Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 175 Have You Killed Someone?

"Excuse me, what do you two need?"

As night falls, the lights are on.

The originally deserted barbecue restaurant gradually became full of voices, and the aroma of beer mixed with meat rushed into the man's lungs and stomach along with the air.

The adam's apple rolled a bit, and the glutton was already hooked.

"Luxury signboard."

Entering the box, the woman who was seated didn't even look at the menu, she raised her head and smiled and said, "One more beer and a glass of watermelon juice."

"Okay, wait a moment, both of you."

The waiter who quickly wrote down turned and left, and Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting in his seat and looking around, raised his eyebrows: "So familiar with the set menu, do you come here many times?"

"That's right. Whether it's barbecue ingredients or special dipping sauces, this restaurant is top-notch. You shouldn't be disappointed."

Miwako Sato took off her suit jacket and threw it on the empty seat beside her. The white shirt was very charming under the flashing neon lights outside the window.

Leaning back slightly against the back of the seat, Katsumi Uehara raised his legs and did not hide his admiration in his eyes.

"If you look at it again, I'll poke your eyes with this shelf, and bake it with local ingredients."

Unbuttoning the top two buttons of the white shirt, the slender neck was perfectly reflected in the man's eyes.Miwako Sato straightened the tableware at hand without raising her head, and said.

Uehara Katsumi didn't care at all, but smiled even brighter: "I suggest sharing half of it with me to taste."

"Two, this is beer and watermelon juice. This is the anti-greasy and appetizing appetizer provided by the restaurant. The meat will take about 3 to 5 minutes to prepare."

"Thank you."

Ignoring Uehara Katsumi's polite thanks from Miwako, the moment she turned to leave, she reached out and slapped her partner's hand that had almost reached the beer glass——

"Actually, this glass of watermelon juice is yours."

Smiling and pushing the watermelon juice in front of the man, Miwako Sato spoke so slowly that even a child could easily hear the teasing from it: "The wound has just been bandaged, and the doctor's advice is not to drink alcohol. Otherwise, once If the injury worsens, it will be useless for you to pay homage to the statue of Guan Gong."

"It was just an accident. I have always believed in science, and I don't engage in feudal superstition."

Katsumi Uehara, who picked up a chopsticks side dish and put it into his mouth, felt the hot and sour taste, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "The taste is really good."

"So, is this an accident?"

"Of course, but this is no longer something that can be solved by praying to God and worshiping Buddha. As far as the winery's behavior is concerned, the life of the undercover agent who was caught on the spot is definitely gone. The difference is probably only in the way of death."

After inserting the straw into the cup and taking two sips, Uehara Katsumi's tone was very calm, as if he was telling the death news of an unrelated person.

Miwako Sato's heart skipped a beat: "Then, what about the other person? Since Kunihiko Oikawa, who is number one in the police academy, has been sent out, the number two who was also recruited..."

"Nanyuan Mengnai, who knows, there is a high probability that they will die, if they are sent to the winery together."

Chewing hot and sour wakame, Uehara Katsumi put down his chopsticks, his expression didn't change much: "Do you still remember that Mizumu Rena said that she had brought two undercover agents and was suspected? Isn't the undercover team just a man and a woman? It’s just that the names are different. Now that I think about it, it’s normal for an undercover agent to use a pseudonym.”

"... Uehara."

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. I admit that I do feel sad in my heart. After all, I'm an acquaintance, but that's all."

The man who seemed to have choked on the chili pepper suddenly turned his head away, covered his lips with one hand and coughed twice: "After all, cough, after all, I have broken up with these two."

"I don't understand. Leaving aside that Nanyuan Mengnai who you said would follow you, Mr. Gutian said that you have known each other for a long time when we were in the clothing store."

Miwako Sato frowned, and asked the question that she had always wanted to know the truth: "The two of you were together for the magazine shoot, and you both made money together for the European Cup. How could it be...?"

"Have you ever killed someone, Sato?"

"????"

Miwako Sato was stunned: "What did you say?"

"You two, I've been waiting for a long time, this is our store—"

"Put it down, just go out, thank you."

"Uh, okay, please take your time, both of you."

Keenly aware that Miwako Sato's tone was very different from before, the waiter nodded wisely, turned around and left, and the huge private room fell into silence again.

"Oikawa's family has three children, one older sister and two younger brothers. Among them, the youngest is named Oikawa Kunihiko."

Katsumi Uehara, who reached out for a plate of beef tenderloin, recounted the past indifferently: "This Oikawa Kunihiko was very poor when he was a child, and his mother passed away when he was born, leaving only an old man who seemed to have aged ten years overnight and his family. three children.

"In order to make a living, his elder sister and elder brother chose to work part-time to earn money after graduating from high school to help the family reduce the burden. And because he is the youngest and still in school, he has become the most favored child in the family.

"Later, when he was in junior high school, he met a classmate named Uehara Katsuki, because he could always make the female classmates laugh in various ways, fight and fight every day, he was a man of the class and even the whole floor, he even I can see Katsumi Uehara sending three girls to the health room during a lunch break until—”

"Wait a minute, let's talk about the health room." Miwako Sato raised her hand to interrupt her partner, and turned the barbecue.

"It's not my fault. They said they twisted their feet and asked me to help them."

There was a smile on the corner of Uehara Katsumi's mouth: "I just sent it over. I was only 13 years old at the time."

Immediately realizing that this person was waiting for her reaction, Miwako Sato paused, and gave him an annoyed look: "And then?"

"Then the news spread that I was in the infirmary with a girl whom a certain street fighter had a crush on. You know things like school bullies."

Recalling that year, Uehara Katsumi’s tone was full of emotion: "It’s normal to fight, I am a person who can’t stand bullying after all. It’s just that they were too many people at that time, and I lost."

Miwako Sato was dumbfounded.

But when you think about it, in street fighting, a large number of people is an absolute advantage.

"Then?"

"After that, Kunihiko Oikawa, who followed his sister home after school, saw my miserable appearance, and after hesitating for a while, asked me if I wanted him to help clean the wound on my back. That was the first time we met."

Seeing a piece of ripe beef tongue, Uehara Katsumi put it into his mouth with one hand and chewed: "The next day I still went my own way, and even spent a few days on purpose to catch the orders and call them back one by one.

"The school bully who was so angry still wanted to bring foreign aid to trouble me, but Kunihiko Oikawa heard about it. He decided to tell me after much deliberation, so I ambushed him on the route to school that day, and took some clothes from the orphanage. The sacks of sweet potatoes are covered."

"You guys have been playing together since then?" Miwako burped after taking a sip of beer and wiping the corners of her mouth with a tissue.

"Well, after all, I was able to fight back because of the news he heard in advance, so naturally I will gradually get acquainted, after all, we are in the same class."

Speaking of this, the corners of Uehara Katsumi's eyes were smiling, and he smiled without any impurities: "You know me, people like me can't bear much grievances, so I often squat that school bully and his accomplices, beat up He said he let go when he knew he was wrong.

"Using Oikawa Kunihiko's words at the time, even if I bleed myself, I would have to bite off a few pieces of flesh, so he often helped me clean the wound. The most serious injury was eight stitches on my ankles when I was in high school. That time, he carried me to the hospital."

"I heard about this from Mr. Gutian when I was in the clothing store." Miwako Sato rested her chin with one hand, and stared at the man who was talking about the past in front of her eyes: "So, how did you kill people when you called here together?"

"I made a fortune with him during the European Cup, but unlike me, who fed the whole family by myself, Oikawa Kunihiko bought a house, a car, and took all the family members in, and gave away one-third of the remaining wealth. Both are given to his sister who has been his mother since he was a child."

Katsumi Uehara, who was fiddling with his chopsticks, spoke very slowly, as if he was uncovering old scars from the past: "Then, when we were in our junior year, his sister was kidnapped, together with several other hostages."

——? !

Miwako Sato shrank her pupils: "Wait a minute, could it be?"

"I found out where the murderer was hiding, but I didn't go in as I did in the previous street fights. Because the robbers not only had guns in their hands, but also had a superior number, with a total of 23 people.

"So, I stopped Kunihiko Oikawa, who wanted to rush in to save people, and chose to notify the police."

Uehara Katsumi raised his eyes, and there was a rare sadness in his eyes that always escaped from the freehand.

"As it turned out, I went to his sister's funeral."

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)