By the time I arrived in front of the station, it was past 1: 00 p.m.
Arrived a little later than planned, but not late.
Because Sugitani did not specify the meeting time in detail.
'I want you to wait in front of the station for now. I think I'll see you around noon.'
And he sent me some kind of messy instruction.
I'm in trouble if you don't decide on a more specific place or time, but I gave it back.
'I'm sorry. The pattern of the profession, when and where I am, is determined to blur and tell. Be sure to find it here and speak up'
and.
You're a spy who made me look like an officer.
I guess he's just someone who's always on the line of criticism, and he's vigilant.
If that's the case, I followed the instructions very carefully.
"... so what am I supposed to do"
Just sit on the bench next to the bus stop and look around.
Commercial facilities integrated with dewstores handling imported groceries on the front, intersections on the east and stations on the west.
The family and the young couple are walking rough, but I don't see anyone who looks like Mr. Sugitani.
Maybe he hasn't arrived at the station yet.
I guess I came a little too soon, and I took out my smartphone, and I got slapped in the shoulder with a tongue from behind.
Give me a minute? and turned around with an example dandy face on his head, it was a bingo.
"I've been waiting a while."
This is my current employer, Mr. Sugitani.
Apparently today he's impersonating a businessman, not a police officer.
He fastens a blue tie to a grey suit and has a paperwork bag on his left.
"Wow, I had no idea. How long have you been there?"
Honestly praising him, the seemingly good-looking public safety investigator laughed in the light.
"I wasn't killing the signs. Originally with a weak presence."
He's humble with his mouth, but he's not even sloppy. I can see my voice playing.
... what do you do when the old men have a good vibe with each other?
I was like, "Do you want to go into the store somewhere?" I tried to offer.
"Yeah.... actually, I've already made up my mind. Look, there's gonna be a cafe over there."
Sugitani-san's fingers are handed over a sober cafe.
Probably privately owned, the faded sign said "Tanida Coffee".
"When I get here, it's a store I make sure to stop by. Let's go."
I rush after Stasta and his back, walking out without waiting for a reply.
"Are you a regular? It's a delicious place."
"No, the taste is normal."
"... so you think it's cheap"
"The price isn't that friendly."
"Then why are you getting along like that?"
For a moment, I didn't miss Sugitani's eyes emitting a sharp light.
"I'll tell you when I get in"
Is there something in that store? Surprised, but progressing on his feet.
Sugitani's stride is huge, so if she doesn't walk early consciously, she's going to be left behind.
"You know the master here."
Really? We arrived in front of the entrance while we were hammering each other.
Black painted wooden door with gold knob. slightly leaking BGM. The atmosphere is not bad.
"Let's put it in the back seat. I'm almost always available."
Mr. Sugitani has a mild grin, but he also has an air to say about the state of battle.
Apparently, there's a connection to this store.
Stand back and watch the door open as it emits a stuck aura.
It's going to tingle up all the way over here.
Why are you so nervous just walking into a coffee shop and letting yourself slip into the store in a strange mood?
Chillin 'Chillin', and a bell rings to let you know you're coming into the store.
Apparently, a bell was attached to the top of the door.
"Welcome"
My little old lady greets me with a smile.
I look around seventy, but is this guy the shopkeeper?
"Oh, thank you."
When we lowered our heads, we headed to the back of the store.
(The interior is very elaborate)
Is this what you call an antique tone? At first glance, I get the impression that the product seems pretty good.
Well, I'm not sure what the antique is.
It feels more like centuries have gone by than the other world I was in. Is it the European style in front of the industrial revolution?
Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and there are a number of plates on the wall that look expensive.
And countless flowers in a bowl where I was put wondering if this was still possible.
The chairs and tables are made of wood and well polished.
The music on is a classic with no lyrics (so I don't have to worry about being laughed at for my language comprehension skills).
Calm, airy, hobby shop.
I don't know extra where in this store Sugitani has the elements to unleash the pressure.
Actually, did you go out with that granny store owner when you were younger?
Sit down. Sit down.
That's how being rude stopped Sugitani from moving perfectly.
It's a corner seat, away from the toilet and the counter.
"It's time you told me. Why is this your favorite place?"
Sitting back in the chair, twitching.
I meant casual public discourse, but Sugitani's eyes aren't laughing at all. Move your gaze quickly, left and right, and you look like you're exploring what's going on around you.
There are no customers but us.
The clerk is not on his side either.
He's going to tell me a bad story if he asks.
"This store is under my surveillance."
"To"
"The masters here are all fighting generations. In college, I made a name for myself as an extremist fighter.... dawning in left-wing activities that were half as close to terrorism, she didn't get a decent job because of it. So after I dropped out of college, I was supposed to open this cafe with the guy I was dating at the time."
Speaking of which, my father has asked me before.
A long time ago, when I spoke of the master of coffee shops, I imagined a bunch of generations that I yanked when I was younger.
"Is that sweet old lady terrorism?"
"People don't look like it. Yeah, I see, he's the dangerous person who spent the majority of his twenties creating flame bottles. I've surrounded cops with my people and committed assaults. I've been in prison for about three years."
We will continue surveillance until she dies, Sugitani muttered quietly.
"It's not supposed to be a good topic to talk about in the store, but fortunately that guy is largely deaf. Her hearing has been grasped. If this tone at this distance, you must not have heard anything.... and music."
Mr. Neutral asks for a voice as big as this, and he pushes me just in case.
"... I mean, that's it. Mr. Sugitani wants to talk to me about his work and keep an eye on him."
"That's right. Because it's two birds a stone."
"What if the owner shows suspicious movement"
"I will shoot you."
Affirmed.
There was nothing lost in the tone.
"Well, I don't think it's possible. She's old, too. You don't have the strength to run around."
"So this is how you keep sticking around."
"Because even if you can't move on your own, you could educate someone about your ideas. This is what the old extremists take, and this is the scariest part. It's out of hand when they brainwash their children and grandchildren."
"I see."
"This is how we need to look beyond knowing when this store will be a training ground for far-left terrorists. Well. I'm going to order a drink. Would you like some coffee?
"Ah, yes.... is bad if you let Sugitani stand. I'll do it. I'm younger."
"No, not at all. Or let me do it. Because I want an excuse to talk to the store owner."
"An excuse?"
"While ordering a drink, I'd rather see how it goes. If you look into your eyes, you can explore your mental state."
If that's the case, I snort reluctantly.
It's a chance for Sugitani to approach the criminal reserve with dignity, and I guess it's necessary.
"Then please."
When I lowered my head gently, Mr. Sugitani took a quick seat.
I'm just impressed that public safety is busy.
Maybe I'll have more work to do too when I'm about to be made to do this.
Maybe I'll spend less time with Angelica and the others.
Because I dedicated my teens and twenties to adventure, I became a rare human being.
If I get enough money to live, I want to make sure I have more free time.
Can I talk to you there?
Blurry and thoughtful as you look at the menu table on the table.
Organic salad with seafood pasta. Homemade bacon sandwich.
The menu devised by the former terrorists accurately blew up the appetite center for me.
Anyway, I haven't had lunch yet, and I'm starving more and more as I watch.
... I wonder if we can discuss it while eating.
But if Mr. Sugitani has already finished lunch, I'll be the only one eating it. That's a little creepy.
Mr. Sugitani came back at the top of the Buddha as he began to reopen, wondering if I would order any more when the limits came.
I don't look in a very good mood.
Did you even find it in the store owner's face, with bad signs?
……
"Are you okay? … May I ask what happened?"
"It's... it's not a problem."
With a wrinkle between his eyebrows, Sugitani says.
"That shopkeeper, it's been a long time since I imagined I could make it to this store because I care about myself.... how colorful it is to a man who is ten years old or older away. They stroke my hand every time I talk to them."
"... that's sad."
He's a tannic man like a silver screen star in Showa, and he has an atmosphere that looks like a madam hottie.
This guy has a lot of hard work too. Right... especially with the women in difficulty... and suddenly I get a sense of intimacy.
"I've been like this for a long time. All the older women talk to me. My wife's on three, actually."
"Is it your sister's wife? I hear it's not bad."
"It's left on my butt."
Every time a woman has a baby, she gets stronger, and she laughs.
"I envy Mr. Neutral in that regard. It seems to be popular with young women."
"No, no. My fan base seems to be a housewife over thirty."
"It won't smell like a housewife, it"
"... smell?
"I guess you don't realize it yourself.... I have a daughter who becomes a high school student, but occasionally brings friends to the house. Then around the front door, you can get a sweet, gorgeous scent. From Mr. Neutral's face, a smell very similar to that drifts with a pump."
I can't stop coughing up geese.
I have to say that many of the barbarism extended to Rio, the extremists also flee barefoot.
Even if Uncle State Power in front of me knew that...
"... you're still young and you don't look bad. Sometimes women will come by. But this is too blatant.... what can I do to wrap up the scent of a thick girl so far... no way, Mr. Neutron, you're not rubbing your face on a teenage girl before you get here"
"Huh?"
"You didn't, did you?
"No, you don't remember me at all"
I was only a teenage girl's bra and I got my face scrubbed, not rubbed on my body.
That is why I am not lying at all.
Feel the unpleasant sweat convey your back and armpits, whilst soaking up all over you.
"... Hmm"
Mr. Sugitani puts his hand on his chin and looks seriously at my face.
"... I'm certainly not lying. You can tell by the look in your eyes."
"So, right?
"But I'm hiding something. Those are the eyes.... I'm pretty sure you had some kind of contact with the girl."
He is a keen man of understanding. Or am I too easy to understand?
"... I wondered why someone like you had contact with Kwon Fu, did you? Did you have something in common, Uncle JK Love..."
"It's a misunderstanding. I've loved wives since I was barely born."
"Everyone will be. A mother is basically someone's wife, so an approximate boy starts his life as a wife lover first."
"That interpretation is novel, isn't it?
"But with age, my eyes begin to shift to girls my age. When I get older, I become more eye-catching to a woman younger than me. The men of the world are largely made that way. Seems like a lot of guys have fixed preferences, especially in their high school years or so. Like you and Kundo."
"Wait, I'm not interested in high school girls."
"Do you know the name Rio Saito?
"Excuse me. I did it."
Mr. Sugitani is not a cop, but I turn myself in clean.
Deeply bow your head and offer your hands.
Don't cuff me. Go ahead, it was a pose for.
"Give me a break...... I lost the vibe. It was flushed. You're going to have to suspend me if you're going to get caught."
"Will you calm down? I told you before that I have no right of arrest."
Face up and be prompted.
"I'm not blaming anything on your sexuality"
"... no... my sexuality really likes Alasser wives... but I don't know what Rio is, he looks like an old woman..."
"This one is also who has made various deals on the back of society. I'm going to have about the amount of cloudy and swallowing utensils."
"... but on second thought, you're having a dangerous event with non-Rio teenagers. Me... maybe you really have JK eating qualities...?
"Listen to me, my story"
"Yes."
Correct your posture and look directly into Sugitani's eyes.
Black eyes shoot me through. Its eyes, as embodied by the good sense of society, are hard on itself, which is a mass of ease.
"It's good to have desire. Preferable to an abnegate person. If you give them what they deserve, they won't betray you."
"... and say?
"I don't know about this."
Sugitani said with a slight loss of voice.
"If you do the job I ask you to do, I'll use the power of public security to give you a young policewoman. The weakness of the police organization holds some grip. They'll follow us."
"... hey, that's... eh? What is it? Do I look like I'm living for a woman that young?
"Prepare as many child-faced policewomen as possible according to the preferences of Mr. Neutral. Please do not hesitate to specify your hairstyle or chest size. Consider."
"What store is it!?
The store owner will hear me.
Quiet, Sugitani cautions me, but that's not an easy situation to calm down.
"I still have time, so please take your time to think about what kind of child you'd like"
"... Oh, I don't want you to give me a hand in public safety..."
"It's not convincing at all to say that a human being emits the smell of a teenage girl from her face,"
"Gu."
"Or do you think an active high school student would be better off? I can't hear the outside road that far."
"... can't you switch to another reward?"
"I can't do anything less than junior high."
So I'd say I'm not a lollicon, but the fact that I flirted with a sixteen-year-old girl doesn't go away.
A cross stabbed deep in my chest blunts my tongue.
"... it's possible to arrange a policewoman who only looks like a junior high"
That's not true, I argue with my gaze.
"You seem dissatisfied. … would you like a policewoman who only looks like an elementary school student"
Is there such a thing? and I open my eyes reflexively.
It was from sheer consternation, but that was the mistake.
Sugitani apparently interpreted my behavior as "eating up on suggestions,"
"Oh, that's a good response. After all, Mr. Neutral seems to like young women. Now, let's give a voice to the awkward policewoman."
And they made plans for the crime itself...