While sighing, the second police officer noticed through the inconspicuous reflection of the huge surveillance screen that the door of the surveillance room seemed to be open, illuminating a long doorway, so he turned his head to look.
The door to the surveillance room was open, and a young police officer of about twenty-three or twenty-four stood in the doorway, quietly listening to the exclamations of the police officer on duty, his face a wonderful color, a colorful black.
One moment red with black, the other blue with black, the other purple with black, like an overturned color palette, wonderful.
This is a kind of normal people can hardly have a complex expression, like swallowing hot dog shit, or overnight overtime work for three or four days, but the boss is still shy face haha shoulder patting said 'overtime pay and so on does not matter, by the way, the recent economic situation is not good, the salary should be reduced some' and so on the bullshit.
His face was so ugly that the second police officer winced, almost instinctively slammed his coffee down on the table, and immediately stood up, "Mr. Inuo!"
Why did Mr. Inuo's face look so ugly?
It didn't take much thinking for the police officers who had caught wind of the situation to make a guess: Inuo was probably a 'rejectionist'.
He refused to let that sunny Savior join the police.
That's why his face looked so ugly when he heard them quietly expressing their admiration for the new cadet in a tone of admiration.
The second officer opened his mouth and tried to give a pale and feeble defense, "You, you listen to my explanation, Mr. Detective, that police cadet is really scary!"
"He didn't get a night's rest and traveled all over Tokyo, is he really so kind for his classmates? It must be a false pretense!"
As he said this, his conscience was aching, and his speech was a little broken.
"Yes, yes," the other police officers, who had realized that something was wrong, quickly agreed, "and the pursuing police had never seen his face, and many of them were knocked unconscious, so he might have been a criminal during his days of hiding!"
"How can such a criminal enter the police force? He should be discharged!"
These words are quite righteous.
If the police officer had not hesitated to speak again and again, and had spoken in a broken, somewhat weak tone, clearly unable to listen to himself, disapproving of his own serious slander, he would have been even more righteously spoken.
The third police officer opened his mouth and could only manage to utter an echoing, "Yeah, yeah."
They looked at the young officer expectantly, "Detective Inuo,"
''Look, we've slandered savior-san so vigorously, we're on the same side as you, can you not retaliate against us?''
The three officers were about to burst into tears.
In the midst of their tears, there was a subtle hint that they didn't even realize: 'Even someone like Savior-san is being targeted because of some unnecessary factional fighting, and with such a low salary and low detection rate, it seems that the police nowadays, it seems that'.
The words that follow are the negative thoughts that must not be revealed, but will be severely punished if the police hierarchy finds out about it.
Inuo:"..."
He used his expression to adjust the color for a while longer, not even just a palette-type color adjustment, but an iron pot set over the fire, baked by the fire to produce an even darkness.
"...There's no need to be so afraid," he slowed down and reluctantly spoke, "Kujō-san's excellence is there for all to see, he's a very good man with plenty of love and care for his fellow man, and a very good sense of morality, ahem,"
Because he couldn't go on, he could only hastily conclude, "'Savior' is such an apt description."
As with the three police officers' insults of Ichijō Mirai, Inuo pauses and grits his teeth before spitting out the compliment with more difficulty than a dog spitting out ivory.
With each sentence, Inuo's conscience was put to the test.
When he finished speaking, he couldn't help but stare at the three police officers: Even I, who had secretly sworn to be loyal to you since I was a child, had such a hard time saying things that weren't true, but these pure police officers were able to fluently change all sorts of adjectives and praise them, it was really scary.
The dogs are shaking their heads.
Even if they don't know the truth.
"I'm here to inform you to keep an eye on the locator," Inuo said, changing the subject, he looked serious, "the police can't do anything about Messiah for the moment, so don't just keep an eye on his location, but keep an eye on the location of the other cadets to see if there's anything out of the ordinary about them."
"Just now, a police cadet infiltrated a police search party and fought with the police."
It was a cadet named 'Date Wataru'.
The police sent some of their men out to search the area, but he blended in so smoothly that the other police mistook him for a plainclothes teammate on a stakeout in the neighborhood, and it wasn't until the search was over and they retreated together, reporting to their superiors that their team hadn't found any traces but hadn't been attacked that they realized that the numbers weren't right.
This is one of the drawbacks of overstaffing, as some operations are staffed by officers from different departments who don't know each other well and can't recognize when there's a mix-up.
Three officers: "?"
Huh?
Inuo calmly said, "If Date Wataru attacked a police officer and changed his uniform, he might even follow him back to the station."
So, "Pay close attention to the location of the locator, report back every three hours, and the search team will check the location of the locator closest to them."
"By the way," he thought and added, "if you can, try to pay attention to the locator's movement speed changes, to see if there are any locators that exceed the normal walking speed of human beings."
"There are police cadets who temporarily place cell phones on some domestic pets, such as cats, and search teams have seen cats in trees carrying a cell phone."
Three officers: "??"
Putting, giving a locator cell phone to a pet...what a genius idea.
Inuo scanned the expressions on their faces, paused for a few moments, and added a privately discovered piece of information, "If you can, try to keep an eye on the movements, and see if any police cadets who were fleeing aimlessly without a locator overlap suddenly move with pinpoint accuracy of purpose and head somewhere to land and rest."
"That's not their level."
"I suspect they're being helped, that Messiah is somehow finding them and guiding them through the air."
"Don't worry, it's not an increase in work," he said, "I'll be sending extra people to the monitoring room as of today."
"And that includes me."
Ichijō Mirai was helping the cadets.
Inuo didn't know why, but he did know that it wasn't because of the so-called 'Ah, Savior-san is like the sun, so kind and bright that you can worship him'.
It had nothing to do with Ichijō Mirai.
Since Ichijō Mirai wanted to help the police cadets, Inuo made sure that the cadets needed Ichijō Mirai's help as much as possible.
But...
Inuo turned to his side and rubbed the cell phone of the organization in his pocket without moving.
It's just that Ichijō Mirai hasn't contacted him in a long time, as if he's never looked at him seriously, and has completely forgotten about his existence.