Never Not
Ch. 44: Police Transfer

"But, unfortunately, none of the fingerprints were detected in the cloth" Araki said in a phone call.

"really?" shohei asked in disbelief. Because as he remembered, the perpetrator had pulled his sleeve. "Is it possible ... does the perpetrator wear gloves?" he nodded while squinting his eyes.

"Yes, it's likely that way. Because from the results of the check, the device detects a small amount of tissue attached to the cloth."

"What does it read?" ask Shohei quickly.

"The skin" said the woman, "the perpetrator wore leather gloves."

Shohei's eyes widened. "What type?"

"I'm pretty sure he's wearing haki-type leather gloves.

"Yes, that's definitely the culprit. If the nurses' hands, they should be wearing latex gloves" Shohei said, nodding with confidence. "Arigatou gozaimasu, Araki-san."

Although he failed to know the identity of the perpetrator from fingerprints, but he was quite grateful to get the characteristics used by the perpetrator at that time. However, finding out the perpetrator with a speck of clues is like looking for a needle in a haystack. After all, there's more to it than the perpetrator of her self-punishment. That is, Mr. target. White and Black Shadow are next.

Shohei returns to his desk, then picks up a cell phone to contact Rai.

"Our next target should not escape scrutiny" Shohei ordered in a serious-sounding voice.

"Trust me" replied Rai who was hiding behind a wall. He appears to have lowered the front of the hat he was wearing before walking after someone to watch him. This will be part of their next move.

Not so cold afternoon, Yuriko returns to Shohei's apartment after finishing her college eyes. He also brought groceries containing fresh meat, vegetables, and some other kitchen spices purchased at a nearby supermarket. Yes, unlike this morning who only prepared ready meals, this afternoon he actually wanted to cook himself.

"Yes! This afternoon I'll make cream soup and steak meat my love for her. I'll prove that I can cook anything."

Yuriko started putting an apron on her body. He began to prepare spices and ingredients according to the instructions of recipes on the internet.

"100 ml of water." Yuriko reads the cooking instructions of cream soup. He took a glass of dagger and poured water according to the right dose. He bent down and aligned his head with the glass to monitor the movement of the water until it was completely calm. It turned out that the water he poured stopped at 90ml.

"10 ml more. Must fit the measure. Do not get too thick," he said while remembering the words of Rai earlier who said if the rice kare made by him the other day was too thick.

Yuriko poured the water back into the glass. Just little. However, the water content is 150ml.

"Why an advantage?" yuriko lamented. He wastes a little water with great care so that the dose becomes even 100 ml. Instead of matching the dose, the volume of water is reduced to 70ml.

"Aarghtts!" half the frustration. However, a second later his spirit flared back up as he recalled Shohei's eyes and smile curvature at him.

An hour later, Shohei decides to return to his apartment for lunch. Actually, he had no intention of going home, only that Yuriko called him and told him if lunch had been prepared. Not wanting to disappoint Yuriko who had prepared her lunch, she decided to go home.

Upon arriving at the apartment, Shohei was stunned to see the messy condition of the kitchen. Where the cooking utensils are still scattered on the cooking table, and the remaining pieces of vegetables are also scattered on the floor. This was inversely proportional to the situation this morning when the girl prepared breakfast for him.

Shohei finds Yuriko arranging the lunch menu at the dinner table.

This time, she really cooked by herself.

"Konnichiwa (good afternoon), Shohei-san," Yuriko said as soon as she saw Shohei's presence.

"Arigatou for his lunch" said Shohei, opening a thick coat attached to his body, then pulling up a chair and sitting on it, "woah, meat steak?" the thrill of seeing the hotel-style lunch menu served by Yuriko.

"Yes, meat steak. I bought fresh meat when I got home from college."

"Oh, yes, I forgot to give you some shopping money. Please tell me how much money you've spent, let me change it," said the man, thinning his lips.

"Ah, it's okay." Yuriko looked awkward, "rather than thinking about it, it's better to eat the food quickly while the cream soup is still warm," he said that he was impatient to know Shohei's reaction when eating dishes that drained his energy and patience.

"What about Yuriko-san herself?"

"Eh?" Yuriko was a little confused. However, before long he understood the man's intentions. "Ah, Shohei-san doesn't need to think about me. This is a menu I've dedicated to you. I ate at college anyway."

Shohei took out a knife and fork to begin tasting the meat steak. Surprisingly, he seemed to have difficulty when he was about to cut meat. To the point of having to use a little energy to slice the meat. Just by slicing he can guess the texture of the meat is not soft as when he ate at restaurants.

When Shohei brought the small piece of meat closer to his mouth, a faint scorched scent tickled his nose.

Shohei shook his head slowly then directly put the steak into his mouth. The man's eyes widened instantly as he slowly chewed on the steak meat.

"How does it feel? Is delicious?" asked Yuriko who saw Shohei's facial expression.

Pulling out a forced smile, the man simply nodded without saying anything.

"Ah, just eating my dishes she can be this cool. Surely my cooking this time is difficult to describe with words." Inner Yuriko was talking. The girl felt happy because she felt successful with her cooking this time.

Shohei forcibly swallowed the flesh that had not been completely destroyed in his mouth. This exceeded his expectations. The steak was very hard when it was bitten. Apparently, Yuriko cooked the meat with a full degree of maturity maybe even over cook.

I never ate meat this hard. If forced to finish off this steak, maybe my teeth can be all dislodged.

"Shohei-san, don't you like my cooking?" asked Yuriko who had been watching Shohei's look.

Shohei shook his head quickly. "Gomen ne Yuriko-san, actually .. I have a toothache," he replied.

"Huh? Oh, my God, I don't know. Well, then, you don't have to force yourself to eat these dishes." Yuriko immediately pulled the steak plate and it made Shohei relieved instantly. However, he instead handed the man a bowl of cream soup. "Now try this one. I'm cooking a pumpkin-based Italian cream soup."

"Arigatou, I'll try." Just saw the texture of the cream soup, has made the man's forehead back shrivel.

Shohei again satin while stirring the watery cream soup like a cup of warm milk.

I've only seen cream soup for the first time with a texture like this. It is even more suitable to say syrup than cream soup. He should not have to force himself to make European cuisine.

While putting a spoonful of cream soup into her mouth, Yuriko immediately pollinated her with questions.

"How does it feel?"

A few seconds later, the man said, "Oishi!"

At the time of saying that word, Shohei naturally pulled his lips with a face that was wrinkled as it held the salty taste.

"Ah, yokatta! (Thank God)" he sighed. However, the next second the girl even kicked the table suddenly to make Shohei gasp in shock. "I happened to cook it in a pot and it was pretty much. So, Shohei-san can eat it again at dinner later," he said as he moved his face forward.

Hearing that, of course, made Shohei's eyes buy with bated breath. Just a spoonful of cream soup taste it has made him suffer, let alone have to finish the pot.

Shohei has returned to his office. He headed to the Metropolitan Police Chief's room because he got a call from the Metropolitan Police official. The reason, the appearance of the man looks uracuran.

"I'm adding a new member to your devotion. He was young, agile, and deft. You can count on it" said the Metropolitan Police Chief.

Shohei frowned in wonder. The reason, the revision that is under the supervision of people is enough, and they are the detective of choice known for dexterity, accuracy, and prudence in work. That is why the division under his auspices is called the elite division. However, for some reason the Metro Police Chief even included a new person who has not been tested for football.

In the investigator's room, some policemen seemed annoyed to see the recently transferred policeman.

"Hey, why aren't you in uniform?" seto Tanaka told the police.

"I am a detective. A detective does not need a uniform, because a uniform will make it easier for him to be recognized as a police officer in a public space" he said in a tone full of emphasis.

Soon the door opened and all the police turned their heads when Shohei came in.

"Where's the new guy?" ask Shohei.

The policeman who was right behind Seto Tanaka then smiled slightly as he raised his hand.

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