The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

"I will be temporarily closed today" - the word run-written on a piece of paper that was affixed.

After a moment of hesitation, the nut slowly pushes the door open. In addition to Sputnik there, two police officers were waiting.

Krew, has it been an hour since the kidnapping report?

Anna said that her brother, who was taking a walk, happened to see two men take the fainted crew away somewhere. I didn't know what the purpose was, but Anna's testimony that the killers heard what the jewels were saying when they took him away cites it as an intense line around a ransom claim to the Sputnik jewellery store.

Contacting the police station was quick as well as nuts. We are fortunate to be able to take prompt action from the launch of the investigation headquarters to the search thanks to that.

Admitting the appearance of the nuts, they saluted her. Besides, just give it back to me for courtesy, and I'll be close to Sputnik with a quick leg. He raised his face only slightly to the signs of the nearby nuts, but quickly returned his gaze to the floor.

"... Any word from the killer?

It wasn't supposed to be to him, but to a police officer.

Seeing Sputnik in his depression, he couldn't help but talk.

"None"

Reply, just one word.

From now on, stay on your back, look free, and say nothing. But that's a little different than not thinking about anything, and it looks like you're desperately pushing and killing emotions of something that might overflow. That would upset him, too, if an employee were caught.

The mood of the families of the victims involved in the case is beyond scrutiny. Even if it's a side-by-side deserted Sputnik. No, rather, I guess it's because he's usually that free. When it got so quiet, I was worried the other way around. It shouldn't be the only thing that looks hazy, because I barely slept last night.

But I have good news. Nuts spoke to Sputnik with a bright voice to such an extent that it did not become unnatural.

"You know, Sputnik. Krewe and the guys who grabbed her found her in Warehouse 3 outside the city."

"... Warehouse number three?

I didn't know where I was looking. To the ash eyes, the focus returned.

The overturned neck slowly rises, reflecting her. It's as if I found a glimmer of hope in her words - I'm a little surprised that he has these eyes, too.

Nuts nodded loudly to cheer him up.

"Yes, the police station is now secretly solidifying itself so that the killer doesn't notice. It's okay, Crewe will be able to help soon. So you, too, not really..."

How many minutes?

Don't get sick, when I tried to keep going.

Sputnik said blush.

"Huh?"

"It'll take a few more minutes for the police station to get in, secure the stature of Ku"

Oh, I see. You mean you want me to help you as soon as possible?

Answer with as serene a voice as possible, so that you can forgive me.

"It's okay, we don't need another twenty minutes. Leave it to us. - Because Crewe will definitely help you out."

Then he stood up in large measure. Walk out cursorily.

I didn't even have to speak up about where I was going. Stop your feet in front of the gemstone processing room,

"... in the machining room"

When I said that with a blur and a hard to hear voice, I twisted the door knob and disappeared inside. The sound of closing the door is also weaker than usual.

The gaze of two police officers, what to do, turns to her.

The nut shook small.

"Let him be alone"

His disappearing door.

From the unwavering 'Gemstone Processing Room' bill, she turns a gentle blind eye.

- Sure, Chad.

As he closed the door behind his back, he quietly let go of his hand from the door knob.

Slowly raise your face and look around the room. The light slipping across the thin curtains illuminates the entire room. It's his important work room and a sleeping place for business tools. I'm clean on the table now that I'm not working on it. There are only a few bottles of cleaning agents left in line on the shelves.

Thin and long, breathing. I learn it's not enough to taste like smoke, but I didn't like to get my tools dirty with tobacco fat (yani).

Look up at the ceiling and think.

That woman captain said. - It's okay, I don't need another twenty minutes.

"Twenty minutes, hey."

Squeeze.

At the same time, I stopped killing my expression.

On those cheeks, I get an irrepressible grin.

It's not a joy. - To anger.

- Five minutes, that's enough.

And from his desk, he takes away his favorite lumbar bag.