
The melancholy and morbid color disappeared from his brows.
What replaced him was an unruly, domineering youthful spirit.
Even the bandages that originally made people feel sick seemed to have become his meritorious service.
Such as injuries caused by accidents during sports, or injuries caused by fighting with others.
It has nothing to do with being sick at all.
When everyone first sees him, they will think that he is a young man with great vitality, bad temper and unruly temper.
It blends perfectly with the jersey on your body.
No one doubts whether he can play football. People just think that he can definitely play football and is definitely a football genius.
"It would be perfect if it only needs a football." He casually held a pillow and tossed it like a football with a relaxed and elegant movement.
"You should become an actor." Toru Amuro, who witnessed the transformation like a living person, commented.
It doesn't look like the same person at all.
The face is obviously the same, but the feeling is completely different.
It's almost like another personality with split personality.
Is Kaa's condition getting worse again?
This disease is quite suitable for acting, and his acting skills are inferior to those of a group of actors.
Maybe he can reach his peak right after his debut.