vncnus Chapter 950: The Lovers of Female Police Officers
Chapter 950: The Lovers of Female Police Officers
weekend.
The annual Valentine's Day is here as scheduled.
In today's neon, the air seems to be filled with pink bubbles and the sweet aroma of chocolate. Boys are looking forward to receiving Valentine's Day chocolates from girls, while girls are taking their own "lifetime chocolates", mustering up the courage to give them to the boys they like.
Of course, in this pink atmosphere, the crime rate in Beika Town has also risen subtly but steadily, just like the budding spring love of a young boy.
after all......
This is rice flower!
A magical place where "the incidence rate of cases is proportional to the festive atmosphere" is written into the city's business card.
At this time of year every year, the Metropolitan Police Department is on high alert, deploying a large number of personnel to patrol everywhere to prevent all kinds of crimes of passion or tragedies caused by love turning into hate, failed confessions, and sending the wrong chocolate.
Downstairs of an apartment
Miwako Sato was frowning, maintaining order at the temporarily blocked scene. Her neat short hair fluttered slightly in the morning breeze, and her expression was serious.
"how is the situation?"
She asked the forensic officer next to her.
"The initial diagnosis is cyanide poisoning."
The forensic officer shook his head and pointed to an overturned heart-shaped chocolate gift box on the ground. The melted brown substance inside formed a sharp contrast with the white powder around it.
"The deceased collapsed and died less than five minutes after eating the chocolate his girlfriend had given him. The lady is now completely emotionally broken and keeps saying she doesn't know what happened."
Nearby, a young girl, tears streaming down her face and makeup smudged, was supported by a policewoman. She mechanically repeated, "It wasn't me... I really don't know... I made that chocolate myself... How could it be..."
Sato Miwako sighed and rubbed her eyebrows.
Valentine's Day turns into a "disaster" for lovers. This kind of sad thing happens every year.
Romantic killers are the most deadly.
At this moment, a mini patrol car with cute paint but driving a bit recklessly came over with a "beep beep" sound, did a tailspin and stopped not far away, and two figures jumped out of the car - it was Yumi Miyamoto and Naeko Miike from the traffic section.
"Miwako! Something happened again?"
Miyamoto Yumi walked over nonchalantly, took a look at the scene, and revealed an expression of "as expected". "Ah, it's like this every year on this day, really... Love, it seems, is not only blinding, but also damn poisonous!"
Miike Naeko shrank behind Miyamoto Yumi in fear, her small hands tugging at the corner of Yumi's clothes, and whispered, "Yumi-senpai, it's not nice to say that... After all, someone died..."
"What's wrong!"
Yumi Miyamoto put her hands on her hips and began her "Yumi-chan's Valentine's Day Traffic Safety and Love Risk Prevention Lecture":
"If you ask me, dating should be like us traffic officers. When the light is green (love), go through boldly. When the light is red (no chance), stop obediently. When the light is yellow (ambiguity), observe carefully. Why do you have to run red lights or stop in the middle of the road and cause someone's death? Look at me and Miaozi, single nobles who obey traffic rules. How cool! How safe!"
Sato Miwako looked at her helplessly and complained, "No one wants you, so you've been parking in the singles parking lot, right?"
"Hey, Miwako, what you said is really hurtful!" Miyamoto Yumi immediately jumped up and said, "I have a lot of people chasing me! It's just that I don't like them. My standards are very high, right, Miaozi?"
Miike Naeko nodded weakly: "Yeah... Yumi-senpai is very popular..."
——Although most of them were caused by her tickets.
Miyamoto Yumi snorted complacently, then remembered something and said, "Oh right, when we came here just now, we heard on the radio that there was another accident on the ring line viaduct. A car was smashed to pieces. It seemed to be a young couple. I don't know if they committed suicide or accidentally lost control. They are being rescued... Sigh, young people nowadays, falling in love is too life-consuming..."
She shook her head and sighed in the tone of someone who had experienced it.
Miwako Sato frowned even more tightly.
It seems that there is no way to relax on this shift today.
Miyamoto Yumi continued chattering, "And yesterday, I caught a pair of students racing motorcycles on an overpass. One black, one white. They were almost as fast as my Falcon! They didn't even take me, the 'God of Popcorn Motorcycles,' seriously. I confiscated their motorcycles and gave them a good half-hour lecture."
Miwako Sato: "...Are you sure they were racing and not running for their lives?"
She always felt that Yumi's descriptions were exaggerated.
"Of course it's racing! The speed! The passion!"
Miyamoto Yumi swore solemnly, then changed the subject and started chatting with Sato Miwako again: "If you ask me, love is simple, isn't it just a matter of having hands? Look at the three of us, even though we don't have much practical experience, we have a lot of theoretical knowledge, which is more than enough to guide those lost lambs!"
Sato Miwako had a blank expression on her face: "...Thank you."
She really couldn't imagine Yumei guiding others in their love affairs, as it would most likely turn out to be a "double evil on the road".
Miike Naeko whispered the truth: "Most of Yumi-senpai's theories...are learned from the noontime melodramas and girls' manga..."
Although the three elite beautiful policewomen of the Metropolitan Police Department are all single and have no emotional experience, it does not prevent them from pointing and speaking eloquently at the scenes of various crimes that occurred on Valentine's Day, as if they were all experienced and disillusioned masters of love.
However, when the topic inadvertently turned to the practical question of "Have you given away chocolates this year?", all three of them fell silent.
The air was suddenly quiet.
Miyamoto Yumi coughed dryly, her eyes wandering. "Ahem... We in the Traffic Division are so busy maintaining road safety that we don't have time for these petty matters..."
Miaozi blushed and lowered her head, playing with her fingers: "I, I made some giri chocolates... and distributed them to everyone in the class..."
Miwako Sato looked up at the sky silently, her tone was vicissitudes: "...I can't make chocolate..."
The air was filled with a hint of awkwardness and the "fragrance" of single nobles.
Sure enough, he is a giant in theory but a dwarf in action.
......
Not far away, Takagi Shigeru was secretly looking at Sato Miwako's dashing back, his face full of entanglement, uneasiness and the humility of secret love.
"Ms. Sato...could she have secretly made chocolates and given them to others? Like that Shiratori?"
"Should I ask? Would it be too abrupt?"
"Will I disturb her work if I go over now? She looks so busy..."
Takagi Shigeru was struggling with a fierce inner struggle. He wanted to ask, but was afraid of hearing an answer that would break his heart.
Secret love is so painful and tragic.
I'm afraid of disturbing others if I take a step forward, but I'm unwilling to take a step back.
So, young man, when you meet someone you like, just go for it boldly, don’t be timid!
Don't worry about whether the other person is a girl, a loli, a married woman, or a policewoman... (Wait, some dangerous thoughts seem to have slipped in?)
What are you afraid of? A goal scored with a goalkeeper is a good goal. —An enthusiastic suggestion from someone who is the best citizen of Rice Flower.