"Could Officer Sato have been trying to shoot him, and that curly-haired man stopped her?"
Thinking of the positions of the bullet hole and the pit in the mud, then of the state those people had been in at the time, Officer Takagi broke out in a head full of cold sweat. If no one had stopped her back then, Officer Sato really would have shot the criminal dead...
"Takagi."
A voice suddenly came from beside him, cutting off his thoughts.
Officer Takagi raised his head with cold sweat all over his forehead, and found himself meeting a pair of deeply suspicious eyes.
Officer Shiratori stared at him darkly, as if interrogating a criminal. "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about something to do with Officer Sato all by yourself?"
Officer Takagi quickly scratched his head, pointed at the screen, and played dumb with a laugh. "I-I was just thinking, last time I dressed like that, Officer Sato almost beat me up. But this guy's actually completely fine!"
"Yeah." He had happened to hit on the point Officer Shiratori cared about. Shiratori Ninzaburo's expression turned grave. He only felt that the Sato Miwako Defense Line was facing its most severe challenge in history. He took a deep breath. "Let's watch first."
The other colleagues finally came to their senses too. They slapped their thighs and flew into a rage. "He actually dressed up as Matsuda, trying to win Sato's heart with such a shameless method—this sly bastard can never be forgiven!"
But speaking of which, why did Officer Sato look like she was getting along with him just fine? When you ran into a counterfeit who had disguised himself as her white moonlight, shouldn't she have punched him hard, then ripped off his wig and used it as