The backstreet division, which must exist in the dark city police station, is called the backstreet division of the Criminal Division, but in fact, it is an antagonistic department that is almost independent of the Criminal Division.
Since the existence of a back street was derived in this country, superviolent institutions were also needed, with the power to contain it. To this end, a backstreet division was set up, especially by gathering a selection of elites.
1: 30 p.m. When Kaori Takeda went to work and entered the back street classroom, the first thing I noticed was the appearance of a beautiful woman over two metres tall, in a seat near the entrance. She looks like a woman, but she just looks. The inner flavor is a man, and a cyborg.
"Takeda, you said you bunged the suspect Hoshi last night in interrogation?
No one in the back street knows its name. Ashiya Kurodo, the strongest police officer, smiles and speaks out. By the way, a bun is a hidden word for a corpse.
"The rogues are too weak these days. I was shocked to death before I sang. That's not my loss. Bad weak suspect."
To be clear, Kaori looked behind the back street classroom. Singing, by the way, is a criminal term that means confessing. It's not just the police, it's the residents of the back street who use it.
Looking at the corner of the back street classroom, Matsumoto is assigned to the back street section for the first year, and is seated in the front. Prior to that, there was a Umezu optometer on the top of the Buddha.
"Now what did you do?
Come closer, Kaori speaking to Umezu.
"The guy in the back street I took care of brought this for you. Oh, thank you for your trouble in a good way."
Umezu wrapping an empty confectionery box with a flashing face.
"Then he took it and ate it all by himself. So, there's no report for me."
"He's like a bad kid in junior high."
Black Dou laughs.
"Chi, no. Yikes. I just accidentally forgot."
"You didn't forget while you ate the contents. You thief."
I heard Matsumoto's excuse, and Kurodo stunned me.
"No, listen to this guy. I'm more frightened."
"What?
Kaori asks Umezu, who hits Matsumoto with a cold gaze.
"Umezu, I don't like sweets, so I thought I'd take them anyway, and when I realized it, you could eat them all. And if I forgot to report it, Umezu found the confectionery box and asked me... Wrong order of eating. Misunderstood."
"No, that's a matter of common sense before the misunderstanding... You lose at a time when you don't have common sense. What kind of education did you grow up with?
I heard Matsumoto's excuse, and Kaori was also stunned.
"Ugh, don't insult even our parents."
"You don't have to insult me, I want to suspect you."
Kaori sighs at the rebellious Matsumoto.
"Hey, don't be mad at me. Let me hear it. Wasn't it because Takeda killed him?
In the words of Black Dou, Kaori makes a light and sinister face.
"Sure, 'Dignity of Meat Chunks' and I are the cause, but I'm not going to confuse you with public or private. I don't think it's a bad public/private confusion, though. If you want to confuse public and private, I'll give you the proper permission, and I'll talk to you. And I can't ask you not to get mad at me. It's not a loss to be angry."
"Then you can be angry, but this Yama is pretty big. In addition to the two organizations that have plagued us so far, we are even involved in the Chinese Mafia, which has been out to this city of euthanasia in recent times. We need to get these guys all covered up. Suppress the evidence and arrest the current offender (Gentai) or something like that. Among them…"
"Because there is no untrained. They... they've already stepped off the road."
Become a dark face and throw up the scented seedlings. When I lied, I thought both Kurodo and Umezu.
"There were no members of the Meat Chunk Dignity in the first place. Well, neither the dignity of the meat chunks nor the" secure incision "ever worked in deep places and showed their tails inside."
Umezu told me to bring the scented seedlings.
I've done a lot of investigating, but it was about the bottom line at best to get caught. It finally managed to contain one of the safety-incision plants last night.
The factory of organ-trafficking tissue, Safe Incision, is where organs are removed. And the reassuring incision, from the human trafficking tissue Dignity of the Meat Chunk, buys the ex of the organ - that is, the human. Until now, it had been found out.
It is one crime that the police cannot overlook, whether it be trafficking in human beings or organ trafficking. Even the backstreet rule forbids it from the center for once, but as the center, it leaves it to the police side not to be so disturbed as to disturb the order of the backstreet itself.
"Well, if you let them grab their tails easily, they'll lose their business. I'm not always ahead of the police."
I say that the scented seedlings don't seem interesting.
"So Takeda, who trained them, is in the shape of losing to them."
Kaori stares at Kuro Dou, who jokes and says:
Before becoming a detective in the Backstreet Division, Kaori Takeda was a resident of Backstreet and the first leader of the dignity of meat chunks. At that time, it was not a human trafficking organization, it was just a wholesale organization, but after the seedlings had left, the operation had become tight, and it had fallen into an outer path that was even repelled in the back street: trafficking in human beings.
To this end, until now, the dignity of the meat chunks has not shown its tail inside, so much so that there have been rumours that Kaori may be selling information within the police.
From Kaori's point of view, it's a double joke. First of all, I'm not running information around. And the dignity of meat chunks originally made wholesale a business. It's natural not to show your tail because the brokering industry, which also stands between shitty businesses and establishes without leaving a trace, is your predecessor's organization. Because he's a professional to hide his tail and footprints.
But Kaori secretly suspects that there are other reasons why they can't grasp any traces at all.
"There was not a single constituent of the dignity of the meat mass, and only Chinese mafia and reassurance incision constituents were on the scene. Until now, neither their commercial site nor the factory where the organ removal was to be carried out had been found, but suddenly there was talk. You know what this means?
Umezu asks. Of course, I understand Kaori and Kurodo.
"Of course I don't know"
Matsumoto answers with his chest stretched.
"We've been partners before, and between the dignity of the meat mass and the secure incision, there's been a crack."
"Huh? How do you know that much?
"No, how can you not know? There were no constituents of the dignity of meat chunks at the scene. And what kept escaping police investigations until now was the work of meat chunks of dignity. So, all of a sudden, the information leaked, until the police came in with the word, so naturally that kind of answer would be guided -"
"I see, I see. So you mean the betrayal of the dignity of the meat chunks. I see. Think about it."
Matsumoto nods, yeah, to the scented seedlings that explain the annoying smell.
"I can't even say it's a betrayal of the dignity of a meat hunk."
Kaori denies Matsumoto's words.
"Right. Betrayed earlier could be a reassuring incision. So the dignity of the meat chunks also came to mind, maybe trying to make the deal grandpa. Either way, this could be a war."
Umezu also agreed with Kaori, but did not understand why that would be the case for Matsumoto.
"Can you say it's already been a war? You have noticed that both the reassuring incision and the Chinese mafia of the dealer are the work of the dignity of the meat chunks."
Kurodo said.
(I wonder why that happens... But when I ask you again, you're going to hate me again. All right, here's one thing, don't ask, don't think about it, I'll guide you through the answers)
The detectives continue their conversation without anyone knowing that Matsumoto has such a grievous resolve.
"If they kill each other and reduce the number, we'll save ourselves the trouble."
"It can't be that good, then you didn't have to step in last night"
Kurodo and Umezu say.
"It's a form that turned out to be danced to the dignity of the meat chunks, but this is not our loss. Now you should dance what they want. If the reassuring incision and the Chinese mafia Hate turn to the dignity of the meat chunks, they also get a chance to grab the tail of the dignity of the meat chunks. They seem to have information that the police don't know."
It was a scented seedling to say so in my mouth, but in my heart, I couldn't help but be angry when I thought that the meat-chunk dignity people were just giggling at the fact that they had been able to use the police.
"Can you swim two tissues...? Give the bumpy guy a gap to get away with, let him get away on purpose, and monitor the two organizations?
That's what I was gonna say.
Kaori laughs at Umezu's suggestion.
"Yesterday, by the way, they were wandering around unrelated people."
Former Juvenile Division police officer Kawashi Fahao, who was recently assigned to the Backstreet Division, raised his voice from the back seat. The Juvenile Division is alleged to be excessive and several have been transferred to the Backstreet Division.
"You're not irrelevant at the time you were wandering. True... there's another one."
and Umezu.
"The guy's already checked. Li Lei, deputy captain of the Chinese secret task force, is particularly brilliant and troublesome."
Kaori reports.
"Hey, True, why were you there yesterday?
Kurodo makes a real phone call.
"Trade Secrets"
"Oh? Are you sure you don't want to be a cop? Do you mind if I take a dump on the Backstreet Division, which also attracts crying kids to shock them to death?
"If I'm benevolent, whoever he wants to talk about, he's all over the place bragging about what's going on in the backstreet section, right?
To Black Dou, who jokes and says, true returns with his usual pale voice.
I don't think it's pure child entanglement.
I don't know.
"What was your relationship with the guy you were with?
"It's old fashioned."
"Ashiya, are you stupid..."
Umezu opens his face and gives him a gesture to hang up.
"Well no. I'll call you if anything happens again."
"But I won't tell you anything."
Hang up the phone, Kurodo sees Umezu.
"What a fool."
"There's no way the truth is going to take a leak. On the other hand, if I call him, the guy I was with will get some information on this one. I wanted to make sure you had it before then."
"Even if not, I also see the police stepped in that spot, and I don't really think they're going to divulge any information about us, either, instead of not divulging it. Unless you're pretty close to Lei."
Kurodo argues against Umezu's words.
"Truth is, it won't be useless to interrogate him, so let's give him a random companion named Li Lei, Nindo. If you resist, hurt him to the point where he won't die, then carry him."
Umezu sets the policy. Existing police rules, laws and common sense do not apply to the Backstreet Division, although it strenuously transcends the scope of the arbitrary accompaniment. The application of law and common sense is knocked in as sweet.
"True interrogation, I wish I'd tried. Too bad."
Scented seedlings with evil smiles.
"Nothing extra. We need to make progress by the time the chief gets back. I'll give you some results."
Umezu said. Amongst detectives in the back street section of the euphoria bureau, Umetsu is feared both by the residents of the back street and by the same commissioner, but the only one who can't get his head up is the head of the back street section. It's not a position, it's a human glance.
"Ah! Okay, ah!
Suddenly Matsumoto clapped his hand and shouted, so all the police officers who were in the backstreet class reacted, paying attention to Matsumoto.
"In other words, the reassuring incision, disregarding the dignity of the meat chunks it had brokered, tried to keep the cost down by buying people directly from the Chinese human trafficking mafia. So, when the dignity of the meat chunks that were between the two organizations got angry, and they stopped covering up, and drooling information, that's what happened."
In response to what Matsumoto was good at, the police officers in the back street classroom stand up one after the other. And they all stared at Matsumoto with a jitty eye with no expression, applauding him in unison. Someone distracts him and flushes him down to the BGM of Fanfare.
"This... is a form of bullying, isn't it?
Matsumoto shrugged as he nodded in a crying face.