Two hours later.
The police station office was lit with a warm yellow light, documents and files piled up on chairs, and a portable grill sizzled on the desk. Soft and bloody Wagyu beef was grilled to a mature brown, and the oden bubbled away.
Watanabe Shun used his teeth to pop open a beer bottle cap, raising his glass in cheer:
"Cheers!"
No one paid attention to him.
Fushimi Roku was deftly using his chopsticks to grab Wagyu beef into his own bowl. He cooked for the sheer joy of eating himself, naturally keeping the best food for himself first. The others were merely props to enhance the dining atmosphere; it would be a loss if he gave the good food away just for face;
