Nishino walked along the "road to work" that he was already used to taking on weekdays, and rushed to Beifansuo with ease.

Beifansuo is adjacent to a bridge called "Wufu Bridge".

Therefore, "Wufuqiao" is often used as the nickname of Beifansuo.

About 15 minutes later, the ancient Wufu Bridge came into view.

The cold winter did not completely deprive this prosperous bridge of its vitality.

The spacious bridge deck, which is enough to accommodate 8 horses walking side by side, is still busy with traffic.

High carriages, four horses, and a steady flow of water.

The traders and footmen carrying burdens and pushing carts rushed back and forth, coming and going in a hurry, not slowing down their pace due to the cold north wind.

The eldest daughter of the Wu family, who came from an unknown family, was accompanied by her attendants, walking along the bridge railing, relaxing and admiring the gurgling water under the bridge.

Four young children jumped out of the diagonal thorns and stepped on the bridge deck making a "dongdong" sound. They were holding windmills and other toys in their hands, laughing and playing.

When Nishino reached the center of Wufu Bridge, he couldn't help but stop.

He held the bridge railing with his hands, looked around, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Every time he sees this peaceful scene where people are living and working in peace and contentment and children are jumping happily, he will feel that his position as "Sadaimachi Huitongxin" has not been in vain, and that his hard work and dedication have been meaningful.

Nishino took in every sight and scene before his eyes, took a deep breath, and collected his emotions.

Just as he was about to take another step forward——

"Oops? Isn't this Nishino Hosejiro?"

A middle-aged male voice that was familiar to him suddenly sounded from behind him.

Nishino turned around and said in surprise:

"Master Hakui?"

A fat, white man walked straight towards Nishino with his fat belly and a swaggering step.

Even though he was wearing thick cotton clothes, the fat on his belly could still be seen swaying as he walked.

The person who came was none other than the current head of the Northern Division: Chujiro Hsui.

I saw a large group of people cheering behind Bo Jing - they were all Bo Jing's followers.

As Bo Jing and his followers entered the bridge, Wufu Bridge suddenly became crowded.

A samurai who values ​​face and honor as much as his life is the most particular about pomp and circumstance.

Any samurai with a certain official position will basically cheer in front of them and support them when they go out.

Take the force of the execution place as an example - the force of the execution place can be followed by holding a box, holding a straw, holding a gun, etc.

The so-called carriers are those who are responsible for helping and carrying the carriers.

As the name suggests, Cao Luqi is responsible for holding shoes.

The gunman is the person responsible for holding the long gun used for the occasion.

There are 15 pieces of clothing in the suitcase carried when on duty: iron-lined linen jacket, patterned lining shoulder jacket, horse riding jacket, field jacket, belt, belt tie, foot tripper, patterned curtain, white curtain, patterned black feather

Weaving, black yarn feather weaving, white foot bag, cyan foot bag, etc., for official business, visits, business trips and cross-dressing purposes.

Even someone with a salary of only 200 stone can bring so many followers and so many clothes, let alone Bojing, who is in charge of the entire Beifan Institute and has a salary of 3,000 stone.

Hakui has a total of 12 followers, and his clothes, shoes, replacement swords and other items are stuffed into two large boxes.

Looking at the long line of "followers" carrying large boxes and small bags on their shoulders, Nishino couldn't help but frown.

Nishino really couldn't appreciate the behavior of bringing so many followers and belongings with him when he went out.

How to do things with several large boxes of clothes, shoes, and so many useless followers? How to deal with it?

Although Xizhi was unhappy, he did not get angry.

After all, Bo Jing was also his superior officer.

As a warrior, how can you be disrespectful to your superior?

Nishino quickly stretched his brows, pulled the corners of his mouth, and forced out a smile that was neither salty nor bland.

"Master Hakui, good morning."

"Hehehe, good morning to you too. Nishino-kun, you seem to have come later than usual today. What's wrong? Did something happen at home?"

"Well... that's right."

Nishino smiled bitterly.

Chotaro made rude remarks, and the scenes of Ahe hitting Chotaro flying flashed before his eyes.

Nishino didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he laughed and talked about it.

Nishino, who was busy at work, exchanged a few words with Susui and said respectfully:

"Master Bojing, I have important matters to attend to. Please forgive me for taking my leave first."

After saying that, Nishino turned around and wanted to leave.

However, just as he stepped out with his left foot, he heard Nishino shouting:

"Nishino-kun, wait a minute!"

When Nishino heard this, he was puzzled, but he could only take back the foot he took out.

"Master Hakui, what's wrong?"

"Uh... Nishino-kun, it's like this..."

As Hakui spoke, he picked at his scalp, which was extremely smooth due to the Tsukiyo shave, and glanced around unnaturally.

"I have something very important to say to you."

"Since we happen to bump into each other now, I'll tell you about it by the way."

Looking at Bosui's hesitant expression, Nishino had an ominous premonition in his heart...

"Nishino-kun, didn't you catch a thief who raped a civilian girl last month?"

"Well, yes, that guy is a gang criminal. He is being detained by me in the interrogation room for questioning, in order to find out where his other accomplices are hiding..."

Before Nishino finished speaking, Susui interrupted in a tough tone that could not be criticized:

"Don't interrogate him anymore, let him go quickly."

In an instant... the next change in Nishino's expression really happened in an instant.

"What did you say? Let him go? Why?!"

Nishino's eyebrows stood up and his eyes were as wide as cowbells.

Because he was so excited, his tone broke uncontrollably.

"Oh...why else..."

Bo Jing sighed, stretched out his right index finger, and pointed at the sky above his head.

"There's someone covering him up there - it's that simple."

"There's someone above..."

Nishino murmured.

"...Who is protecting that beast?"

"Don't ask too many questions. Knowing too much is not good for you."

Bo Jing sighed again.

"Xishino, I understand your mood very well."

"To be honest, I am also full of anger now."

"But there is no other way... You must obey the orders of the superior officer."

"I'm also very powerless..."

Although the Edo-machi administration, the temple administration, and the designated administration are collectively referred to as the "three administrations" and have extremely dazzling and glorious names, there are still many constraints in the Edo-machi administration office.

[Note·Designation and Enforcement: Responsible for civil litigation, civil affairs, and all shogunate finances in areas directly under the shogunate nationwide.]

[Note: Temple shrine administration: Responsible for the management of temples and shrines across the country, and responsible for the lawsuits of people within the temple territory]

In short - there are many officials far more famous than those required by the Edo-machi government.

Not to mention Lao Naka, if there are high-ranking officials of the shogunate such as Nenki, the feudal lords of Aizu Domain, Satsuma Domain, Owari Domain and other powerful domains are not something Edo-machi can afford to offend.

"This kind of thing... is so ridiculous! Please forgive me, it's hard to accept!"

Nishino gritted his teeth.

"Master Hakui, do you know how much time and effort my gangbiki and I spent on catching that beast?"

"Let him go free like this? I cannot accept this outcome!"
To be continued...