I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Police Department, the approximate location of the prisoner has been known, and he is currently escaping towards the suburbs."

Officer Mumu got up from his chair with a serious expression. He looked at the police officer who reported to him and asked, "Go to the police station over there to take care of the evacuation. This time the fugitive is not that simple."

When he recalled the fugitive’s message, it was also a headache:

Ryuaki Riura, forty-three years old, was an architect with not a small reputation.

If he lives well, not to mention the glory and wealth, but the money is definitely not that short.

But this man is a good drinker and a good gambler. In these two points, he is similar to the Moori Kogoro who loves and hates Police Officer Megumi.

But this person is playing big, either he doesn't gamble, or he gambles a lot.

This is personal freedom, and no one wants to care about him.

What is troublesome is that this person has a bad temper. After drinking, he has a worse temper, and he often works with others.

Once during a social gathering, I drank too much and started a fight with a client, and the client broke the contract on the spot.

With the lessons learned, many people in the industry no longer look for him.

Because of his bad temper, his wife and children also ran away. He was the only one at home.

I don't usually go out, and a person may go wrong mentally after staying for a long time.

When this guy drank too much, he thought about the last time he had a fight with the customer, and became more and more angry.

Unfortunately, the idol of this product is that Moriya Teji.

So he made a few home-made bombs using the chemistry knowledge he had learned before and went to avenge others.

He directly planted a bomb in someone's home, and as a result, they went out to eat and was not at home at that time.

The house was blown up, and people were fine.

This product was very dissatisfied, and finally he found a customer in a place where the customer used to go.

I didn't care about the occasion, and directly threw the bomb into the pile.

The client was seriously injured by the bombing. Until now, the client is still lying in the hospital.

The police later caught him sleeping soundly in an alley and threw him into prison.

As a result, this guy relied on being an architect and understood the structure of the building. Three months after he was in prison, he blasted a small hole in the corner of the prison and escaped.

Until now, the warden did not know how this stuff did it.

Say he is smart, he is indeed smart, but he doesn't need to be in a good place.

After escaping, the police naturally pursued vigorously, which is also normal.

Later, he was found in his home, and the police discovered that there was a secret safe in this cargo's home.

Judging from the traces left, it may be the chemicals used to make the bomb.

The police immediately issued a message to the public to try not to go out.

The reason for the absence of forced evacuation and city-wide announcements is also because it is still uncertain about the direction and specific location of Ryuaki Ripu’s escape.

It is not impossible to force those who participated in the event to leave, but the organizers of the event do not agree.

The local system in Japan is a bit like that of the old and the United States, and capitalists have more rights than low-level officials like them.

Thinking of this, Officer Mumu felt that his head was a little big, and he whispered inwardly: "When can this ghost system change?"

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about these unrealistic things, and continued to give orders: "Intensify the search and try to force him to the uninhabited mountain area."

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the police officer turned around and left, but it didn't take long before he ran back and said in a flustered expression, "Police, we saw a fugitive near Dorobica Paradise."

"I remember what fireworks display was going on there?"

Officer Mumu changed his color suddenly, and hurriedly asked, "Have you notified the garden?"

"Already notified and evacuated them, but they didn't seem to care."

Hearing these words, Officer Mumu suddenly became angry, his fist fell fiercely on the table, making a dull noise, and cursed: "Damn! Are these businessmen paying no attention to money and life?"

"Notify the police officers who are now closer to the park to approach the park quickly, and let rescuers be prepared at all times.

This is the end of the matter, and no amount of scolding has any effect.

Officer Mumu went out, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Detective Sato, I remember you and Officer Takagi..."

…

At the ramen stall near the park

Miwako swept away her former boldness, and her ramen noodles were very elegant.

Takagi sat beside her with a formal expression, eating noodles in small bites, just like a shy girl.

The two did not talk or talk, but they were more likely to be shy.

Even the uncle at the ramen stall can see that the relationship between the two is unusual.

"Young man, you can't chase girls like this!"

While doing his own thing, the uncle said to Takagi, "You have to take the initiative to chase girls. When can you chase Miwako like you."

"Uncle!"

Meihezi put down her chopsticks with a snap, and threatened, "I won't come after you talk nonsense!"

"You girl is still in a hurry, if you don't come, where can you eat such delicious ramen?"

The uncle smiled and took back the empty bowl in front of Meihezi, and said, "So are you. If you like others, just say it straight, what are you doing with the shelf all the time."

Meihezi often comes to him to eat noodles, and the two are quite familiar.

In the past, it wasn't the slurping of noodles, but this is the first time he has seen this way of eating noodles today.

He didn't believe it if there was no story. He thought he was also a wandering son who had been among the thousands of flowers back then.

"Uncle! Who would like him?"

Miwako seemed to be guessing the main thing, and hurriedly explained.

The uncle smiled and shook his head, and stopped talking.

Let Xiaoyoung take care of his own affairs. He will have to settle down earlier and go back to accompany his wife.

The prodigal son no longer has the style of the past.

The uncle sighed so.

"Tingling bell~"

A ringing of telephone broke the harmonious atmosphere on the court.

Miwako took out the phone, and her face suddenly changed when she saw that it was the phone number of Officer Megome.

"Police Department, this is Sato."

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Miwako nodded, "Yes, Officer Takagi and I are near the paradise."

"What? Is Yuan Fang's brain blocked by shit?"

Miwako knew that it was not the time to be angry. After listening to Officer Megumi's order, she hurriedly responded, "I will start action with Officer Takagi!"

After hanging up the phone, Miwako looked at Takagi with a serious expression: "Officer Takagi, there is a fugitive near the paradise. The situation is critical. I won't explain it much. Let's leave now!"

"Yes!"

Takagi immediately got up from the chair, smiled bitterly in his heart, "Why is this again?"

Before he recovered from the autistic state, Miwako directly dragged him to Paradise.

"These two people are really busy."

The uncle smiled and put away Takagi's bowl, and complained, "I haven't finished the noodles. It's a waste."

Suddenly, the uncle realized something, his smile disappeared instantly, blinked, and said, "They don't seem to have paid for it!"

However, the uncle did not struggle for a long time, the next second he put a smile on his face again.

"Forget it, just treat them both."

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