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[All-nighters are plentiful now. Of all the lame options in the Inaba police department, Adachi had to be saddled with the one with an actual work ethic. As in all facets of life, he was just exceptionally lucky. Elbows sliding forward on his desk, Adachi's forehead hits the mountain of papers in front of him with a muffled thud. Going through them will be useless, he knows (and after all, he surely knows best). They won't find their killer in here, wedged between words and fine print text, ink smudged because newspaper is cheap, but if Dojima looked up from his own immersion into the articles, searching so desperately for clues, he might find the culprit sitting across the desk.]

Do we really have to go through all of these again?

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[Obediently, Adachi passes the red bottle with a sigh.]

Man, it's just that there's an awful lot, sir. You'd think there'd be less for a quiet country town like this, but boy was I wrong.

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Things’ll calm down once we’ve got our perp. You shouldn’t be dragging your ass in the meantime.

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...Yes, sir. Sorry, I'll try harder.

[Adachi lowers his head until his chin almost touches his chest, just putting his cup to his mouth and sipping at it with little enthusiasm to spare. Maybe getting scolded isn't good for his appetite - which might not be a good thing, considering how their table was covered with a sheet of plates. Adachi doesn't particularly make a good conversation partner when he's quiet, ironically enough.

If you keep dragging your ass, you won't find your perp at all, old man.]