The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"… to sum up"

Police station rear fiat branch, in first hearing room.

Natsu was facing Sputnik, one of the references, in order to prepare a background document on the kidnapping. - With a sore head.

"You, single, went to the warehouse to help her, knowing that the captured Krewe was being held in the example warehouse and could no longer be there. So I discovered Krew, who was being held hostage, okay, but the killers found him, and they attacked him even more, responding selflessly using the commercial tools that happened to be in his possession. I don't even remember how I did it, when I realized they were all down on the spot...... Is that what you want to say?

"It's self-defense, no matter where you look from."

"Leave all the killers to pass out. It's self-defense!

Not bad, to Sputnik, who testifies in a flurry, the nuts accidentally threw out the paperwork, slapped the desk and shouted so.

"It would be an obvious overdefense, but not at all......! The killers, how scared I thought they were, they all had memory problems. I think I'm completely out of my memory from where I met Crewe, and I'm gonna shake and scream," Help, help, "even if I'm trying to force myself to hear it, so I'm not gonna talk to you. Well, the witness testimony makes it clear that they're the killers."

"Amnesia? That's great. It was worth the threat."

"What do you want!

I'm very angry with Sputnik, who nods with a sunny smile.

How painful it is as a police station not to be able to take the testimony of the killer. But he said it had nothing to do with that. The self-proclaimed 'good ordinary citizen' said this lightly with his arms open, with a legged and transverse attitude.

"Anyway, if my wrongdoing clears up, just let me go. It's been three days since I've had a stinky meal every day, and when Temeh and I are made to talk to each other, I'm going crazy."

"I don't even want to see your face if it's true, and I don't want to talk more about it. But it's my job, so you don't have a choice.... but well, congratulations. I'm done with your hearing today, my colleague is in the process, so just give me a minute."

Stand out of your chair and pick up a bunch of documents you dropped on the floor.

- Nat's hand stopped unexpectedly because, in one sentence in it, I saw her name as a victim of this incident, a friend of Nat's, and a man of Sputnik's.

"... hey Sputnik?

As usual, I haven't heard back from you where you called your first name.

But in a small, quiet room, I was sure he was listening.

"From here on out, it has nothing to do with this one, it's just a public story."

Yes, with a forethought - to say that, for a moment, I feel hesitant. Is it a good thing that the outsider himself pinches his mouth?

But what I remember is what a sobbing friend looks like. And my friend, he won't notice 'it'. If you're aware of it and you're still in a position to say it, it's just you.

Sit back in the chair again. Dropping his gaze on the paperwork and staring at the name of his friend in it, Nut asked quietly to his friend's employer.

"Why are you hiding something from Crewe?

In the seat across the street, there were signs of Sputnik raising his face.

You thought you hadn't noticed? No way.

"You, often at night, will go to see someone. Almost coincides with the day someone from a certain profession arrived in this city."

I feel gaze. But the nuts don't look at him. Pretend to look at the paperwork.

Because I couldn't imagine the look on your face.

"According to Riafiat City Visit Records, there are twelve non-permanent women who currently wish to stay in Riafiat City. One of our female visitors is staying at a hotel in Hulka. A pharmacist woman has been staying since yesterday. - The day you drink and go home in the morning is mostly when medical travelers are visiting Riafiat City."

Nat said as he whispered, remembering the unidentified tension around his heart.

"... I realize that Crewe is coughing sometimes in the shadows."

At one point during customer service, at one time during shopping at a store, and at one point at the end of the road. Nuts knew he was putting a handkerchief on his mouth and coughing up again and again.

At first I thought it was a cold. I thought you had a weak throat.

Too many times for that.

"Don't tell Crewe what you're doing, give a lot of money to medical people coming to the city to shut their mouths, and what you're asking them. It's something to do with her health, isn't it?

He says nothing. Shut up like a stone.

Wait a minute, there's no answer, that's why the nuts overlapped the words.

"Hey, Sputnik. Don't you want to tell me about it? If there's anything I can do to help, I'm here to help. It's not for you, it's for her.... I'm not proud of it, but they call me Inspector Sumitomo, and it's at a glance within the police station. Besides, I'm a woman, unlike you, and while you can't, there may be things you can do to be me. Then..."

"What would you do if Ku was a felon?"

Nat looked at Sputnik all the way to the sudden and flighty idea he was told.

To my surprise, there was no smile on that face like I ate the usual people. The legs that were put together were untied, and the eyes of the ashes were strangely darkened, and they looked as if they were someone else. Though slightly pressured, the nuts ran their thoughts into his inquiry.

What if she was a criminal?

Laughs a lot, cries a lot, gets angry a lot. Scolding a cohabitant with a disturbed attitude to life, always protecting the store instead of the sloppy shopkeeper, you know, the firm girlfriend?

"I don't..."

"For example."

There can't be. and tried to block the words he kept going, and Sputnik said so. It was a terribly whimsical, tiresome voice.

"You sure could be leading that one. Maybe he wants to show that body wholeheartedly, as a friend, and wholeheartedly help. But still. - If, for example, that thing on your back, the art of survival, was something that touched the law, can you support it? Even if you support it, does' your organization 'allow you to support it?

"It's..."

Nuts should have answered instantly then.

Regardless, I instantly responded, of course, that it had nothing to do with the organization or anything, and I knew 'with my head' that putting my chest up to help her was what she should be as a friend. But...

- I couldn't.

Before the unanswerable nuts, Sputnik laughed as if he had won.

"So I won't tell you"

I smiled spirally.

And that was his answer to the question.

But, but. Paradoxes turn in my head, desperately thinking about objections. But it was quicker to meet the time limit than to combine the words she would tell Sputnik.

Two knocks, then the hearing room door opens. From the gap, a colleague of the nuts showed his face.

"Mr. Nuts. Mr. Sputnik is ready for release."

"'Release'? Jeez, they hate me too much for the police department."

With his legs together, in a sloppy position, and leaning against the back of a chair that can't even be described as expensive to flatter, Sputnik said in his usual joking tone.

Earlier dark eyes were nowhere else.

"Sa, nuts. I'm clear and free, can I go home now?

That gesture with wide left hand spread. I feel like I'm being bruised and laughed at when I don't talk to you anymore. Half of them would be paranoid - half of them would certainly be making a fool of themselves. I find it frustrating, but it can only be an absurd eight hits where I hit him. By exhaling deeper, he abandoned his anger, and the nuts shook his right hand gently to show it.

"That's enough, just go home. Because you're here, the receptionist won't be able to do the job."

"The receptionist? What do you mean?"

"Go to the entrance and you'll see."

I'll show you around, tell him to get up from the chair. Across the street, Sputnik also confirmed to take a seat before Nut advanced to the door.

Pass next to a colleague who salutes while holding the door in one hand and exit into the hallway. Pass in front of the second listening room under investigation, the unattended third listening room, and go down the stairs beside the hand wash to the ground floor.

Walking down the hallway beside the auditorium and material vault with green and light plunging windows.

"So!

Within the quiet agency, suddenly, a shout echoed.

The nuts unwittingly laugh at the intensity of the seeping anger colors, which still seem to be working together today. When I looked at Sputnik, I was surprised to see him frown. I asked him what he meant. He does, but it would be quicker for him to see it than to explain it. Faster feet to go.

Turning down the hallway, the entrance to the police station rear fiat branch. The visitor reception there was the source of the voice.

And the man, who is dramatically elevated, is nothing else.

"I don't know. Anyway, give Mr. Sputnik back soon! Mr. Sputnik didn't do anything wrong! That's what our no-one else victim Ku has said so many times, why don't you figure it out!

"So he's in the middle of a situation hearing right now -"

"That's how you say a lot of difficult things and you don't give them back because you suspect about Mr. Sputnik, right?!? It's terrible! Sure, Mr. Sputnik has a personality that people usually suspect and resent, but, because he hasn't done anything wrong! So, uh, this is... yes, it's a 'mundane candle' and it's an 'emcee'! So, uh, it's" Yuki Thing "!

The one who is raising his voice of protest while turning the reception desk on and tapping is someone who knows both Nut and Sputnik well. It was Crewe, an employee of his shop.

I don't know who you've been taught by, but take your notebook out of your pocket, Crewe, and spit unfamiliar words. The two women at the reception are forgiving her for her troubled face complaining about waving her arm around.

"I've been doing this every day since then."

"… is complete. I understand."

Sputnik had a carefree, half-laughed look on his face. You seem to understand. Above all.

See friends approaching the reception in a busy fashion. The long chestnut color and thin arms wielded, and the noisy appearance of it seemed like a town girl without any philosophy, though.

Such a girlfriend.

He can't teach himself, he's got something.

"What about you?"

"Yeah?"

A little taller than a nut, looks up at him.

You didn't know what the question was about, a strange voice. With that in mind, I had no choice but to add words.

"Are you telling me you can protect her?

A man who is always sloppy, appropriate, full of jokes and doesn't know where the real deal is. I don't even know if you're aware of Crewe's thoughts, and what you think of her.

So I guess this is going to wind up in smoke again, and I was just wondering...

"I'm gonna die for him."

- But he didn't.

A dialogue thrown up as if it were a rush and a decision. But by the weight of the words, the nuts peeled off their eyes.

"But, you know, seriously and worryingly, just laugh a lot at the idiot in the handle, say something like that. The answer is either cry or cry, it's not weird. So I'm not telling you what I'm doing, and I'm not teaching you anything. Shut up and do what I want."

Shiatsu looks at his side, but Spoutnik, who talks, doesn't try to change one eyebrow. What the hell is this man thinking right now? What did you think and vomit those words?

It was very hard to read from the look on his face, and as he stared at it, his eyes met. Noticed he was being watched, he strayed from his nuts and chuckled with his nose, hun. I didn't know what the laugh was about, though.

"He's the one who can't help it," he muttered, scratching his hair lightly, throwing words at the receptionist.

"Keep that about it, Coo. Then you're just a Kramer."

Then Crewe immediately turned his face to this one. Admitting Sputnik's appearance, at that moment, he seemed no longer angry or interested in reception. Your expression brightens as you look at it.

Calling his name and watching her rush with joy, Nut went to Sputnik, casting a pure doubt born in his belly.

"Why not?"

How can he say all that for her?

But for him, it wasn't a mystery or anything, it was something he knew. Unexpectedly the nuts breathed in the answer to it, which was quickly returned without even a moment's stray, and the way Sputnik looked.

Because it's...

It was the first time he showed his nuts, because it was a grin without a back surface.

"I made a promise."

Eventually Crewe jumps into Sputnik's chest with a full smile.

He took it, stiff and tight, hugging it.

*

Crewe. Use your 'physique' to make those two wishes come true to me. And when that happens...

- Whatever I have, I'll fix it for you.

Shit.