After the meeting, Ichijo Kaoru came to a cubicle in the corridor. He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The call bell rang over and over again, Kaoru Ichijo just stood there and waited quietly, lowering his head and silently looking at his toes.

The phone was connected, and he spoke eagerly, but his tone was very soft.

"Hey, it's me. Well...no new unconfirmed life forms have appeared recently. Maybe I will have time to go to your place today." Ichijo Kaoru said, with a smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll call back later..."

Beside the corner, Sasayama saw what was happening here through a glass. Her expression became melancholy, she bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes sparkling.

After making the phone call, Ichijo returned to the office, and Sugita Morimichi happened to be here too.

Seeing him coming in, Sugita Morimichi immediately said: "One thing, the news from the Metropolitan Police Department is that the two newly equipped TRCS-2000 vehicles have been sent to the Joint Investigation Headquarters."

"I understand." Kaoru Ichijo responded, then thought for a moment and continued: "Officer Sugita, if you are free, would you be interested in sending the motorcycle to Sora with me?"

Sugita Morimichi's eyes lit up and he said with great interest: "No. 1 and No. 4? I'm very happy."

"You agreed so easily?" Ichijo Kaoru was a little surprised. After all, Sugita and Ryusuke didn't have a close relationship, and they hadn't even met Godai in person.

Sugita smiled, "Yes, Hazuki (Sugita's daughter) has always said that they saved their father, so they are good people! Moreover, I also want to apologize for shooting No. 4."

He recalled that when he was chasing No. 5 for the first time, he also listed No. 4 as a target.

"Um." A clear voice suddenly came from the door. Bashan saw some hesitant people leaning half in, "Mr. Ichijo, please come out."

Her expression looked very reserved, as if she was hiding something on her mind.

Kaoru Ichijo felt a little strange, but still followed him out.

The two people came to the corridor, the surrounding area was relatively empty, and almost no one passed by.

"At this time, people should think this is very rash..." Sasama said coquettishly when he saw his head lowered.

Then she took out a gift hidden behind her and wrapped it in exquisite wrapping paper with a beautiful bow tied with a red ribbon.

"But this..." Sasayama spoke bravely when he saw it.

"What is this?" Ichijo already guessed what it was.

Although he was very nervous inside, Sasayama still raised his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Ichijo, today is your birthday."

Kaoru Ichijo's expression froze for a moment, and then he simply refused.

"Thank you. But I'm sorry, I can't accept it."

Sasayama's expression suddenly became disappointed, and he slowly lowered his head, "Is this really the case? Mr. Ichijo, you already have someone you care about."

Kaoru Ichijo explained helplessly: "There is no such thing."

But Sasayama's mood was still very low, and Xuanxuan said with tears in her eyes: "Maybe he's not interested in me!"

"This is not your problem..."

Sugita Morimichi walked over from a short distance away and greeted casually: "Ichijo, I'm ready, let's go quickly."

Kaoru Ichijo couldn't say anything else, so he just bowed slightly and said politely to Sasayama, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Then Ichijou turned around and left, leaving here with Suita.

Police officer Huabashan wanted to persuade him to stay, but he didn't know what to say. He could only watch helplessly as Ichijo Kaoru's back disappeared before his eyes.

A figure stood in the distance, it was Hikari Enokida who was passing by from the lounge. When she saw this scene, she just shook her head and walked away.

…

Bunkyo District, polepole restaurant. 9: 37 am.

"Hit every time you move, hit every time..."

A brisk and fast rhythm is playing in the house, and a rhythmic dance is currently going on in the small and medium-sized restaurant.

Godai Yusuke stood in front of the counter, holding two chopsticks in his hand. In front of him were pots, pans and pots of different materials. The rest of the people - Ryusuke, Dad, and Nana - were sitting on the chairs outside the counter.

The audience listened quietly.

The chopsticks in the fifth generation's hands were tapping on the various containers in front of him at an extremely fast frequency. Each container would make a different sound when it was tapped. Along with the close tapping, there was a seemingly messy but extremely rhythmic sound.

The performance was staged like this.

The three people in the audience could not help but sway their bodies, nod their heads, and swing their legs to the rhythm, enjoying themselves greatly.

"Dang Dang~~!"

With the last two knocks of the fifth generation, this performance officially came to an end.

"Wow, that's great!" Nana, a loyal fan of five generations, immediately applauded and praised.

Godai scratched his head modestly, put down the chopsticks in his hands, and said to Ryusuke and the others: "This is my 1808th skill, stomp."

Ryusuke Higashino also knew something about this. When he was in college, he had a roommate who liked music, and he accidentally learned a little bit about it from him.

He pondered and said: "stomp... refers to physical knocking. I remember that this kind of street art was popular in the UK before, and the stomp band was also very popular."

Godai gave a thumbs up in appreciation, "Yes, I learned it during my trip to England last year. Ryuki-san knows a lot."

"It's amazing." Nana, whose eyes were filled with little stars, said with a nymphomaniac expression. She didn't know much about it, but she simply thought Godai was handsome.

"Really?" Godai smiled happily, "I'm going to Xiaomi's place to perform for the children today. It would be great if they could like it too."

"No matter who is around the fifth generation, they will feel happy." Nana said.

"Yeah……"

Nana suddenly walked up to Saburo Shitama and said in a arrogant manner: "How is it? It's awesome, uncle, it's called stomp."

"What the hell, I know how to do it." Saburo Shiyu, who had been silent all this time, curled his lips in disdain, and then suddenly started dancing, like a patient suffering from epilepsy, uttering vague onomatopoeia.

"Dong, click, click, click, click, click, click, click..." (For the specific scene, please refer to the picture of Lu Ziqiao performing b-box beatboxing in the bar.)

Seeing that his saliva was about to spurt out, Nana hurried away and said disgustedly: "Hey~ How can I use my mouth? Well, let's try it with a comb."
Chapter completed!