Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

The interview room was a cramped space.

The size is precisely about six tatami, and the windows are provided near the ceiling.

And in the middle of the room, two desks lined up opposite each other. Like surrounding them, four pipe chairs.

I'm going in here with three police officers and a suspect, so I'm pretty critical as a capacitor.

By the way, there are no electrical stands. I've seen it a lot in old detective dramas.

There was a little one on my desk, and militant cops used it to beat up yakuza, right?

... stopped putting it down to prevent that kind of trouble?

Violence in the investigation room has been a problem since I was a kid.

The oldest cop opened his mouth when he was impressed that the police now also took into account the human rights of the suspect.

"Well, take it easy."

and pulls the chair, prompting him to sit down. Did you choose the farthest seat from the entrance to lower your chances of escape at all?

... So is the position of the window, but I'm on multiple alert for the suspect's escape.

It comes from the verses that you are suspected.

There's no way I can "make it easier" with this.

Sitting in his chair sighing, he connected the tip of his hips to the pipe chair at a flowing speed.

Then the youngest cop gets to his seat and opens his laptop on the desk with a pacifier.

I hear my statement will be recorded on that one.

Finally, the two remaining cops sat face to face with me and finally started the investigation - now what's the matter?

Yeah, I have to dive into Tokyo Detention? That's where Cedar Valley is caught.

I mean, if they think you're innocent here, it doesn't taste good.

Maybe you don't have to do anything to get to the detention center because the ladies and policemen outside seem to be doing a lot of work, but let's pretend to be yabby sex offenders just in case.

That's how a strong cop came to hesitate in an intimidating tone when he was thinking the opposite of a normal suspect.

"Why did you make that?

He's an unfamiliar man.

I'm just in the middle of a cop with three ages, like the mid forties. He looks like he won't know which is the yakuza if he stands alongside Kundo.

If you deal with criminals all the time, maybe the atmosphere drags you there.

Well, from the fact that I was confronted with bandits and monsters in different worlds, there's nothing scary or manageable about a modern Japanese official.

So I answer with a voice that doesn't normally change at all.

"Because I was interested in the girl's body."

"... that's a surprisingly normal motive. Common sense for what you've made."

Oh, seriously?

You're gonna end up showing off your lower body on the side of the road with a weird oddity?

That kind of thing is going to be forgiven for "don't do it anymore, go home today" or something, and it's a bit of a bad flow.

Think. Think.

How do I get butted into detention and look like a natural, hunting sex offender...?

I don't. I desperately use my head to squeeze out all those perverted words.

"Ah. You don't understand, officer. Say you're interested in a girl's body, not her tits or her butt, huh? I'm only interested in the womb. That's where I should go. It's my home."

"Ho, ho? That's why you let me make a voucher for my womb."

"You bet. I'm not even old enough to knock on a girl's mouth, force her to open the door, and like to visit and sell love. I'm a sex salesman."

Spread your hands and stand up as if you were some kind of political speech.

"... this guy is kidding... how much darkness do you have... you're not kidding me, you pervert! If you have a uterine regression desire, sweeten your own mother! Why do you lay hands on an unusual girl!?

"Younger girls, they're all moms, aren't they? You don't even know that when you're in public service? Mostly, sweet on older women doesn't make anything funny. Okay? Your sister should spoil it the other way around. Let her wear diapers and striped bread and treat her like a girl. I don't know why it's so weird to roll that way. Sweet for younger, spoil for older. This is the love of the right woman."

I feel like the second half just leaked the real deal, but it should look like a real sex offender for now.

"... This would be a bit... heavy on Mr. Gen. It's gonna change."

And the oldest cop offers. This guy has a gentle face and looks like my home dad.

Maybe as strong a cop as you were supposed to be in charge of the haters in your original plans, and this serene one was supposed to act as a Buddha.

Because then the suspect forgives the gentler cop his heart and makes a perplexing confession.

It can be described as a basic technique of investigation.

but since I turned out to be more of a hunting pervert than I expected, I guess I changed my plan abruptly. to a plan against psychopath specifications, where veterans take on the burden alone.

"Mr. Neutral, I've been in this world a long time. If you look me in the eye, you're gonna know what kind of person you are."

"What do I look like?

"... you must have killed people in the past"

The interview room quietly returns.

"I can't believe the bright brother you see on TV all the time was a muscular anomaly..."

Saying, the cop as Buddha took a small plastic bag out of his pocket.

Nylon bag with chuck on top. Inside is a seized beating voucher and black chili hair.

Hair?

"Oh, my God, you Chilean hair"

"From what I've seen, you're human pubic hair. This is the one that was caught between the child 0 mouth-to-mouth and nipple tickets. Must be the girl who made this voucher, huh? Though I didn't expect you to have such a sexuality.... By the way, is the owner of this hair still alive?

Apparently the officer over here thinks I'm a pleasure killer (serial killer) or something.

Exactly. I'm tired of being suspected of serial girl murder, so let me deny it here.

"No, no, officer, I've never killed a girl before."

"Girl killer 'what'?

"Mostly this is my pubic hair. You must have gotten into some kind of applause."

"How can you say it's all your own hair?

"Because Ayako's underhair looks a little thinner and softer, there's no way Rio could fall out because I shaved it days ago, Chloe's is black that, if you look closely, was only slightly browner than pure Japanese, Angelica's is golden, Philia's is silver, and Erin hasn't grown since the beginning. If you're so black and solid Chilean hair, mine is all you can do."

"How many girls do you know about pubic hair? Besides, aren't foreigners mixed up?

This has also come up a line of international crime, the cops nod.

"Whatever the pubic hair of gold, silver? It would be an unlikely shade in nature. Are you letting me dye my hair down there for a second? For what purpose?

I'm not letting you dye it, but let's just make up a pervert-like motive and increase your chances of going to detention.

"Golden pubic hair, silver pubic hair, slightly browned pubic hair. This is gold, silver, copper, right? I'm reproducing Olympic medals with my girl's pubic hair. See, it's Olympic mood now, isn't it?

"Let me guess, you should take a psych test...!

The desperate cops immediately decided to send me to detention.

All right, it looks like we can safely infiltrate Mr. Sugitani.

... I have a response to losing something dear as a person, but rescuing Sugitani will probably wipe it all out later, and let's just say I think it was a necessary price.