The night is getting dark.

After get off work, Yasuhiro Mitsui did not take the last tram to go home.

Instead, he changed into a coat and walked to a bar in the commercial street of Arakawa District under the night.

This bar is very remote, with dull signs at the door and few guests.

There are only a few, sit at the bar and sip.

But even so, Yasuhiro Mitsui still chose to walk into a special private room in the store from the more remote side door.

You can hear the "Yiya" singing from the bar in the private room.

The idol team's concert is being played on TV.

In 2002, Japan had not yet emerged from the shadow of the bubble economy - sorry, it was not emerged until 2021 - the idol economy and lipstick economy have always been the object of Japan's support for development, but during the Showa period, idols gradually declined and entered the so-called "idol winter period", and the idol industry declined for a long time.

In the late 1990s, the Good Morning Girls group broke this cold winter in a more documentary way.

Goto Maki showed a sweet smile on the stage, singing and dancing.

It's hard to imagine that she's only 16 years old this year.

——She debuted at the age of 13 and became a hit with just one single.

——This is completely Lolita!

Yasuhiro Mitsui has never been interested in such idols, and he cannot recognize who the song is. He just took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to walk in.

There is actually a compartment in this small private room.

The moment he stepped into the compartment, Yasuhiro Mitsui could no longer hear the sweet singing of his idol.

There was only the flowing sound of the wine pouring into the cup, and the increasingly intense heartbeat that echoed in his ears.

"Sang, the inspector, you are coming later than the agreed time."

There was a small round table in the compartment, and the lights above the head were dim.

Sitting at the round table, Maruyama Ryunosuke's confidant Ueda Sho had been waiting for a long time.

"Please sit down."

Sho Ueda poured a cup of whiskey and placed it opposite the round table - this position was originally prepared for Yasuhiro Mitsui.

Yasuhiro Mitsui shook his head: "No, I won't sit."

Sho Ueda sneered: "Ah? We have already informed us of the news that Akaba Consultant left. Is it possible now...I want to pretend to be noble?"

The tone is sarcastic and has a very "Great Onmyoji".

Yasuhira Mitsui was not angry when he was ridiculed like this.

"What do I want?"

"Don't worry, our Maruyama Club has always been confident."

Sho Ueda took out two thick kraft envelopes and handed them to Yasuhiro Mitsui.

"A little care is not respectful."

"The intelligence of several hostile groups is here too."

Yasuhiro Mitsui frowned: "This is different from what he said."

There was not so much in the original transaction, it was just a money that could alleviate his urgent needs.

The benefits of the sensation are not that delicious.

Unless, they have bigger attempts.

"This is a new deal, Mitsui San."

Sho Ueda smiled slightly: "It seems that your Akaba consultant has indeed left Arakawa District, which means you are very honest and my elder brother is very satisfied."

"So, in the next week, please call the police around Goto Takekuen to a little bit."

"May I?"

"I......"

Yasuhira Mitsui's thick eyebrows frowned deeper, and he opened his dry lips, wanting to refuse.

"Don't worry, I heard that San Mitsui, you have been stuck in the inspection minister for several years. Do you really don't want to go any further?"

"As long as you become the police department, your seriously ill wife will have any medical expenses, right?"

"What do you want to say?"

Before he knew it, Yasuhiro Mitsui's voice was dull and his throat was dry.

"To be honest, our Maruyama Club and the Metropolitan Police Department can also speak."

"I don't need you to do anything, as long as you turn a blind eye and react slowly. Good to everyone, isn't it?"

After hearing this, Yasuhira Mitsui could no longer speak.

Thinking of his wife on the hospital bed, thinking of his position that had reached the ceiling with his education... I just felt that he was already surrounded by a ubiquitous darkness, and no matter how he escaped, he could not escape.

"I just want to ask, can the news about Akaba Consultant be sure?"

Sho Ueda smiled even brighter, and his reaction to the police officer was not surprising.

"Of course, we are also worried about his settlement of the autumn future. That's the Ghost Red Feather!"

"But as long as he never comes back...will everything be fine?"

"Mitsui Sang, you should have heard some news, right? Why did these incidents happen in Arakawa District, but its source is Meguro District, which has the most dissatisfaction with Akaba Consultant. You also have an answer in your heart."

“…”

Four or five minutes later, Yasuhiro Mitsui walked out of the bar.

He wrapped himself in his coat and walked on the way home.

The envelope without temperature was in the coat, but it was as hot as a soldering iron.

The police officer with thick eyebrows lit a cigarette, and the flames of the cigarette butts flickered in the night.

The smell of tobacco penetrates the nose, pungent, but it can calm the heart a little.

Yasuhira Mitsui remembered that when he first graduated from the police academy, he had made an agreement with his classmates to uphold justice, protect the weak, seize all the evil people, and let them receive the punishment they deserve.

Be a...good policeman!

But when did everything start and change its taste?

Is it when my first wife suddenly fell seriously ill and it was difficult for her to maintain a family that was not rich?

Did it start with Jidao’s first private visit?

Or, is the conversation that the boss suggests begins?

Yasuhira Mitsui didn't know, he only knew...

The boy with light eyes and fire in his heart had long died, dead in a corner where no one cares about it.

He knew very well that there would be a second time when there was such a thing.

It’s like stepping into the mud, the more you struggle, the deeper you will fall in this suffocation.

Every time he went further towards destruction, but he could no longer stop.

"This damn world!"

"Damn it! Damn..."

Yasuhira Mitsui cursed fiercely.

"Damn..."

As he cursed, he burst into tears.

Tears and sweat mixed together and could no longer tell each other.

He wiped away the tears with a handkerchief, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and ran over the leather shoes.

The fire extinguished, and Yasuhiro Mitsui turned around.

The back completely merged into the night.

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At home, Ryo Ashiya naturally didn't know Yasuhira Mitsui's complex mood.

On the panel at this time.

[[Martial Arts](Proficient)(87/100)]

[[Preview](Proficient)(98/100)]

Reading this skill is on the verge of breaking through.

And martial arts are also very close to the master's realm.
To be continued...