On the beautiful spring island of Japan, the news that His Excellency the Chief Cabinet Secretary is about to visit in person has set off a small whirlwind inside the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office. The network operator of the terminal room named "ume" on the eighth floor underground, known as the "flower of the investigation office" Naomi Asada was specially designated to accompany the head of the investigation room and the director of the Computer Information Department to welcome the arrival of the official minister. This is not a strange request. Because her smile is sweet and it is easy to win the favor of older men, Ms. Asada often attends the ceremony. Sexual meetings are a trump card in the investigation office’s external reception.
Early in the morning, Naomi Asada carefully put on light makeup, clocked in, and went to the lobby on the first floor of the Japan Police Department headquarters building at No. 11 Kasumigaseki 2-chome, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan, waiting for her immediate boss to appear. At eight o'clock Just a moment later, two middle-aged men wearing navy blue suits appeared at the door. The slightly taller and bald one was the director of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office, Yi Cunmu Zhongcheng, and the shorter and fatter one was the director of the Computer Information Department, Qi. Bu Liang, "Good morning, room manager, director," Naomi immediately bowed to greet her.
"Good morning, Miss Asada," Ichimu smiled and waved, while Shichibu looked worried and raised his fingers in a scrawled manner as a return gift. The two men did not return to the intelligence investigation office in the basement, but stood in the hall. Waiting for the arrival of the Chief Cabinet Secretary, the civil servants working in the Metropolitan Police Department filed past them. Most of them did not know the leadership of this mysterious department. Although it was located in a building, many people did not know about the underground building at all. To them, the three special elevators with negative scales located on the easternmost side of the hall are just one of the many weird and inexplicable facilities in the metropolis of Tokyo. No one wants to pay attention to who enters and exits those three elevator doors. Some people.
The clock pointed to nine o'clock, and three black electric Crown cars parked quietly at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department building. The first person to get out of the car was the head of the Metropolitan Police Department and the manager of this building, the Inspector General of Police. He diligently opened the door At the door of the next car, his immediate boss, the Commissioner of the Japanese Police Agency, stepped out of the car. Riding in the second Crown car with him was the Chief Cabinet Secretary of Japan, the most important staff member of the Japanese Cabinet after the Prime Minister. The three senior officials came together. They gathered around the third black car and helped the passengers open the door.
Naomi Asada couldn't help but hold her breath. What kind of person should be surrounded by such powerful officials? The flower in the investigation room began to guess quickly, and one name after another flashed through her mind, but a few Seconds later, a group of big shots walked into the automatic glass door talking and laughing. Surrounded in the center of the crowd was a completely unfamiliar face, at least a face that had never appeared on a TV show.
Yishunmu Zhongzhong greeted him with a smile on his face. Shichibu Ryo slowed down and was half a body behind his boss. Asada Naomi followed Shichibu naturally, posing in the right manner that she had contacted in front of the mirror thousands of times. Smile, in fact, half of the smile on her face at this moment is sincere. The strange big man in the crowd is a stunning young man with a model-like figure wrapped in a tailor-made striped suit. , a bright red Italian silk tie tied under the collar of a clean white shirt. This color scheme is often called vulgar in workplace culture, but at this time, it highlights the person's extraordinaryness; a shoulder-length blond hair, lake With his blue eyes and tall nose, this foreigner who talks and laughs with ease looks like a real Hollywood star, but what comes out of his clear-cut lips is extremely proficient Japanese, and he uses honorifics superbly and expresses accurately. In order to respect the master, he also properly distinguished the subtle differences in status between several senior officials, which made Naomi, a native Tokyoite, feel ashamed.
After a long and polite greeting full of Japanese characteristics, the group took the elevator down to the reception room of the Cabinet Intelligence and Investigation Room on the third underground floor. They sat in rows according to their status. The official chief introduced: "This is the special commissioner of GTC, Devereux." Sir, I was specially assigned by Dr. Mark Thompson, an old friend of the Japanese government, to inspect the operation of the terminals of the National Police Agency and the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office, to help solve technical problems, and to work together for the cause of counter-terrorism."
"Don't take it seriously, Your Excellency, Chief Cabinet Secretary," the young European smiled, "I will be received by these hospitable gentlemen and ladies from now on. Thank you for your company."
A few minutes later, the Chief of the Police Agency and the Chief Cabinet Secretary left the building after repeatedly confessing. The Police Chief seemed to want to stay a little longer, but as the top chief of the Tokyo Regional Police Department, he had no real interest in the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office. Jurisdiction, so after ten minutes of dilly-dallying, he had to leave the reception room angrily under the gaze of someone with a wooden smile hiding a knife.
At this time, except for the director of the investigation room, Tadashi Ichiki, the head of the Computer Information Department, Ryo Shichibu, and Naomi, who was in charge of pouring drinks, the rest of the people in the room were senior personnel of the investigation room, including the deputy deputy of the investigation room who had just returned from Europe. As soon as the room chief, Ike Taro, the captain of the special team in charge of overseas operations, and the big shots left, the atmosphere in the room immediately became strange. Naomi felt this change keenly, silently brewing black tea without saying a word. Although there was still a circle of people chatting around the GTC special correspondent from Europe, a few people led by Yishunmu and Qibu kept pushing out Kiike Taro, as if they wanted to drive the deputy director out of the reception room, with gray hair. , the deputy chief, who was wearing a blue jacket that is now almost extinct on the streets, dealt with it expressionlessly and refused to leave.
The word factional struggle is very common in the workplace. From the perspective of Investigation Room Flower, as long as you pay more attention and choose the right camp of the winner, factional struggle can be regarded as a good means of rapid promotion. A few days ago, I was in "Mei" with her. A woman in the terminal computer room suddenly stopped showing up at her workstation. Legend has it that she was appreciated by the head of the room and was able to work in the computer room on a lower level. Each time she dropped one level, her job grade and salary increased proportionally. , which makes Naomi, who has been working on the eighth underground floor for two years after joining the company, very jealous.
Thinking of this, she decided to express her attitude in front of the room chief. She carried a tray and began to distribute the freshly brewed black tea to the people present. "Thank you," the blond commissioner took the tea cup and saucer and returned the favor with an impeccable expression. The bright smile made Naomi's heart sway. What also confused her was the corsage on the left chest of this mysterious man. It looked like a silver cross entwined with thorns. She had never seen anything like that. Cross,,, have never seen such a smile.
When walking to Iketaro Deki, Asada Naomi pretended to stumble, "Oh," she exclaimed softly, spilling half a cup of scalding black tea on the deputy director's blue coat, " Bastard, what are you doing?" Ike Taro immediately stood up, took off his steaming coat and cursed angrily.
"I'm sorry, deputy director..." The flower in the investigation room took a second to brew a few tears, and she hung on the edge of her eyes with a weeping cry. She hurriedly knelt down and wiped them: "I'll wipe them for you right now. I'm really sorry,"
Iketaro stared at him deeply, and his old but powerful eyes made Naomi look away, "No need," the gray-haired deputy director threw his coat on his shoulders, "Take us There must be an explanation for the recall from Europe in the end. Hasegawa Bensaka is the target I have been pursuing for many years. Even the head of the office does not have the right to suspend the operations of the Rangers. I will write this in the report to the Chief Cabinet Secretary. Clearly,,,we have got some tangible clues...forget it, Suzuki, Takahashi, Kikuchi, let's go,"
The middle-level leaders whose names were called by him stood up and followed Demuike Taro's footsteps out of the reception room without looking back. The door closed with a click and the head of the room smiled: "Very good, very good. "
"Is she...," the young commissioner named Devoru made a strange gesture. Shichibu Ryo, who was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, quickly shook his head: "No, no, she is not. Miss Asada is just a very special person." Just dedicated investigation office staff,"
Yinchunmu coughed: "Ahem, um, Miss Asada, we are going to start a highly confidential conversation. If possible, please stay away for a while. In addition, please wait at the door and don't let anyone come in to disturb you. We, what you did today, we will remember,"
"Of course, Chief," Naomi Asada showed a sweet smile and bowed deeply, "If you have any instructions, please call me at any time, I will not go far," she said under the commissioner's approving gaze. Zhong bowed his head and slowly exited the reception room, closed the door firmly, then sat down on the ground with a plop and let out a long breath.
"Kyoko Hase, just wash your neck and wait. It won't be long before I surpass you..." The flower in the investigation room muttered the names of her promoted colleagues happily, took out a small mirror to touch up her makeup, and the room's The sound insulation effect was very good. Although the outline of the speaker could be vaguely seen through the blinds, even if she put her ear against the door, she could not hear the words. Naomi eavesdropped for a while and found that she could not collect any information at all. I leaned against the wall and took out my mobile phone to kill time, while waiting for the room manager's call. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a click. The door on the other side of the reception room opened and closed. A figure walked in sideways, without being able to look. Clear your face.
"Who is that?" Naomi's keen sense of the workplace told her that that person was a very important person. She thought about it again and decided to take another small risk. Since she had decided to choose the camp of the room manager, she had to figure out what her side was. Strength is still necessary. Besides, it is just a harmless accident. I believe it will not affect my image in the minds of leaders.
After carefully repairing her lip line and arranging her bun, Naomi Asada, the flower of the investigation room, took a deep breath, turned the handle and pushed open the door to the reception room, "I'm sorry, chief, I'm here to report..."
This is her last image and last words left in the world,