Ten million.
Fushimi Roku finished counting, not a penny more, not a penny less, exactly ten million yen. He sealed the money tightly with plastic and stacked it neatly.
Where to hide it?
The police dormitory wasn't large, and its simple structure meant colleagues occasionally dropped by. Changing the room's structure would definitely attract Yuan's attention.
So Fushimi Roku had been pondering this ever since he got the money, and cooking dinner on the third floor today was intentional; he had already decided where to hide the money.
That's right, hiding it in the third-floor kitchen was the best option.
Minamoto Tamako had immense respect for her seniors, just like a first-grader would be too scared to go to the second-floor, she dared not easily trespass the 'seniors' dwelling' on the third floor either;
