Just the same time when the uncle Shuntaro Iwai started his escape journey.

Kanagawa Police Headquarters.

"Fujiwara Omiyaji."

Masato Fujiki observed and stood not far away, wearing a white printed hunting suit and a chakra, with a expressionless flat-headed priest. He hesitated for a moment, but bent down at him due to the difference in position.

The Ise Shrine Omiyaji suddenly came to Kanagawa and ran to the police headquarters.

The specific purpose of Fujiki Masato and Milou Kei is not yet known.

But out of politeness.

They still came out to greet him.

"I just heard the news."

Fujiwara Omiyaji looked up slightly and looked at Fujiki Masato and Miran Kei: "It is rumored that a large number of wild dogs in Kanagawa are heading towards Hakone. Is that true?"

“…”

Fujiki Masato was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Miraki Kei beside him.

Milou Gui shrugged.

Makoto Fujiki was helpless and could only turn around and say truthfully: "I don't know."

“…”

I heard such an unexpected answer.

Fujiwara Omiya immediately exuded a dangerous aura: "You are from the countermeasures class, right? The relevant responsibilities include attacking wild dogs and tracking the traces of wild dogs. You tell me now that you don't know?"

"That's right."

Masato Fujiki nodded and explained: "However, considering Kanagawa's environment and our insufficient staff in countermeasures, we are indeed... unable to actively pursue wild dogs and track their traces. But please rest assured that if someone reports or is a wild dog that violates the law, we will do our best to arrest them, but we will not relax at all."

"What a bastard."

Facing Fujiki Masato's confession.

Not only did Fujiwara Omiyaji not nodded, his face became gloomy: "If you don't have enough staff, you can sit back and watch? You can put down your responsibilities? Now you still have the face to tell me what you can do? I ask you, is it related to the collective trip to Hakone in Hakone? His participation in the end of June...the incident of extermination of the pseudo-god Fujiwara Hidego has something to do with this collective action of the wild dogs?"

Face questioning.

Masato Fujiki looked at this Fujiwara Omiyaji and was stunned.

Sanlun Gui also has similar expressions.

After a long time.

The two turned their heads and looked at each other.

Eye communication was completed instantly.

"This is Fujiwara Omiyaji."

Milo Kei organized the wording, then took the initiative to take the initiative to take over Masato Fujiki and asked, "Is the countermeasures subject to your jurisdiction?"

A straightforward question.

Fujiwara Omiyaji: "..."

"I remember, don't I? Strictly speaking, your Ise Shrine is under the jurisdiction of the countermeasures class, so I can understand your question and will urge the headquarters to give you an explanation, but we have no obligation to explain to you."

Fujiwara Omiya was silent for a moment, without the irritation or agitated as he imagined. He just glanced at the two of them again: "So you guys just watch?"

"We would be grateful if you can investigate the reasons and provide us with a countermeasure."

Milou Kei had a dead face and his tone gradually became tough: "In addition, we respect you, but it does not mean that we can tell you anything. After all, you are not a person in the countermeasures class... By the way."

Sanlun Guai paused and then said, "The Naohara Nanfeng in your mouth, the Naohara Nanfeng in your eyes, which is related to the wild dog's trip to Hakone this time, is the deputy director of our countermeasures class. If you name this identity, you should know our attitude.

If you have any objections, you can actually ask him directly.”

“…”

Makoto Fujiki looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and then he added: "In addition, Kanagawa's countermeasures class was the only one of us and the deputy director of Kitahara. If you have any objections, you can also mention it to our Director of Qihai."

“…”

Fujiwara Omiya Shi was silent for a long time.

He glanced at the two of them again and turned around and left.

Under the moonlight, his figure gradually faded away.

It is consistent with the wild dogs fleeing wildly in Kanagawa at this moment...the destination is consistent.

...

August 17.

It's past nine o'clock.

The north wind slowly opened his eyes.

Maybe it's because of relaxation, or maybe it's because the breakfast I made yesterday was at 10 o'clock.

The wind in Kitahara South rose later than usual, and Natsume Mio didn't call him.

And just when he felt it was strange.

“Um…”

Because of the movement of the south wind in the north and north, a moan that seemed to express dissatisfaction came from beside him.

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and took a look.

Natsume Mio curled up beside him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned against his chest, sleeping peacefully, like a disturbed cat sleeping soundly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled and wanted to get up.

But his movement might be too big.

Natsume Mio's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes.

After a brief confusion.

She raised her head and looked at her righteous brother.

"Good morning."

Beiyuan Nanfeng, who had stood up halfway, greeted him.

Natsume Mio supported the mattress with her hands and stood up, her hair scattered on her shoulders. She smiled gently: "Good morning..."

Nanfeng Kitahara sat up and said, “How are you sleeping?”

Natsume Mio sat up, closed her hair, turned her head to look at Kitahara Nanfeng, and replied in a low voice: "It feels a little cold... I suspect my brother deliberately adjusted such a low temperature."

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled: "Don't slander me."

“…”

Natsume Mio suddenly moved to the south of Kitahara.

Then she suddenly fell forward into his arms in Beiyuan Nanfeng's puzzled gaze.

Beiyuan Nanfeng subconsciously wanted to open his hand to catch her.

"Look."

Natsume Mio suddenly held Kitanhara Nanfeng's chest and forcibly stopped the tendency of leaning forward. She raised her head slightly, smiled like a flower, and looked at her righteous brother: "Yibo is obviously doing it on purpose... You just want to hug her."

Kitahara Nanfeng had no expression on his face: "Japanese law should prohibit law enforcement officers from tempting the parties to have illegal intentions in order to collect evidence, right?"

“I’m not a law enforcement officer.”

Natsume Mio let go of her hand and finally slowly leaned on Kitahara Nanfeng, buried her face in his chest, and said lazily: "It's so warm..."

...

Next.

Wash.

Change clothes.

Wait for breakfast.

But breakfast didn't wait.

Kitahara Nanfeng waited for Yui Chan, full of energy.

Clang.

The door was pushed open with force.

Yui Miyata is wearing a brand new white dress, with her exposed skin and a pretty and cute face, paired with a smart double ponytail.

Lively, fresh…and beat people.

"Hey, why do you get up and hammer my waist?"

Kitahara Nanfeng grabbed Miyata Yui's hand and glared at her.

Yui Miyata knelt on the floor, pouting her mouth, as if she felt a little aggrieved.

"What are you doing?"

"south wind."

"Um?"

"Did you do something secretly last night?"
Chapter completed!