Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 31 The so-called catch the thief first catch the king
Art or survival is a very real question.

The desolation and acquisition of the medieval art museum is the most true portrayal.

Even the curator Ochiai, who is an expert in medieval art, cannot lead his art museum to be self-sufficient in this impetuous society, and can only rely on blood transfusions from the company boss behind him.

But when the company's capital chain broke and declared bankruptcy, no matter how much the boss loved and supported him, the art museum that Ochiai had worked so hard for most of his life could only be bought by someone.

It is a very intuitive fact that the art museum can only survive if it is sold and replaced by another blood transfusion owner.

Either change the boss and change the brand, or go bankrupt directly.

For Katsumi Uehara, although he was a little surprised by the art museum, he has done everything he can do as a policeman after being caught off guard for a short time.

If Director Ochiai still decides to commit murder after tonight's warning, there is nothing he can do.

After all, he really has no evidence to imprison people, and everything that Director Ochiai said is well-founded, and there is surveillance to prove it.

In Uehara Katsumi’s memory, the new owner who acquired the art museum should have turned his back on the art museum that had been losing money and transformed it into a restaurant, so he could only try his best to remind the old man, if you really don’t want this person to be the boss Then go to a lawyer to void the purchase contract.

As for who should take over the museum after the acquisition contract is revoked, and how to survive, these are issues that Ochiai, the director of the museum, should think about and solve.

It is difficult to have the best of both worlds in the true sense in the adult world.

As a policeman, Uehara Katsumi could use an excuse to warn him not to kill people is the limit.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you going home tonight?"

The Metropolitan Police Department searched the office area of ​​the third department.

Miwako Sato, who finally finished the report at hand and was about to get up and go home, saw the student leaning against the window overlooking the neon night scene outside the window, grabbed the brown-red suit jacket in her hand, and walked towards him.

The figure with all the thoughts in his eyes turned sideways and shrugged noncommittally: "If you agree, I can do it anytime."

"I agree?"

Miwako Sato, who hadn't reacted at first, was stunned for a while, and then shook her head wordlessly amid Katsumi Uehara's increasingly wanton smirk.

"Forget it, it's a fantasy that people like you will have emotional problems because of the case." Miwako Sato, who was still worried that the old man brought back by Katsumi Uehara tonight, touched the emotions deep in her heart, turned and left , without the slightest hesitation.

"That's not what I said. My empathy ability is No. 1 in the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Really, I can't see it at all, but I can see the gloating NO.1."

Rolling a blank glance at the man who stepped into the elevator with her, Miwako Sato pressed the button on the first floor: "My mother will know that you deliberately revealed her on your vacation, right?"

"The auntie is an elder, and she called to care about me, a junior. I have to answer." Uehara Katsumi spread his hands, and his tone was very innocent.

"So you let her urge me to take a vacation too, and then bought the same flight as yours to travel abroad?"

Uehara Katsumi's head shook like a rattle drum, and his tone was very firm: "No, absolutely not."

Miwako Sato turned her face sideways, stared at her student with sharp eyes like examining a prisoner, and hummed a voice in her throat: "Huh?"

"I just accidentally played a few cards wrongly when I was playing mahjong and my aunt won, and then my aunt asked me about my vacation plan when she was happy.

"I lost money and didn't do a good job in language management. I accidentally leaked my travel plan..."

After quietly taking a few steps back under the strong aura of Sato Miwako, Uehara Katsumi blinked and confessed his criminal plan.

Seeing Miwako Sato put one hand on her forehead with a confident look, she didn't know what to say for a while.

She still doesn't know why Uehara Katsumi still came up with the curve-saving method of pleasing the so-called "future mother-in-law" first, but her mother still likes this young guy who is not only sweet-mouthed but also good at playing mahjong.

Now it's all right, it's all over.

In the past, her mother urged her to go on a blind date, telling her not to squat at home and watch TV as soon as she was on vacation, or be careful and die alone in the future;
Now it's her mother who says "Uehara-kun will be a good husband in the future, I don't know which little girl will be cheaper" when she is free, and "I wish I had a son-in-law like Uehara-kun". Miwako Sato rolled her eyes.

She felt that her mother probably had some serious misunderstanding of Uehara Katsumi.

"Tell me the truth, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into my mother?" The more she thought about it, the more angry Miwako Sato's eyes gradually became dangerous, and she pressed Uehara Katsumi, who kept retreating until there was no way back.

"I'm a policeman, and I never do anything illegal."

The man who raised his hands in a gesture of surrender pursed his lips into a smile: "I can swear to God. Besides, the reason why I met your mother at the beginning was also an accident. Who knows, I just went to the mahjong parlor to play mahjong and relax. Meet Auntie."

Miwako Sato looked at him without showing any weakness: "Do you know that your mouth has lost much credibility this year?"

"If I lie, let me be drowned."

"Can you find any more outrageous reasons?"

"No, because I am the champion of the college swimming competition, and I have a medal."

"..."

For a while, Miwako Sato, whose throat was blocked by this revolving brain circuit, opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

The elevator door on the first floor dinged just right, saving the short-haired policewoman who was stuck in her thoughts.

"In short, don't tell my mother about your messy things in the future."

"I've never said anything messy. What my aunt said when I played mahjong with me was just some parents' gossip, such as comparing the children with the other two aunts.

"Speaking of this Sato, I really didn't expect your middle school to be so cool."

After stepping out of the elevator, Katsumi Uehara, who turned on the offensive, winked and said, "It's so cool, I really want to impress you."

"...????!!!!!!"

For a moment, Miwako Sato, whose forehead was struck by five thunderbolts, suddenly widened her eyes: "What? Wait a minute! Tell me clearly!"

"It's running out of time, it's 12:30, I have to rush home."

"Hey! Uehara!"

"See you tomorrow, Sato-senpai."

Under the clear moonlight, the man with a suit in his hand turned his head with a smirk, gestured to Miwako Sato who was chasing up, and gestured to see you tomorrow, then jumped into his pink EVO with the windows still open .

The tires picked up the snow, the sound of the roaring engine was accompanied by the chorus of the exhaust pipe, and some dead leaves clattered on the dust.

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(End of this chapter)