"Sister, do you know each other?"
Yusuke was a little nervous as he looked at the two of them…
"Yusuke, don't think too much. We're not even friends.”
Seeing that his younger brother Yusuke was thinking too much, the eighth generation quickly said.
"Are you related to the armored man just now?”
The eighth generation looked at Nan Xuan.
"Relationship? No…"
Nan Xuan shook his head.
He didn't want to have any relationship with Shi. Otherwise, there would be another one of those detestable people.
"What about the young policeman who was in the meeting room earlier?”
"Oh, you mean Shi. He should be at home now." Nan Xuan looked at the 8th generation and said.
"Where is his house?"
The eighth generation's eyes lit up as he hurriedly asked.
"At XX Cafe…"
"Thank you so much…"
With that, the eighth generation called Yusuke to the cafe.
"This woman…"
If she thought about it for a moment, she would probably ask herself why she was here.
A woman in a hurry…
Nan Xuan chuckled and walked down the mountain.
"This sunset is not bad…"
……
The photo studio…
No, it should be a coffee shop…
Xia Hai had just woken up from his sleep. He stretched and yawned.
"That fellow wouldn't have forgotten his mission, right?”
"Crap!"
The door was pushed open…
"Is it a scholar?"
Yusuke opened the door.
"Eh? Isn't this a cafe?"
"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it."
"This is a photo studio."
"Ang, I'm sorry!"
"I can make coffee too. Please come in!”Grandpa walked out
Xia Hai nodded and called out to the two people outside.
"If you don't mind, please come in.”
Two people drinking coffee are whispering under the table
"Who do you think he is?"
"I don't know, but didn't that man say that the patrol officer called Men Shishi knows what you want to know?”
Yusuke said with a smile.
"True, but who was that pink armored man in the tunnel just now? Unknown life form No. 10?"
"What? That person is clearly the same as those unknown life forms…"
When he thought of the Decade, Yusuke didn't like him from the bottom of his heart…
Because that guy wanted to snatch her sister away…
"I don't think he's the same type of person as Gurangi. Instead, his situation is similar to yours.”
Seeing Onodera like this, how could Yatsuya not know what he was thinking?
"Similar to me?"
Onodera looked at his sister in surprise.
"If I see him fighting with Gurangi next time, I have something to ask him.”
Yachiyo looked at Onodera Yusuke and nodded with a smile on his face.
"What? Why? Do you want him to fight in my place?”
Yuusuke was so excited that he slammed his hands on the table. This gave Xiahai, who was delivering the coffee, a fright.
"No, Yusuke, listen to me. I want him to fight with you and help you!”the eighth generation explained.
"Crap." The shutter button of the camera clicked.
"Knight? When did you…"
"Hello, eighth generation police officer! And this is?"
Doshishi pointed at Yuusuke and said. Yuusuke made a disdainful expression. It seemed that the two of them were not friendly from birth.
" This is Onodera Yusuke," Yachiyo explained." He's here to assist me in my investigation."”
" Eh?!" The archer sized up Yuusuke again.
"Oh right, I have a little clue about the murder case of the unknown life form.”
Yusuke patted the shoulder of the Doshishi and said with contempt,""What can a layman like you know?”
"Stand aside!"
"No."
"I saw Officer Eight helping that monster called Number Four before. I thought it was quite hard, so I wanted to help.”
As soon as he said this, the impatient Yusuke couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and grabbed the Doshishi's collar. The two of them stared at each other.
There was a smell of gunpowder in the air, but Yusuke was a head shorter than Menshi!
The pain in Yusuke's heart…
" What did you say?!"
"Let him speak, Yusuke."
When Yusuke heard his sister say this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and left alone.
Xia Hai saw all of this, so she ran out to dissuade Yuusuke.
Yusuke, who was still angry, turned around when he heard the sound of high heels behind him.
"Coffee money, right?"
"Are you number four?" Yusuke continued to light the fire, but it didn't make any sound.
"So what?"
"I just think you're amazing. You can fight for others.”
"For someone else? I'm only fighting for myself. If I don't fight, I'll…"
"That Eighth Generation is really worried about you.”
"Boom…"
Onodera Yusuke sat on the motorcycle and looked at Xia Hai…
"How did you know?"
Xia Hai was silent for a few seconds. He lowered his head without answering.
Because she had been worried about a certain someone…
"Is it because you're also worried about someone?”
Yusuke looked at Xia Hai…
Yusuke left the photo studio on his motorcycle…
"It's him?"
Xiong Jie looked at Nan Xuan who was walking over and was stunned.
Nan Xuan also looked at Xiong Jie and smiled in response.
"Xiahai, where are the soldiers?"
Nan Xuan looked at Xia Hai, who was standing at the door.
"I was discussing some matters with the chief officer called Yachida.”
Xia Hai looked at Nan Xuan and forced a smile.
"Why do you look so sad? This isn't like you…"
"It's nothing…"
At this moment, the door of the photo studio was pushed open…
The eighth generation and Doshishi walked out. The eighth generation looked at Doshishi." I'll leave tomorrow to you."”
"Sure, just give me the reward.”
Doshi said with a smile.
It seemed that the two of them had reached an agreement…
After the eighth generation left, Nan Xuan looked at the archer." You guys have a good talk."”
Doshishi raised his head arrogantly…
"I'm going to sleep. Bye..."
Nan Xuan ignored him and went to the photo studio to sleep.
Xiahai, let's go."
Doshishi looked at Xia Hai and waved his hand.
"Alright…"
……
The next day, at the police station…
"Among the policewomen who were killed, there was a strange similarity!”
A patrol officer sat cross-legged in his position as the bureau chief.
"Common ground?"
Everyone wanted to know what this similarity was. The gatekeeper picked up the teacup and asked the leader to pour him tea!
The leader looked at it and was very reluctant…
"Seriously, kid, don't keep me in suspense.”
The archer took the teacup and took a sip.
"It's my birthday!"
"Birthday?"
Doshishi stood up, picked up a pen, and analyzed the situation on the blackboard.
"Number 13 was born, this is number 27, this is number 5, and the one who just died is number 26, 3, 7, 5, 6, 4!”
"I see, then the murderer's next target is the policewoman whose birthday ends with four! Immediately send someone to transfer the people who have been patrolling recently and whose birthdays end with 4, 14, and 24. Protect them!”
"Yes!"
"I'm still useful!" Doshishi adjusted his hat.
" Who exactly are you?!"
The eighth generation knew nothing about the person in front of him. He had already been guessed by others, and it was not easy for a patrol officer to deduce such a pattern.
……
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