MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 52 Easton Manor 1

"Xinhai police officer, good morning!" The young policeman smiled and greeted Xinhaikong enthusiastically, but was gently pushed by another policeman beside him, and the whole person staggered forward.

Another little policeman stretched out his hand to support the other party, leaned close to the other party's ear, and tried to speak in a very low voice - but in fact Xin Haikong could hear it clearly, "Don't call the police, the Xinhai police officer has been promoted again. "

Xin Haikong smiled helplessly and said hello, flipping the cardboard box in his hand.

"Officer Xinhai, do you need us to help you carry it?" The two little policemen were very enthusiastic.

"No, thank you. The case is light."

Xin Kaikong crossed them with a smile and continued to walk forward.

The same thing happened too many times along the way.

Keeping the old-fashioned man's attire all the time is profitable most of the time, but sometimes it's maddening, especially when everyone has to say hello to him.

Today is his second day back from Osaka, Tuesday.

Although he was reluctant, he still had to come back to work as a social animal.

As soon as he came back, his former boss in the foreign affairs department had already asked someone to call him over to inform him of his promotion.

After solving the Hakuma-gumi incident, the phantom thief Kidd case, successfully cracking the Osaka serial murder case, and having a significant positive impact on the public, Shin Kaikong's past achievements finally made him an extraordinary promotion from the top of the Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department.

The ex-boss's empty check, which I don't know how long ago, has finally been cashed.

Xin Haikong was reassigned from the search section, but not back to the foreign affairs section - after all, he can't replace the job of his old boss.

Instead, he was promoted to the General Affairs Division of the Ministry of Public Security as a counselor.

To put it bluntly, the specific work is the secretary of the Minister of Public Security, helping with some daily work, occasionally assisting in the command of some major cases, or the crime countermeasures of special organizations.

In fact, it is similar to his previous work in the special search of the headquarters in the Hashima group.

The pressure must be great, but the good news is that he finally doesn't have to go to the front line again, and he doesn't have to face the little detective death anymore!

For Xinhaikong, rounding up such a life is already equivalent to retirement life.

When there are no major cases, his daily job is basically to sort out the reports of daily meetings and write a speech for the Minister of Public Security.

The days become free at once, and a lot of time is left to squander.

Of course, Xin Haikong has never been a person accustomed to wasting time.

Since the last time he suddenly entered the plot point, Xin Haikong has been very vigilant about this aspect. Maybe he will be taken back to Dongda University by the system. Of course, it is also possible to take the national civil servant class I exam. .

Either one is hard work.

Although his intelligence level is barely above the average level, and he was considered a top student in high school in the past, after all, he has graduated for many years, and some things may really be returned to the teacher.

Even though Xin Haikong has memorized all the questions of these two large-scale exams one after another in the past few days, he is still in a panic.

If he doesn't take advantage of this free opportunity to pick it up, it is very likely that he will be forced to GG because he can't get into the University of Tokyo, causing the timeline to be confused.

So you can see that on an ordinary Friday afternoon, the sun shines through the gaps in the blinds.

In the office of a certain counselor of the General Affairs Division of the Public Security Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, a young man with black hair who should not be in this position is burying his head in writing the minutes of the meeting. He took out a 5×5 word notebook from his pocket and carried the words seriously.

The burden of life bent his waist, and the young policeman leaned on the desk tiredly, with a red mark on his forehead, and his eyes were still looking at the word book under the desk.

Because of the hard work in the past few days, he even boiled red blood in his eyes.

His subordinates thought that the new boss was too dedicated, and no one knew that the report on his desk was a pile of math problems and densely written scratch paper.

It's sad but I don't know why it's kind of funny.

"Knock! Knock! Knock! Officer Xinhai, are you inside?"

There was a sudden knock on the door of the office, and Xin Haikong quickly put the word book in his hand back into the inner pocket of the police uniform.

While flattening the minutes of the meeting on the table, he sat up straight, and solemnly replied:

"I'm here, please come in."

The person who came in was a policeman about the same age as Xin Haikong, who was also a civilian and was considered his subordinate.

"Officer, here are the minutes of the minister's latest round of meetings. We've sorted it out and need your final summary."

Xin Haikong watched the other party holding a thick meeting minutes book on the corner of the table, blood dripping from his heart.

God knows why the minister of the Ministry of Public Security has so many things to say at the meeting. Don't you know what it means to cherish words like gold?

If it goes on like this, he's really going to go back to the winery soon - not a threat, because he needs enough time to study!

He was still serious on the surface, "Is there anything else?"

The little policeman nodded and put the document in the other hand on Xin Haikong's desk, "This is the latest report received by the Ministry of Public Security, and it has something to do with a manor outside Tokyo. We sorted it out. Please take a look at the relevant information."

manor?

Xin Haikong frowned, the tip of his tongue pushed up, and his upper lip bulged a little.

"I know, you go down first."

He watched as the little policeman walked out of the office and opened the document sent by the other party.

This document was probably passed on by a policeman who did not know what small organization he was undercover.

Most of the undercover agents dispatched by the Metropolitan Police Department are affiliated with the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, which is a department with similar functions to the public security police but very different.

And the position he is sitting in now is basically the position that the organization hopes he can sit in the most, and it is also the dream of the organization's lifelong struggle for undercover officers in the Metropolitan Police Department.

All information, as long as he wants, can be passed out or suppressed through his hands.

At least this time he has quietly suppressed a lot of information about the organization.

This is a simple matter to do. The minister of the Ministry of Public Security is very old, and most of the documents will not be read directly. They are all distributed to the division heads or counselors under his hands to solve.

Each section head has his own affairs to deal with, so most of the documents are handed over to the counselor to deal with.

Counselors also need to deal with a large number of documents every day. Not every document is worth looking at them one by one, and it is often only after the screening of the staff that they can be presented to the counselor's desk.

Xinhaikong took advantage of a small loophole in such a process.

Since most of the documents will only stay in the hands of the police at the bottom, and will not be passed up, the information of the organization can also be the same.

These people who have been immersed in the workplace for many years have always been self-righteous "speculation".

In addition to some particularly important information, for general documents, they will subconsciously upload those that leaders like to see and are interested in, and suppress those that leaders hate.

Xin Haikong only needs to show no interest in the documents in this area in the first few days of taking office, and if there are similar documents after that, the people below will not submit it, and the information of the organization is suppressed in this way. .

Even if something goes wrong in the future, when the above investigation is carried out, they will only find those who are self-righteous and "speculate" and suppress the document, instead of finding Xin Haikong, who "doesn't know anything".

The document presented to him in front of him should be the result selected by the people under his hand.

The document outlines that Easton Manor, outside Tokyo, appeared to be hosting a cocktail party on Friday night, where there might be an illegal trade in a drug.

Yes, "some kind of drug".

This is the original text of the information passed by the undercover agent on the document.

What kind of drug is a drug? Do you want your boss to do the cloze for you?

His recent cloze in English is really to the point of vomiting...

The information in this document is sparse, and it is suggested that the undercover gentleman and Amuro learn how to be an undercover agent.

Information like this is something that no other counselor will take a second glance at.

Xin Haikong lost interest after a quick glance. Wouldn't it be nice for him to take a nap during this arctic time?

But out of a cautious character, he still turned a few pages down at a glance, with a list of the guests to be invited to this reception, which his subordinates helped to investigate.

Xin Haikong saw some interesting names in it, such as Jiroji Suzuki, and Keigo Atobe, and—

!

Xin Haikong's eyes froze on those words, and he sat up straight.

On this form, it was written in black and white, Saichiro Ishida.

Saichiro Ishida.

The name of the deceased in the first case Xin Haikong encountered on the Shinkansen was Eiichi Ishida, and the full name of his son who was also present was Saiichiro Ishida.

If he Xinkaikong remembers correctly, the reason why he met Shuichi Akai in that remote hot spring hotel before was also because of Saiichiro Ishida.

Saichiro Ishida seemed to be escaping something, so he hid in a hot spring hotel in the mountains alone.

And when Akai Shuichi explained why he was there, the reason he gave seemed to be...

Xin Haikong tried to recall the situation at that time, and the sentence resurfaced from the diluted memory:

What Akai Shuichi said at the time was clearly—that guy has a clue of medicine!

medicine.

Illicit trade in a drug at Easton Manor.

"A certain kind of drug", what else can it be, isn't this the organization's drug?

Xin Haikong directly used the police's intranet to call up the final report on the case on the Shinkansen at that time.

After he solved the case at that time, because he didn't understand the situation at all, he just found a reason to leave the scene, and now he can only rely on the report to check the clues of Ishida Eiichi.

Fortunately, this report is detailed.

The deceased was named Ishida Eiichi, the president of a large pharmaceutical company in Tokyo, 49 years old this year. His wife, Ishida Hideko, is a 28-year-old full-time housewife. The only son, Ishida Saichiro, is 23 years old this year and has no fixed occupation.

The murderer's name is Tanaka Shimo, the former president of a pharmaceutical company who failed to compete with Ishida Eiichi and finally went bankrupt. He hated Eiichi Ishida because of his business relationship and killed him.

This is a very common Conan-style three-choice murder.

The only thing special is Eiichi Ishida's occupation, the president of a large pharmaceutical company.

Is there an organized medicine in Ishida Eiichi's hand?

[Congratulations to the host, successfully triggering the main task four. 】

The system's prompt sound suddenly sounded in his head, and Xin Haikong was keenly aware of the difference in the wording used by the system.

[Wait, what is called, "trigger"? What if I don't trigger? If I don't pay attention to this file, the main quest 4 will not appear? 】

[Yes, in the whole game, you need to complete at least ten main missions in total. 】

[The first three main quests belong to the novice protection period, and the system will actively prompt them. 】

[Starting from the fourth quest, the system will not automatically prompt for non-mandatory main quests. 】

In other words... Shinkai slowly opened his eyes.

[If after the game is over, I don't trigger a sufficient number of main quests, will I still? 】

【You will still be eliminated. 】

fuck!

[Why wasn't such a provision mentioned at the very beginning? 】

【You didn't ask either~】

Xin Haikong laughed angrily.

Even so, what difficulty can it be?

The several tasks released by the system are all close to the winery tasks, and their internal consistency is too good to guess.

Nothing more than trying to do everything possible to grow the winery.

In this case, he will have to rack his brains in the future to contact the organization and the struggle between the red and black sides, and take the initiative to collide with the main line.

Can no longer passively pursue the rest time of social animals.

[So what is the main quest? 】

[The main task 4 is now officially released: Please help the organization deal with the "medicine" that strays abroad. 】

Sure enough, the main quest released by the system was exactly the same as what he deduced.

If he wants to accomplish this task, I'm afraid it's not enough to rely on him alone...

Xin Haikong took out the cell phone that Gin gave him from the inner pocket of the police uniform - it was indeed placed with the word book.

He opened the text message, flipped his fingers, and quickly compiled the information he had on hand into a text message and sent it out.

A minute later, he received a reply from Gin.

·

As night fell, the Tokyo suburbs were not bothered by the city lights, and the darkness covered it so intensely and straightforwardly that it was a little breathless.

There is only a dim light at the entrance of the manor not far away. Drivers who are not familiar with the road section may not be able to find this place at night.

Under the dim yellow light, the huge black iron gate cast a mottled shadow on the redstone brick road.

A black sedan approached slowly, and was stopped by a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo at the door.

The window of the car was lowered by a small slit, and a red-backed invitation was handed out from inside.

The middle-aged man took the invitation and glanced at it, lowered his head again, handed it back, and got out of the way.

"Please follow the signs to turn left after driving forward for a certain distance."

In the car, the passenger seat is Xin Haikong.

He was wearing a straight, pure black suit, and the carefully selected shoulder pads made his shoulders much wider. He bought a size up to be able to fit enough things into the clothes to change the external shape.

Xin Haikong is now much stronger than before.

"Officer, are we really going to do this?"

The one who was driving was Xin Haikong's new subordinate, the young policeman who was about the same age as him. His full name was Yamamoto Ye, and Xin Haikong used to call him Yamamoto.

"You don't need to go in, just wait outside with peace of mind."

Xin Haikong suppressed his impatience and maintained the shell of Mr. Haohao,

"I still need your support, please believe in yourself, Yamamoto-kun."

"Hi!"

As soon as Yamamoto was excited, he didn't have time to change the gear, and the car turned off in the middle of the road.

He hurriedly apologized and tried to restart the car, but unfortunately the busier he got, the more wrong he got, and the car stayed in place for a long time.

Xin Haikong put his hand on the opponent's hand on the gear and helped him re-engage.

"Don't be too nervous, it'll be alright."

He was comforted by his seniors who were about the same age as him, but with so much higher rank, Yamamoto's face flushed red, and he nodded quickly.

Xin Haikong took out the mobile phone from the small bag he was carrying and held it in his hand.

He had too many things on his body, and the suit that was originally one size larger had also been tailored.

Because it is too close to the body, the pockets of clothes and trousers have become decorations, and when you put things in them, they will bulge out unsightly.

His cell phone can only be put in the bag. Now that it's almost here, it's more convenient to hold it in your hand.

The car restarted, and Xin Haikong's eyes fell out of the window.

Along the road side by side, there are dim yellow street lamps, the light color is very dim, and the illuminated range is correspondingly small.

At least from the car, you can only see the sides of the road, and you can't see it at all.

The darkness like ink dyed is like a dark beast waiting quietly with its mouth wide open, which is terrifying.

Such a rich manor does not have the money to install a brighter street lamp?

Xin Haikong couldn't help laughing when he thought of this. I'm afraid no one will believe it.

He rubbed the invitation letter in his hand, and his thumb slid across the rounded corners of the invitation card. The dark red back cover was covered with light golden patterns, and the texture of the tentacles was very rich.

This is what he asked the Minister of Public Security from the person in charge of the reception at Easton Manor.

The party at the reception didn't seem to care about the identity of the new sea and air police officer at all, but was very interested in his aura of graduating from Dongda University and the title of the youngest police officer.

As early as when he was looking through the list of invitations to be invited to the reception, he had noticed that the identity of the guests was either rich or noble, either the person in power of a certain consortium or a high-ranking government official. The person in charge of the reception seems to be consciously inviting some celebrities with great social influence.

And his identity on the open side can be considered to be available, as long as the minister can help with a word, Xin Haikong successfully got the invitation letter for this reception.

"Officer, are we going to turn the corner?"

Xin Haikong raised his eyes and looked forward. The front was blocked by a huge, similar to a flower bed, and there was darkness in front of him.

The original road was divided into two forks, and the sign in front of it clearly showed a left direction arrow.

"Turn left."

Just like the housekeeper at the gate told them.

When Xin Haikong took the document submitted by Yamamoto to go to the minister, and on the grounds that he was interested in this so-called "some kind of drug", he took the initiative to ask Ying to take over the task, the other party showed a trace of sarcasm and sarcasm. Disdain smile.

The wrinkled boss looked at Xin Haikong with a smile. He had been in the workplace for many years. It's a pity not to take pictures.

First, praise, yin and yang of praise.

"Officer Xinhai, I can see that you are indeed very passionate, and you are particularly motivated in your work. There are not many young people who are as serious and motivated as you these days!"

Then take care of your body, and lead the conversation to getting more rest.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at your eyes, they are full of red blood. Oh! Really, although you are young, you can't completely ignore your body. When you are old, you will know the benefits of resting a lot. "

Then put on your credentials and offer a veiled critique.

"Young man, after all, he just came out of school, and he still feels that he is still carrying it in an ivory tower. He has little social experience, and he doesn't know the reason why it is easy to break. Sometimes, you still need to know how to turn a blind eye. The benefits of closing one eye, Xin Hai, do you think so?"

In the end, it was pointed out euphemistically that the Ministry of Public Security of the Metropolitan Police Department would not have any concerns about this. It doesn't matter whether the mission of the new sea and air is completed or not.

"If you're really interested in this place, it's okay to play in the past. Don't be under too much pressure."

In fact, whether the minister or other counselors, the reason why they would turn a deaf ear and turn a blind eye to this matter is very understandable.

In the eyes of their old fritters, this was a thankless chore.

The people who go to the party are all celebrities and nobles. At such a party, even if something really happened, no one would dare to say it outside.

Whenever Xin Haikong offends one of them, his future career path will be very difficult.

If Xin Haikong is really an ordinary young policeman full of self-motivation and sense of justice, full of desire for justice.

That boss is so irresponsible, bullying the soft and fearing the hard, it will undoubtedly be a great blow to his professional beliefs and life values.

Fortunately, Xin Haikong is not the kind of person imagined in the Minister's mind at all.

The reason why he took this case was not out of a sense of justice and responsibility.

It's like the poor boss doesn't even know that the red blood in his eyes is not because of hard work, but because of fishing and studying hard while working.

Xin Haikong pretended to be unbelievable, his eyes were reddish and his eyes were rebellious.

The minister nodded knowingly, and still helped him find the person in charge and asked for an invitation letter.

"The minister, I'll go out first."

The minister nodded amiably, guessing that Xin Haikong was really pleasing to the eye, and finally he couldn't help but mention a few words.

"Don't conflict with others in it, you are still young, alas!"

conflict?

How to let the minister know that he didn't go in to catch private transactions that violated the law and discipline. He himself is to trade.

The Metropolitan Police Department is unwilling to pay attention to this matter, which is the best news for him.

Since it is possible to blatantly fail, that is really great.

Xin Haikong looked out the window at the constantly changing dim street lights, the mottled light and shadow sprinkled on his face, his handsome features were wrapped in the soft light, and a soft smile appeared on that warm face.