And the horse leaned against the police car, slowed down a little, and then looked up at the Dongdu police station in front of us.
"Is this the police station to be bombed this time..." he said.
Sato''s inspector directly panicked out of the Kyushu accent: "don''t blow up!"
"I''m kidding." And the horse waved, "by the way, I want to call my... Er, family, no problem?"
"It''s not criminal detention, no problem. Go to the office and use our phone. "
And Ma: "wait a minute, isn''t it in line with the rules? Shouldn''t there be a special phone for outsiders? "
"It may be true in Tokyo, but look at our police station building. It''s a building left over from the pre war to the present. We''ve been using it all the time. Do you think there will be a single room dedicated to calling criminals?"
And Ma looked up at the police station again. Indeed, the traces of years can be seen with the naked eye.
"All right, just call." Talk to ma.
"Don''t worry, we''re not interested in your call."
And Ma shrugged. In fact, he didn''t have any secret to say. He just wanted to call to see if baonaimei could come and get him out.
Yulong banner will go to war tomorrow, but it was still at the police station overnight the night before, which will definitely have an impact on tomorrow''s state.
Now he and ma have seen at least two threatening strongmen. The Kendo level of Wusuo Yoshihiro is higher than him, with special entries. Xiadaoye has no special entries, but the Kendo level is also real.
After all, xiadaoye was born in a police family. It''s normal to be strong in kendo.
But xiadaoye didn''t go to the University of Tokyo, which means he couldn''t enter the police station and become the class of gold watch group to pick up his father.
Of course, generally speaking, the successor should be the eldest or second son, and the third son can play wild.
But xiadaoye pays so much attention to the internal affairs of the police department. I''m afraid he doesn''t have a heart to enter the police department and inherit his father''s mantle.
Theoretically, it is possible. If you can be the head of the search class, and then go straight to the Minister of criminal affairs, there is still a little chance to be promoted from the police department to the police station.
Xiadaoye has a slightly bigger chance of success with his father on his back.
The permanent police department like the white bird criminal police can only rise to a higher level after retirement. On the day of upgrading, they pack up and go home. Their wives and children are hot on the Kang.
This xiadaoye is expected to be very eager to defeat the and horses who have been in the limelight in front of the police in the past year. This is more or less a qualification. It is estimated that he can boast with his father and brothers when he takes it home.
Besides these two people, who knows how many strong people there are on the Yulong flag tomorrow.
I have to maintain my perfect competitive state.
He made up his mind with Ma and walked to the police station with great strides. As he walked, he turned back and asked, "if you want to go to the office, which way will you go after you go in?"
Misaki Sato inspected the minister, following up with the horse, pointing to the corridor on the right side of the door, and then quipped, "your familiar attitude really goes into the police station."
He shared with the horse: "I didn''t want to come by myself. It''s called peace of mind when I come. By the way, I''m a little hungry after a fight. Does your police station provide supper? "
"Yes, yes, but the logistics section of our police station only provides Ramen at night." Sato inspection minister touched his stomach, "I''m a little hungry, too. Can I ask for more?"
"OK." Nod with the horse.
At this time, Sato''s partner, the little policeman who had only been in business for three years, asked curiously, "they all say that the police station in Tokyo is rich enough to give prisoners meat, really?"
He nodded with Ma: "really, but it also depends on where the police station is. The police station in Kanda, which was bombed before, is relatively poor and can only give pork chop rice. Like the police station in shitiangu District, they will give prisoners Matsuzaka steak. "
Although Shitian Valley District is on the edge of Tokyo, it is close to Kanagawa Prefecture, which is the main stage of slam dunk master.
However, Shitian Valley is not a "junction of urban and rural areas", but a famous rich area in Tokyo.
The young policeman opened his eyes: "Matsuzaka steak? I can count the number of times I have eaten Matsuzaka cattle by one hand, okay? "
"He must be talking nonsense. You don''t have good Kung Fu. When you get to my age in the police station, you can see at a glance whether the people in front of you are talking nonsense." Sato, the inspector general, paused and looked at he ma. "Even the police station in Shitian Valley can''t be as rich as the nakasaka steak to entertain people. At most, it''s just ordinary and beef steak!"
"Wait a minute," he ma Fuer said. "If you want to deny, you''ll deny it all at once. Don''t flow half."
Inspection minister Sato spread his hands: "I don''t know what kind of life the rich people in Shitian Valley in Tokyo live, and what about the police in Shitian valley. I''m not afraid you say I haven''t been out of Kyushu Island for so many years. My son is yelling all day about going to Tokyo to see the world. "
During the conversation, the three walked through the long corridor to the office.
Through the window of the office, you can see that the Chinese bus with all the people in the Japanese Kendo Department has just opened in.
"Don''t look, call quickly, and then take notes when it''s time. After a snack, I''ll give you a clean bed." Sato inspector urged.
And Ma nodded, then began to touch their pockets, turned for a long time and didn''t turn to the note paper in their memory.
On the note paper was written the front desk telephone number of yuzao and baonaimei''s hotel where they stayed today, as well as the room number they booked.
As long as you call the front desk and ask the front desk to transfer the room, you can contact the girls.
It''s very convenient now that there is no mobile phone.
In two years, the pager will become popular - and everyone will call the pager BPR in his life. At that time, the sign of the big boss was a briefcase in his hand with BPR and car keys on his waist.
But it''s not time yet. He ma can only continue to write down the phone number with notepaper.
Then he felt all his pockets now and couldn''t find the paper.
——No, there''s no way to contact Bonaparte.
Looks like I can only sleep at the police station tonight.
And Ma can''t help complaining that the police in Fukuoka won''t do anything. You see, in Tokyo, I beat up all American planes and won''t be left in the police station for the night. It''s good to be here. If you fight, you must sleep in the police station for one night.
Fortunately, yuzao will come to dream in the evening. At that time, let her come early in the morning with baonaimei in her dream.
But yuzao they should sleep in a room tonight. They sleep well at night. Early tomorrow morning, yuzao directly blasts baonaimei to the police station. No one calls. I don''t know how yuzao will explain to baonaimei.
Sato inspection minister looked nearby and stood still in front of the phone like Ma Muren. He asked suspiciously, "what''s the matter? Forget your home phone number? "
He and ma have an idea - you can call Tongsheng Taoist temple. Yuzao has no choice. She must have left the hotel phone and room number at home. Just let qiandaizi look for it.
He ma started dialing. He first pressed the Tokyo area code. As a result, the phone directly started a busy tone.
"What''s going on? I just pressed... "
And Ma looked back at Sato in doubt.
Sato pressed his forehead hard: "dry, forget, recently someone here stole a long-distance call to Tokyo to order songs on the radio, which led to the explosion of telephone charges this month, so the boss stopped the long-distance function..."
What the hell?
"Why call Tokyo radio station to order songs?"
Ask the horse.
"Eh? What''s the problem? " The young policeman who still doesn''t know his name with Ma is puzzled. "I listen to those radio stations and often say, ''here''s a call from Sapporo readers''. Sapporo people can call, and Fukuoka people can call to order songs, isn''t it strange?"
Talking with Ma Zha, he just finished cooperating with saoni music. He lived with a group of saoni Music Musicians in Wenquan street for three weeks and listened to a lot of inside information about the music industry.
After the release of his new single, the marketing department will go to some radio stations with wide coverage and large audience.
Most of the songs from such remote places are "embedded advertisements" put by the tape publisher.
Looks like a guy took this seriously.
He will be born decades later. It is estimated that he will take the qiafan ads of up owners seriously and think that these ups are really playing their mobile games of video.
While thinking like this with Ma, the old policeman sitting at the desk near the water dispenser turned around with a water cup.
"There are new developments in this matter. The prisoner seemed to be inspired by the deeds of Tongsheng and Ma and wanted to write songs. Then he found a friend and made a tape, full of hope that it would sell well.
"But it backfired. The tapes couldn''t be sold at all. My friend lost all his money in order to pursue his dream.
"So he came up with a way to call the radio station to order songs.
"Only our radio station in Fukuoka is OK. It doesn''t cost much to make a few calls, but Fukuoka''s station can only cover Fukuoka and some surrounding areas. He thinks the effect is not good.
"So he stared at the big radio stations covering the whole country."
The old policeman said this with great interest. Finally, his mouth was dry. He picked up his tea cup and took a big sip.
Inspection minister Sato took advantage of this gap to comment: "is there such a thing? I don''t know whether to call this man stupid or praise him for having a dream. "
The old policeman shook his head: "if he hadn''t thought of the bad idea of making a long-distance call to Tokyo to order songs with the police station, I could give him a thumbs up for his courage to pursue his dreams."
And Ma suddenly remembered to eat Ramen today. Huacheng''s reservation was made by telegram one day in advance.
In this age, long-distance telephone charges are very exaggerated.
It seems that the Dongdu police station was badly picked up by the dream chasing youth, or it wouldn''t stop the long-distance.
HEMA: "but if you stop the long distance, won''t it affect the handling of the case?"
"The impact is still influential. In the case of calling outside Fukuoka, you can only go outside to make a public phone." The old policeman sighed, "you said that if you make a public phone call without a receipt, you can''t claim it at all. But this month I also took a case about running to saga, and the steel man who just called used up a whole change bag. "
When the old policeman said these words, he gave off the smell of the messenger master who was familiar with Ma. When I used to live in the unit yard with Ma, I felt that the master of the reception room looked very amiable. No matter how much conflict they have with local children, as long as they break through the Maginot Line guarded by the master of the reception room, local children will not dare to cross the thunder pool again. And Ma looked at the old policeman again, and then confirmed that the old man was still a teapot with "self-defense and counterattack against Vietnam" written in red paint. The old policeman also looked at he Ma: "what''s wrong with this? I wasn''t here when you first called the police. Look at the tendon, fitness coach? It''s with the wife of a rich family who hired a coach again? " He ma suddenly respected the association ability of the old policeman: good guy, there''s nothing to touch at all. Sato pointed to he Ma: "this is'' that Tongsheng ''." He Ma: "I''m the guardian of Osaka and the nemesis of the bomb devil..." ah, it''s that Tongsheng! " The old policeman interrupted and Ma''s name, "what a coincidence! What''s the date of July? Let me see... "The old policeman put on his glasses and turned to look at the calendar on the wall“ Huh? Isn''t this the right date? " He stood up and went to the calendar. "How can I remember that yesterday was the date? Really, no one tears the calendar except me? " The old policeman tore up the page on the calendar with the date of the day before yesterday and threw it into the nearby paper basket“ It''s time, "he looked at the correct date," so Tongsheng came to participate in the Yulong flag, didn''t he? Got into the Bureau before Yulong banner? This is too careless! " He Ma: "how do you feel that Fukuoka is an individual who knows that the Yulong flag will start tomorrow?"“ Come on, we are the police. We will be worried when large-scale events are held. " The old policeman turned and looked at he ma, "especially after the hostage taking incident at the SF conference in Osaka last year, the police will pay more attention to the large-scale activities in the area." He Ma: "then you must be very glad that Yulong flag is a Kendo competition. Everyone present can play it very well."“ It''s good to fart. Aren''t all the terrorists in Osaka shot? In the final analysis, Kendo is a competitive sport. Where can it be compared with a gun? " Said the old policeman. And Ma were about to say something about "knife speed within seven steps". Someone knocked at the door of the office. There were not many people in the office at night, so he turned to the door with Ma, Sato and the old policeman. Nantiao baonaimei, dressed in a white-collar suit and a pair of glasses, stood at the door“ Excuse me, are Tong Sheng and MA in? I''m here to keep him out. " Baonaimei had already seen and looked at HEMA, but she still said so, as if she was not a big lady, but a lawyer hired to help. Today, she met HEMA for the first time. He ma raised his hand: "I''m Tong Sheng and ma. Who are you?" Baonaimei wanted to be serious, but she still smiled: "forget it, don''t play anymore. I''m not a lawyer. This is the one behind me. " The gentle young man with glasses came out from behind baonaimei and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "I''m the agent of nantiao consortium in Fukuoka. Gu meixianzhi is my senior brother. "