Bingo (Tokyo) Fuchu City, Japan Police University indoor shooting range. . fastest update

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With the shooting range came one after another gunshots. Lin Xiu stared intently at the gun target in front of him, then pulled the trigger.

The pistol Lin Xiuyi used was a police Smith & Wesson m637 revolver issued by the Metropolitan Police Department. It is said that in the United States, the country of origin of this pistol, because of its low price and small size, it is very popular with female consumers. The National Police Agency's ability to see this pistol also took into account the smaller palms of Asians.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the six bullets in the reel were fired, Lin Xiuyi turned the muzzle down, removed the reel on the gun, and placed the pistol and reel on the table in front of him. After all this was done, Lin Xiuyi took off the goggles and earplugs he was wearing.

"Crack it!"

With the familiar sound of fingers breaking behind him, Yuan Zhizhu took the initiative to ask Lin Xiuyi:

"How's the grade, Xiu Yijun!"

"This... It's been a long time since the joint study, so..."

Lin Xiuyi said with some embarrassment.

As the automatic target paper in the distance slowly moved in front of Lin Xiuyi, Yuan Zhizhu curiously took off Lin Xiuyi's target paper and held it in his hand. Looking at the target paper with no trace in front of him, Yuan Zhizhu couldn't help but feel a little surprised...

"All... off-target..."

Yuan Zhizhu asked Lin Xiuyi in disbelief.

"This... it shouldn't be, I must have misread the target. I hit the bullet on someone else's target paper. In fact, my usual marksmanship is pretty good, but I haven't practiced much abroad in the past few months, so... Next time there is such an event, give me some time in advance so that I can get acquainted...haha!"

Lin Xiuyi explained to Yuan Zhizhu with an embarrassed look on his face, and he kept thinking about how to divert this embarrassing topic!

"It seems that the rumors about Xiu Yijun should be true!"

Yuan Zhizhu stared blankly at Lin Xiuyi, which made Lin Xiuyi feel a flurry of hairs in his heart.

"N... Nani? Rumors about me?"

Given his status as Inspector Yuan Zhizhu and the fact that he had not yet figured out how to explain Mingmei's matter, Lin Xiuyi asked nervously.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. I didn't ask Xiu Yijun to talk about business. I think it's almost time. Why don't we go back and have a drink together!"

Yuan Zhizhu did not respond to Lin Xiuyi's questioning, but deliberately changed the subject.

"Well... well, then according to the inspector's wishes, let's get out of here together!"

After Lin Xiuyi and Yuan Zhizhu handed over the pistols they received to the range manager, the two immediately returned to Yuan Zhizhu's car.

Although Fuchu City is a satellite city located in the western part of Tokyo, if you drive back to the city on the Chuo Expressway, it only takes 29 minutes to get back to the Azabu area, which is familiar to Gennatake. After the car got off the expressway, it drove for about ten minutes, and then Yuan Zhizhu, who was familiar with the road, parked the car in a courtyard without any obvious signs.

As soon as the two got out of the car, a staff member who knew Yuan Zhizhu stepped forward, first bowed to Yuan Zhizhu, and then took the car key that Yuan Zhizhu handed over.

After taking off their shoes at the entrance, Lin Xiuyi and Yuan Zhizhu entered a spacious box under the leadership of Wu's maid. As the plain sliding door was slowly pushed open, the maids brought Lin Xiuyi and Yuan Zhizhu to a table to sit opposite each other, and then served sencha to the two of them.

"That... Since I haven't visited the prosecutor for a long time, why don't I come here this time..."

Considering that Yuan Zhizhu might be in a bad mood because of Mingmei's incident, Lin Xiuyi took the initiative to pay the bill, but he obviously underestimated the rules here.

"Is there a chance next time? Only members and friends brought by members are entertained here. Even if you give money, they won't accept it..."

Yuan Zhizhu said lightly, then took off his jacket, raised his teacup and took a sip.

"Isn't it surprising why I asked you out..."

After Yuan Zhizhu put down the cup, he casually asked Lin Xiuyi.

"I'm sorry about Mingmei. I didn't mean to deceive you, the Inspector, and I didn't expect to say so many things later... So..."

Lin Xiuyi took the initiative to bring up Mingmei's matter. Although he thought it was difficult, he still wanted to let the supervisor know that the relationship between him and Mingmei was not that simple.

"Did you misunderstand something? I didn't ask you out because of this!"

"Eh?"

Just when Lin Xiuyi was still extremely entangled, Yuan Zhizhu denied that he asked Lin Xiuyi to come out for the sake of Mingmei, which made Lin Xiuyi a little surprised!

Just when Lin Xiuyi was about to continue his questioning, the voices of the maids suddenly came from outside.

"Excuse me, can we serve you now?"

"Please come in!"

After Yuan Zhizhu agreed, the sliding door of the room was gently pushed open, and two maids with trays stood up from the ground and came to Lin Xiuyi and Yuan Zhizhu's side respectively.

"Is this, Matsusaka beef?"

Looking at the familiar large piece of beef with marble patterns in front of him, Lin Xiuyi asked curiously.

"Hey, this is our unique A5 grade Matsusaka beef..."

The maid who was preparing food for Lin Xiuyi spoke to Lin Xiuyi with a proud face.

Lin Xiu nodded knowingly, then looked at Yuan Zhizhu, who was sitting across from him. I really don't know why Yuan Zhizhu invited him to eat at such an expensive place.

"Then... now you can tell me why!"

After the maids serving the two had all left the room~lightnovelpub.net~ Lin Xiuyi took the initiative to ask Yuan Zhizhu.

Yuan Zhizhu calmly picked up a piece of tallow and placed it on the iron plate in front of him, then motioned to Lin Xiuyi to be polite. After the tallow was melted by the heat of the iron plate, Yuan Zhizhu picked up another piece of beef with chopsticks and placed it on top.

"Xiu Yi-kun, do you have any research on Western painting?"

"Western painting?"

"Well... it's a Western painting! To be precise, a cursed Western painting!"

"The cursed Western painting? Do you believe in this too, Inspector?"

Lin Xiuyi asked back in surprise.

Yuan Zhizhu flipped the beef in front of him with his chopsticks, and then he pondered for a while before speaking seriously to Lin Xiuyi.

"Originally, I didn't really believe in such things as curses, but... Recently, a friend I've known for many years disappeared suddenly after buying a cursed Western painting..."