Conan's New Police Story

"Indeed, what Qianye said is correct. Such a serious act of venting anger should be easy to investigate. My suggestion is to focus on investigating his relatives and servants around him. Maybe there will be surprises."

Katsumi Uehara, who was dangling his legs, smiled and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea from his cup, and suggested.

As a popular occupation for the dead in this world, "President" is undoubtedly highlighted by the star of death on his forehead.

Those who seek revenge, those who have grudges, those who cheat, or even those who are inappropriate.

The death methods of the presidents are enough to make up a thick textbook of killing methods.

And this way of death with eighteen bullets in the body is undoubtedly a great hatred.

"Dear one? What is this saying?"

Hearing that Katsumi Uehara, the ace of the department, would say such a sentence, everyone, including Miwako Sato, was taken aback and felt puzzled.

"How should I say it, the intuition of a policeman?"

Uehara Katsumi put down the cup in his hand, looked up at the time on the wall clock on the wall, and said with a smile: "The death of such a rich person is likely to be caused by the people around him.

"For example, he fell in love with a woman, and then ruined her family, and then came forward to accept her, causing her to hold a grudge all the time."

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"You should hurry up and ask for leave, and stop talking nonsense here." Miwako Sato, who was in the seat, helplessly raised her forehead: "Before Megure Police Department is out yet.

"Why, is what I said unreasonable? Isn't this a very likely thing to happen?"

After being rejected by the suggestion, Katsuki Uehara's features twisted, his eyes were screwed up, and his tone was full of disbelief: "Is it possible that you have handled so many president murder cases and you haven't even concluded them yet?"

"...I still have reports to deal with, you guys talk."

Miwako Sato grinned at the corner of her mouth, then quickly collected her expression, and brushed her short hair that fell to her ears with her right hand, pretending to be serious.

Shiratori Ren Saburo, who was eating sushi, blinked, coughed twice and then took a few sips of water: "I'm going to throw out the trash."

Chiba hurriedly followed: "Wait for me, Shiratori, I'm going to throw away these snack bags too, let's go together."

Katsumi Uehara, who failed to get a response, immediately cast his eyes on the bewildered Takagi——

The latter came back to his senses in an instant, and after scratching his temples in embarrassment, he decisively picked up the cardboard box and gave him a smiling face: "What, I'm going to deal with this case too, I wish you a happy vacation, Uehara. "

"...???"

Seeing that Takagi, an honest man who was obedient to him in the past, actually rejected his constructive suggestion, Uehara Katsumi suddenly widened his eyes, looked around and said, "No, you——"

"Okay, my dear Uehara Police Department, it's time to put away those whimsical ideas in your head and use your injured left hand to ask for a leave of absence for yourself."

Seeing that the cores of the three departments all left tacitly, Miwako Sato, who couldn't hold back her laughter after all, got up and came to her boyfriend——

He stretched out his hands to straighten his not-so-messy collar, re-tied his tie, raised his head and looked at each other, and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Remind me, if there are no cases and the police department is in a good mood now, it will be successful if you go on vacation." rate will be high.”

"...What you said seems to make sense." Uehara Katsumi pouted his lips noncommittally, glanced at his left hand which was still wrapped in bandages, and subconsciously picked his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

"uh-huh."

The humming sound from the throat echoed in the woman's smile.

Five minutes later, Mumu Shisan stamped the slip.

"Thank you, Megure Police Department." A joyful Uehara Katsumi stretched out his hands, took back his application form, and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's relax and have fun."

Mu Mu Shisan, who looked at Deligan's appearance, raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat, and then raised his head after suppressing the raised corners of his mouth. He maintained his majesty as a boss and said, "That means there are no cases recently, otherwise you fake It will definitely not be approved.

"I heard from Sato, what kind of fan club are you going to this time? Are you going to spend three days and two nights outside? Be careful when climbing the mountain."

"okay."

"Oh, by the way, regarding the matter of Emperor Moriya, aren't you going to attend his banquet tomorrow? Urge him to speed up the progress. This temporary office area is still too small and I'm not used to it."

Before Uehara Katsumi left, Mu Mu Shisan stopped him and gave him a casual instruction.

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"No problem, it's all done."

Mihua Town, in a certain apartment.

Plamia who just opened the door and walked in heard Oikawa Kunihiko's calm echo——

Taking a closer look, the man who arrived here at some unknown time is sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a glass of whiskey in his hand. His expression is indifferent: "Katsumi Uehara will not have the chance to hinder us, you don't need to worry about this. .”

"how did you do that?"

Beside the bar of the T line, Nanyuan Mengnai, who was typing on the keyboard, could not help squinting her eyes when she heard the words, and turned her head to ask.

"As I said, I know him better than you, Nanyuan."

Taking a sip of his drink, Oikawa Kunihiko reached out and threw an invitation letter in his pocket to the marble surface of the bar counter, chuckled: "His favorite football coach is Arsene Wenger, so he will not refuse this opportunity. "

"Where did you get this thing?"

Nanyuan Mona, who is not interested in football, opened the invitation letter and glanced at it, puzzled.

"Of course I asked someone else to ask for it. The public security network is still rotten. It's easy to find those people."

Oikawa Kunihiko, who was quite disdainful about this, sneered: "In this way, Uehara Katsumi will not be our hindrance."

"How is it possible? He didn't just stay for three days and two nights? At that time, we might have just stolen the bomb from the arsenal." Noticing the time on the invitation, Nahara Monáe frowned slightly.

"No, no, he won't be able to stay in the mountain villa for three days and two nights. What he will really stay in is another place."

Oikawa Kunihiko, who was shaking his right index finger, turned his head sideways, and glanced at Plamia who walked into the living room out of the corner of his eye: "What are you doing here? Aren't you busy preparing for the wedding with your police fiancé?"

"I'm just here to tell you a piece of news. It seems that Teiji Moritani has really mastered the method of entering and exiting the Dongyang Gunpowder Depot. I don't think you should just sit and watch him take a piece of the pie, right? Those bombs are in our pocket. "

Pramiya sat down with her waist swaying, and gracefully raised her legs, playing with taste.

"How did he master it as an architect?" A bit of surprise flashed in Oikawa Kunihiko's eyes when he heard the words.

"Who knows, I just came to remind you. He will hold a banquet in his manor tomorrow. If you want to do something in his house, tomorrow is a good opportunity to sneak in."

ps: ahem...

There are unpredictable things in the sky, and there are blessings and blessings for people working overtime...

Difficult, frantically rushing to work, only sleeping for four or five hours a day...