Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 302 The Bride Wearing a Wedding Dress (3)

"Introduce, my fiancée, Christina Lisael."

After seeing the fiancée in the wedding dress, the kind-hearted villager Nu immediately stood up and acted as a middleman, walked to the side of the woman, raised his hand and introduced, "Chris, this is the police officer I mentioned to you before." Agency detective, Uehara Katsumi."

"Officer Uehara, hello."

After a brief absence, the blond girl suppressed the surprise in her heart and raised her hand to stroke the bangs specially left on her forehead to modify the shape of her face, showing a decent smile.

"It's our first time meeting, Miss Lisa." After shaking hands, Uehara Katsumi withdrew his thoughts that were still reminiscing, and his deep eyes stared at Plamia in surprise.

For some reason, she always had the illusion that this man knew her.

But this is not possible.

Aside from that idiot Minahara Mona, this is the first time she has appeared in front of Uehara Katsumi, and she has never met her before, and she can be [-]% sure of this.

"It looks like senior's wedding is coming soon, congratulations."

His eyes did not linger on Plamia, the bride-to-be, after a brief greeting, Uehara Katsumi immediately returned his gaze to the broad-shouldered Murakami, and said with a smile: "Then I will Don't bother the two of you."

If I remember correctly, is this woman planning to blow up the city with a bomb?

After walking away, Katsumi Uehara, who went up to the third floor, glanced at the husband and wife who were communicating with each other out of the corner of his eye, silently recalling the plot that he could remember.

Where did the explosion come from?

Shibuya without sewers?
Or Mihua Town?Kuboto-cho?
Wait a minute, the appearance of this woman seems to be tied to Toru Amuro, right?In order to retaliate against the five members of the police academy who injured her shoulder in the past...

However, here comes the question: hasn't the bomber who killed Matsuda Jinpei not appeared yet?

Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting on the sofa waiting for his girlfriend to arrive, fell into deep thought.

He could remember Pramiya because this woman's fighting ability was a bit outrageous, and she was able to press Amuro Toru, who was full of blood and mana, when she couldn't lift one hand.But the bomber who killed Matsuda Jinpei...he really couldn't remember.

Not only his looks, he couldn't even remember his name or even his motive for committing the crime.

Because he was too focused on this matter, Uehara Katsumi, who subconsciously rubbed his fingers on both sides of his nose, didn't notice that someone was approaching him—until, a hand was suddenly put on his shoulder.

"What are you thinking about? So engrossed?" Miwako Sato, who hooked her boyfriend's shoulder with her right hand, also bent down and sat down.

Uehara Katsumi, who came back to his senses, felt tense for a moment, and turned his head subconsciously. After seeing that it was his girlfriend, the instinctive vigilance in his heart faded away, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This made Meihezi amused: "What? Have you met some vicious murderer?"

"Yeah, I met a vicious murderer, very vicious."

"It shouldn't be easy for you to say this evaluation, how vicious is it?"

Katsumi Uehara, who let his girlfriend hug him, shook his head and said with a smile, "It's far more vicious than you imagined. The trump card of the public security has to be crushed by its hands."

"So? Who are you talking about?" Anyway, there was no one around on the third floor, so Miwako Sato hugged her boyfriend and did not let go: "Do you need my help?"

"I don't need it for the time being, because there is no one at the moment."

"Then I hope this thing can make you feel better." Saying that, Miwako handed the yellow leather envelope hidden in her suit trouser pocket to her boyfriend's palm with her left hand.

"Huh? What is this? A love letter you wrote to me?"

Katsumi Uehara, who took the envelope, was obviously a little surprised, and subconsciously weighed it twice - it's not heavy, and it's still very thin.

"You'll know if you take it apart and have a look."

Miwako Sato didn't say it clearly, but just signaled him to take it apart with her eyes.Katsumi Uehara, who was interested, tore open the envelope, and saw an invitation letter hidden in it in an instant——

"The invitation letter for the "Three Days Two Nights Fan Club"?"

Seeing the two-stage card invitation with a black gold cover, Uehara Katsumi's eyes widened for a moment, and then he turned to look at his girlfriend, his eyes full of disbelief: "Where did you get it? This quota has long been gone. "

"you guess?"

"Bought it from a scalper at a high price?"

Uehara Katsumi frowned.

If he wanted to buy the scalper quota, he had bought it a long time ago, so why wait until now.It's just that this is also the intention of his girlfriend at any rate, but he didn't show it.

"I thought so at first, but when I was about to leave work, Yumi told me that a friend of hers had a business problem at home and needed to go to France immediately, so I had an extra ticket in my hand. Help me notice this.

"so……"

Miwako Sato shrugged: "For Yumi's sake, the other party didn't argue with me, and directly transferred it to me at the original price."

"Huh? Miyamoto Yumi is still useful like this? I thought she would only disturb our two-person world. However, you are all busy, so I go on vacation alone, isn't that good?"

Katsumi Uehara, who had clarified the origin of the invitation letter, was quite surprised. He said so, but put the precious invitation letter away honestly: "I don't think the Megure Police Department will agree."

"Okay, stop pretending, your hand is injured now, and you have nothing to do in the department."

Miwako Sato, who couldn't get used to her boyfriend's arrogant appearance, raised her hand and pinched his cheek: "You can go after you just finished attending Teiji Moritani's banquet."

"I'm so sad, I really want to commute with you."

"Then stay here and I'll find something for you to do."

"Let's talk about Teiji Moritani's banquet." Katsumi Uehara, who pretended not to hear it, immediately turned serious, and pointed to the empty evening dress area: "Choose whatever you want, I invite you."

Miwako Sato gave him a blank look, and was about to get up from the sofa, when there was a sound of somewhat cautious footsteps from the No. 2 staircase not far away——

The two looked around, and a pregnant woman with a big belly was wearing a standard white wedding dress. With the support of the man beside her, she walked up to the third floor step by step.Behind them, there is a professional team carrying a camera.

"Dianzi Yongchuan?
"Longji??"

Katsumi Uehara, who saw the face of the visitor clearly, was stunned for a moment.

Ryuji Kawamura, who was wearing a white suit, looked up and just saw his friend on the third floor, and his expression was a little surprised: "Self-restraint? Why are you here?"

"I should ask you this, are you... taking wedding photos?"

With strange eyes, he glanced at the professional team following the two of them upstairs, Katsumi Uehara blinked, and then his eyes fell on the pregnant bride Noriko Yongchuan.

"To be precise, it's a maternity photo."

Ryuji Kawamura scratched the back of his head shyly: "You know, our wedding is planned to be held after the child is born, but wedding photos and maternity photos must be taken."

Noriko Nagayama, who was wearing a wedding dress, set her eyes on the hands held together by Miwako Sato and Katsumi Uehara, and there was a hint of ridicule on her face with the brilliance of her mother star: "Miss Sato, you and Mr. Uehara are also Did you come here to see the wedding dress?"

——? !

The smile on the corner of Miwako Sato's mouth paused, and she scratched subconsciously.

Katsumi Uehara, who was still smiling, suddenly felt pain in the palms and backs of his hands...

　ps: I got my salary back~
　　there will be tomorrow~
　　Bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)