Z City Police Department.
"Name?"
"Saitama."
"king."
"Please be honest, I'll ask again, your real names?"
"Saitama."
"king."
“…”
"What do you do?"
"hero."
"hero."
“…”
Director Xiong looked at King and Saitama helplessly and said, "Okay, we'll discuss these issues later." He turned his gaze to Saitama, took out a drawing from the bottom of the table and put it on the table, "Mr. Saitama, right? Please take a look, this is an image of the prisoner based on the description of the witness in the case."
On the drawing, there is a sketched figure composed of two ovals, one large and one small, with the whole body drawn with dotted lines.
"Just looking at this piece of paper..." King looked at Saitama strangely, "Saitama, I look a lot like you! So round."
"Hey, king, don't talk nonsense. I'm not a murderer! I'm a hero!" Saitama pointed at the drawing and asked, "Why is the whole body covered with black lines? Why don't you make the portrait more detailed?"
Director Xiong smiled bitterly and said: "Because it was dark at the time, the witnesses only saw a shadow in the darkness."
"shadow?"
King picked up the drawing, compared it with Saitama's shadow, and said in surprise: "Saitama, they are exactly the same. Tell me honestly, was it you who did it?"
"...No, I've never done it before." Saitama defended anxiously.
King pondered and said: "Saitama, could it be that you were sleepwalking?"
Saitama said angrily: "King, don't accuse me wrongly."
King smiled: "Don't get excited, I'm just proposing a hypothesis. Well, yes, it's a hypothesis."
"So, Mr. Saitama, can you explain where the blood on your arm comes from?" Director Xiong pointed to the blood stain on Saitama's arm and looked at him suspiciously.
Saitama explained: "It's the blood of a weirdo, because I'm trying to be a hero! King can testify."
"Me?" King pointed at himself and said honestly: "I didn't see it." He indeed didn't see Saitama killing the weirdo. Well, he didn't trick Saitama.
Saitama looked at king helplessly, "king..."
King looked at Saitama innocently, "I did not see you killing the monster. When I went to the scene of the monster, the monster was already dead."
"Okay, next question, Mr. Saitama, what exactly do you do now?"
Director Xiong did not dwell on the issue of blood stains because he had already asked people to take samples for testing, and he believed the results would be returned soon.
Saitama thought for a while and said: "Hero, well, if being a hero is not a job, then I don't have a job for the time being."
"A homeless man?" Director Xiong nodded thoughtfully, "Where does Mr. Saitama live?"
"No man's street."
"No man's street?" Director Xiong looked at Saitama in surprise, "It seems that it is no longer suitable for citizens to live there, right?"
Saitama said matter-of-factly: "Because I don't have to pay rent, that's why I choose to live in a deserted street."
The policeman in charge of recording looked at Saitama suspiciously and whispered into Director Xiong's ear: "Director, this guy has no job. He is obviously an idle social youth and lives in a deserted street. That is a sewage trap in the city." It is a dirty place where many criminals choose to hide. What is even more suspicious is that there are unknown blood stains on his arms... "
"Hey, hey, can't I pretend that I didn't hear what you said?" Saitama pointed at himself and said seriously: "I am really a professional hero who has passed the hero certification exam. My name is Saitama..."
Director Xiong and others simply said: "I've never heard of it. Besides, a hero with no reputation is about the same as a vagrant, right?"
Saitama was stunned, his mouth slightly opened, and surprisingly he didn't know how to refute.
puff!
King couldn't help but laugh out loud. Saitama didn't know if he looked like a bad guy, but he was mistaken for a murderer time and time again. It was really enough.
Director Xiong looked at King and said, "The same goes for you!"
“…”
King was stunned. Well, he was speechless.
"If I'm not wrong, you think it's cool to be a hero, so you choose to be a hero, right? Indeed, a hero like King who saves citizens from danger is very admirable! King... Oh, Let’s call you a king for now. You should admire the king and imagine yourself as the king. You may even pretend to be the king through plastic surgery or makeup. Join the Hero Association in the hope that one day you can become famous like the king. ?”
“…”
I am king!
King couldn't laugh or cry. Is this misunderstanding irresolvable
"Actually, in the eyes of our police, you heroes are just a group of legal gangsters. You are doing whatever you want in the name of heroes, which is intolerable. The trend of citizens worshiping heroes is simply child's play. In fact, what heroes do is... Our police have been doing it, and we are more comprehensively responsible for the safety of citizens. However, we have always guarded everyone silently and never publicized it everywhere, because protecting the safety of citizens is the duty of our police. It is not just about rescuing people. It’s a matter of course.”
Director Xiong looked at King and Saitama who were stunned, and laughed at himself: "I'm really confused. How can you guys who become heroes just for the sake of fame understand the true meaning of our police?"
King reminded: "The main duty of a hero is to resist monster disasters."
Director Xiong shook his head and said: "For things like killing weirdos, our police can also use pistols to eliminate them. So, if there are police, there is no need for heroes to exist."
“…”
King smiled and didn't know how to explain, using a pistol against a weirdo? You are probably living in a dream. If ordinary firearms can deal with weirdos, there is no possibility of the Heroes Association being established. It is precisely because firearms such as pistols cannot eliminate most weirdos that led to the birth of the Heroes Association.
Saitama also complained: "You should say these things to a weirdo!"
Boom!
"Director, the pork chop rice bowl has been delivered."
"Well, bring two copies."
Chief Xiong handed two portions of pork chop rice bowl to King and Saitama, and said, "Boy, I'm very sorry, our police station can only provide this kind of lunch."
"It doesn't matter."
King opened the lunch box and started eating. Well, it was much better than staying at home and eating instant noodles. Because of his status, he didn't even dare to order takeout.
"As long as you have food to eat."
Saitama frowned and quickly picked up the rice. Free is the best.
Director Xiong looked at the two people who had a great appetite and said with a smile: "Let's chat for a while while you are eating." In fact, he was waiting for the blood stain test results, which would determine whether he would investigate the two people in depth.
"It is undeniable that you heroes have done many beautiful things over the years. However, we police are not idle. In fact, we are busier than you, directing traffic, rectifying underworld... If our police are missing for even one day, I am afraid the city will be in chaos. We work tirelessly for the stability and prosperity of this society. However, because of the rise of heroes, everyone ignores our efforts. However, we still work hard. There is a police officer in our police department who is said to be a hero because he failed to be selected. The guy who is a policeman is an interesting guy. Even after two years as a policeman, he is still working energetically. However, last week, this guy fell down. He was not tired or sick, but He was attacked, no part of his body was intact, and he was already critically ill and hospitalized. Before he completely lost consciousness, this tenacious guy used the walkie-talkie to send out the last message - 'Mr. Bear, be careful'!"
"Mr. Bear is me!"