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Chapter 305 Dior never talked about Jianguo
"I'm really sorry, I had a little stress reaction to the rooftop.

On Saturday or Sunday, Mr. Qingze will go to the maid cafe. I will treat you to a meal as a thank you gift for this incident. "

Before Qingze reached the rooftop, his phone was already ringing. He opened it and found that it was an apology message from Reina Arakawa.

Have a stress reaction to the rooftop?

Qingze blinked. He always felt that the stress reaction here was related to some unhealthy comics, but he did not rule out that the monitor had some dark history.

In TV dramas or movies, senior students bullying lower-grade students are often closely related to rooftops.

"It's ok."

Qingze replied, "I will definitely go and have free afternoon tea when I have time."

Reina Arakawa quickly replied with a rabbit thumbs up emoticon, and OK popped up above her head.

Qingze looked at it but didn't reply to the emoji.

He already knows Reina Arakawa's habits. If he replies with an emoticon, Reina Arakawa will definitely reply with an emoticon.

It didn't matter whether Rena Arakawa wanted to chat or not, she would reply if there was news.

This kind of spirit of reading and re-reading is worthy of praise.

Qingze took back his phone and walked to the rooftop.

A strong wind blew in front of him, and he saw Tetsuji Hojo standing in front of the barbed wire fence, holding the net with his right hand and staring outside.

"The club building is not in that direction, what are you looking at?"

Qingze shouted.

Hojo Tetsuji turned his head and said with a serious face: "Aozawa, I feel like all my brain cells are dead, and I can't think of any plot.

The sweetness between Sayuri and I seemed to have ended in just a few words.

Damn it, drawing comics is so hard, can’t there be an easier way? "

"If you ask me about this kind of thing, I don't know."

Qingze threw the bread and coke at him and tried to make suggestions: "How about adding a fighting plot?

A powerful enemy or something appears and kidnaps Sayuri. You take a spaceship and embark on a journey to save Sayuri, recruiting partners, and interspersed with the sweet memories of you and Sayuri along the way. "

"this is not bad."

Hojo Tetsuji touched his chin. Although his mind was still empty and only had a general direction, it still cheered him up. He opened the bread and said, "I really want to thank you and Miss yesterday."

"It's ok."

Qingze smiled and opened the lunch box.

……

After lunch, Qingze went to a remote part of the school alone on the pretext that he wanted to take a nap.

There were no other classmates around.

Qingze used elemental displacement to turn himself into a gust of wind, and then used Schrödinger's Cat.

This wind blows from the campus to Shinjuku.

The sun is hiding behind thick white clouds, and the sunlight shines through the clouds on the streets of Shinjuku.

In front of Shinjuku Station, people are coming and going.

He turned into a gentle breeze and shuttled through the dense crowd. Nothing makes people feel more free than running fast in a crowded place.

After playing for a while, Qingze thought about it and blew it outside Jiamong's apartment.

He wanted to see what Chiyo had for lunch.

The wind penetrated through the second-floor window of Hisamatsu's apartment, and he peeked into the lunchtime life of the task force.

The dining table in the living room is covered with packed food.

Two meat, two vegetables, one soup.

The people present seemed very busy. Chiyo Morimoto was sitting on the sofa, eating with a spoon and looking through information.

Qingze got closer and found that it was a commentary on the Tao Te Ching.

The door to the room inside was not closed, and you could hear the slight sound of Sosuke Iwaki's hands typing on the keyboard.

Katarina, Kitano Takeshi, Ito Otome and others all seemed very busy, as if they couldn't even waste time eating.

Strange, don't they usually gather together to chat?

This thought flashed through Qingze's mind, and he heard Chiyo Morimoto biting a chicken leg and whispering.

"Damn bald!"

She complained and swallowed the chicken drumstick again.

Before Qingze could figure out the connection between "Tao Te Ching" and baldness, the door suddenly opened.

The petite Emily walked into the house accompanied by a middle-aged man with a big belly. Uninformed people saw this scene and thought they were a father and daughter.

The police chief noticed the lively scene in the room, and his tense expression softened a little.

As members of Congress collectively clamored, he realized he might be forced to step down.

He, who had always stayed above, began to go below to urge the progress of each case.

He plans to personally investigate any case and strive to make some achievements in the shortest possible time in order to silence the mouths of the congressmen.

Especially the National Public Security Commission.

The people who originally supported him have begun to waver.

In times of peace, the incompetence of a hawk-dog is no sin.

But at this time when talents are needed, if an incompetent person occupies the high position of the Eagle Dog, the people above him will feel inappropriate.

They need a ferocious tiger, not a weak sheep.

But the police chief didn't want to abdicate.

He was still young and even hoped to squeeze up there.

Among all the cases that the police chief is responsible for, only the case of the task force is the largest.

A little achievement can stop those people's mouths.

"Team Leader Emily, I know you are working very hard." The police director saw that they were checking information even while eating, and the original words of reprimand had to be changed.

The task force has already reached this point. We cannot say that we cannot even have time to eat and must work 24 hours a day.

"But Dior's matter is related to the destiny of the country. I hope you can work harder and not be limited to realistic thinking, but be bold in innovation and bold assumptions!"

The police chief paused and emphasized: “Only those who dare to think and practice their conjectures can know the specific way to get to heaven.

I paid a lot of money to hire you here for a while, but some people in the National Public Security Commission were very dissatisfied.

The next police chief may not hire a Russian. "

Emily's eyes darkened, understanding the subtext of the police chief.

At this critical moment of life and death, this person probably hopes that the task force can come up with some false information to deceive the higher-ups first.

Anyway, Dior is a person with super powers, so it is natural that the task force will make some false speculations. No one can guarantee that he will not make mistakes.

This behavior is undoubtedly drinking poison to quench thirst.

The current police chief doesn't care about that much. He just wants to produce results quickly and get through his crisis.

As for whether the results are true or false, those are not important.

If he steps down now, he will not only lose power, he may even lose his own life.

As the police chief, he knows too much.

"Please rest assured that I will never betray your trust."

Such an answer made the police director nod with satisfaction, raised his hand and patted her shoulder, and said sincerely: "I believe in your ability.

Remember, be bold to assume and verify, don’t be timid.

You guys keep busy, I'll go visit other places. "

"it is good."

Emily saw him off from Hisamong's apartment and watched the police chief's special car drive away from the street.

The smile on her face gradually faded.

"Oh, the power struggle is really annoying."

Emily's little face showed a trace of sadness.

She had to admit that there was some truth to what the police chief said.

That is, her identity as a Russian may affect the next police chief's view of her.

In the Western world, having such an identity means being ostracized and it is difficult to gain their trust.

This made Emily very depressed.

Because she has no sense of identity with Russia at all.

In an upper echelon where oligarchs are everywhere, knocking the bones and sucking out the marrow, Emily longs for a big turmoil in the country, like the October Revolution, to wipe out all the oligarchs and the president.

Of course, that's just an occasional thought.

She is not an idealist, and she does not have the consciousness to turn into firewood. It is impossible for her to return to the country and do such dangerous things.

Emily turned and walked up the stairs and opened the door.

No one on the task force is pretending to be busy anymore.

Chiyo Morimoto threw away the Tao Te Ching, crossed her legs and said, "Ah, I finally coped with the inspection above."

After saying that, she scooped up the chicken soup with a spoon and took a pleasant sip.

"Don't be too lax, be careful when he kills you with his carbine."

"Don't worry, the three streets outside the door are all under our surveillance."

Iwaki Sosuke's slightly satisfied voice came from inside.

Chiyo Morimoto put down the spoon and asked curiously: "Are you going to fabricate evidence to keep the police chief in office?"

"Of course it's impossible to forge it. If we listen to him, the task force will be completely tied to him."

Emily shook her head. She must not destroy her credibility with Jack. She would rather have no news than give false news.

"Iwaki, did the Dio National Salvation Committee do anything unusual?"

She wanted to know clearly when the police chief would step down.

"There is no unusual news about Rumi Yoshizawa, but I found that besides people from the CIA, there seem to be other people monitoring Rumi Yoshizawa's movements.

The backdoor of her computer system is simply a backdoor that everyone can do nothing about. "

Iwaki Sosuke replied truthfully.

As a senior hacker, he knew that hackers would leave traces more or less when they sneak into the system.

The difference is that some people can hide it perfectly and some people can't.

Emily frowned slightly and said, "Can those people find us?"

Iwaki Sosuke smiled and said: "Don't worry, they can find traces of other people, and it is impossible to trace us along the traces.

On the other hand, it is equally difficult for us to check them. "

"Okay, let's not worry about those people, just keep watching."

Emily walked to the dining table, knowing clearly that she could blatantly post Dior posts like that and leave messages in the comment section.

Rumi Yoshizawa is naturally easily targeted by other organizations. Perhaps they are all waiting for the implementation of that ridiculous plan.

Including Emily.

She also wanted to see how things turned out.

Qingze, who turned into the breeze, was a little confused.

There is a Dior National Salvation Committee in Japan, but Dior doesn’t know about it?

Who is that woman Yoshizawa Rumi?
Qingze did not remember authorizing anyone to use his vest as the name of the organization.

He moved towards the inner room, wanting to see where the Dio National Salvation Committee's stronghold was.

(End of this chapter)