Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 40 The Lonely Snake (4k [-]-in-[-])

"What did you say? I'm going to the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office?"

"Ah, but it's not a big problem. It's just to confirm your identity. Just tell the truth."

"Confirm my identity? What do you mean?"

"The drug dealers will definitely start with the fact that you disguised yourself as a woman and hid your identity on the island. For safety's sake, the prosecutor needs to confirm what happened with you one-on-one."

At midnight in Tokyo, the starry sky is intoxicatingly beautiful.

Katsumi Uehara, leaning against the railing of the balcony of the rented apartment, shook the martini in his cup, and smiled lazily under the bright moonlight: "It's only natural to sneak into the island in disguise to investigate the truth about the death of my father. Don't worry." , come true."

"..."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone——

"I see. Thanks, Uehara."

After a long time, Ma Cheng's real voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone.Turning around and putting the wine glass on the man's hand on the leisure table on the balcony, there was a pause, and then he whistled like a normal person: "You're welcome, hang up, remember to come to the police station to find me at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Shouldn't it be you who came to the hospital to look for me? Your police officer Sato's car is still parked in my parking space, don't you want it?"

"Satou has been working overtime for the past two days. When he gets off work at night, the security guard at the hospital is probably asleep in the security booth, and he even took a car. I will occupy your parking space for two more days."

"...you fucking pick up girls in my parking space, where is my car parked?!"

"Stop talking nonsense, this is called police-civilian cooperation."

"???"

"I will apply to the Mumu Police Department for a pennant of the Good Citizen Award for you. If you don't get the application, I will pay for you to print a copy. That's it, hang up."

"Uehara, you—"

Kubado Town, Asai house.

In the hallway, Ma Chengshi, who obviously just came back from the evening shift, stared blankly at the interface that showed the end of the call, and his full output was instantly useless.

"This bastard..."

Looking at the name noted on the communication interface, Ma Cheng, who was full of complaints and turned into a laugh, actually threw the key on the entrance cabinet at will, making a "click" sound when it collided.

Turn around the corner of the entrance and turn on the light in the living room.

The three photo frames placed in a conspicuous position next to the TV cabinet made Ma Sheng purse his lips, stepped forward a few steps, and bent over to pick them up.

Father, mother, sister.

Caressing the mirror surface of the photo frame, childhood memories flooded into my heart instantly, and the corners of Ma Chengshi's mouth unconsciously pursed.

"In order to investigate the truth of my father's death..."

At this point, it doesn't matter whether Katsumi Uehara has found out some clues or is just pretending to be stupid.What's important is that he was ashamed to use another method to get revenge——

No bloody vengeance on hand.

He can still live in the sunshine, step by step towards a bright future.

Taking a deep breath, he put aside all the thoughts in his mind, and Ma Cheng, who put down the photo, was really about to take a shower, but suddenly heard the slight sound of footsteps coming from the entrance——

"Brother, shh, parents aren't here, are they?"

Holding a box of exquisitely wrapped chocolates in his hand, the young boy who was in high spirits poked his head out of the porch, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the person in the living room was his brother.

"What are you doing? Did you steal something into your house?" Ma Cheng laughed at it.

"Don't mention it, I secretly took out some of the private money that my father hid today to buy this. I'm afraid of being discovered."

The young man raised the gorgeously packaged chocolate box in his hand, and he laughed happily: "Brother, since you came back from Yueying Island and joined the Mihua Central Hospital, you are considered young and promising. Is there any beautiful female doctor and nurse who will invite you out to play tomorrow? I got invitations from three girls, oh, three."

"Going out to play tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, isn't it brother, you work so hard that you even forget such an important event?"

Perhaps the young man was too startled and focused all his attention on his elder brother, unaware that a figure slowly walked out from the entrance behind him at some point——

Because of the angle, Ma Sheng was hesitant to speak when he saw it, and the final result was...

"I let you bastard steal my money! I let you bastard steal my money!"

Mr. Asai, who is over 50 years old this year, kicked his own son's ass with a flying kick!

"Dad?! What are you—Mom! Where are you, Mom! Dad wants to beat me! He wants to beat me for hiding money!"

"Your mother works overtime tonight, no one can save you, stop and don't run, you brat!"

"Brother! Help me!"

"It's a pity. I have to go back to my room to take a shower. I'm too tired from work." Seeing the warm scene of the old and the young fighting in front of him, Ma Sheng, who couldn't help but raise his mouth, stretched his waist, waved his hands and walked up. up the second floor.

Behind it is the homely drama of young and old chasing each other, and upstairs is the corridor that always leaves light for oneself. Ma Shengshi, who is more and more cheerful as he walks, even feels the wailing sound of his brother being beaten is particularly pleasant and pleasant.

"Thanks, Keji."

The whisper that no second person can hear is quietly drifting into the distance with the cold wind of winter night.

Rice Flower Town, Sato House.

Miwako Sato, who had just taken a shower, walked out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped. She looked around the bathroom for a while but couldn't see the hair dryer. She felt a little strange: "Mom, do you know where the hair dryer is? Mom?"

"It's in the living room, come and get it."

"The living room? What are you doing in the living room—"

Untiing the dry towel and rubbing her wet hair, Miwako Sato, who had just stepped into the living room, saw her mother sitting solemnly on the side of the coffee table with four hair dryers in front of her, her doubtful voice stopped abruptly, and she had already stepped into the living room. The right foot that came out hesitated for a moment and was about to retract.

"Stop, come and sit down." The woman in the kimono of Patriarch Sato said calmly.

"Uh, no mom, it just occurred to me that I have short hair and it dries quickly and naturally without a blow dryer."

"Don't worry, mom won't force you to go on a blind date. I lost that thick blind date list long ago."

Miwako Sato who heard the words blinked, as if she still couldn't believe it: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Come and sit down. Mom has something to ask you."

Seeing that the tone of the mother who raised her posture did not seem to be false, Miwako Sato felt relieved and walked directly opposite her mother, and sat on the ground without any image——

The corner of the bathrobe slid down with the arch of the thigh. Against the backdrop of the slender and powerful calf, the white and flexible toes touched the futon rhythmically.

"What's the matter, mom?"

"I saw that the person who sent you back tonight is Police Officer Uehara. Did he catch you? Is it going to be the first Valentine's Day with you?" Sato's mother, who was serious one second before, revealed her true colors the next second. , slapped the table, and approached his daughter excitedly to ask.

"..."

Miwako Sato, who reached out to pick a few grapes from the coffee table and stuffed them into her mouth, couldn't help but rolled her eyes: I knew it.

"I went out in the morning and got stuck in traffic. The car was parked at Mihua Central Hospital. I worked overtime late at night. After the hospital got off work, I had to take his car back."

Pushing away the mother who was too close with one hand, Miwako Sato slumped her face, and responded weakly: "I will find time to go to the hospital and drive back at noon tomorrow. As for Valentine's Day, my case has not been solved yet."

"What, Miwako, you can't do this. You're already 28 years old, and you're going to 30 in the blink of an eye. It's hard to find someone like Uehara-kun—"

"Oh, that's it, Mom, I'm going back to my room."

"Oh no, why don't you listen to what the child says? You will suffer a disadvantage if you don't listen to the old man. You started kindergarten when Mom was your age..."

The Sato House, which had been lonely for a whole day, became lively again. The mother and daughter chased each other away from the severe cold in the night, and brought the house into a warm spring.

"Really..."

Sato Miwa, who had difficulty returning to the room, closed the door to completely isolate herself from the hustle and bustle.

Her wet hair was still dripping, and she was rubbing her hair with a dry towel. Miwako Sato walked to the window on her pink fur mop, and looked up at the crescent moon in the starry sky.

"Is it the eve of Valentine's Day..."

At this point, Uehara Katsumi is probably busy in some bar at the moment, preparing for the rumored Valentine's Day that he never misses.

"Ah!"

His body shivered from the cold, and the man who sneezed suddenly woke up from his sleep.Rubbing his nose, he took a tissue to wipe his snot, Katsumi Uehara looked around sleepily.

The martini, which was almost bottomed out, was placed on the leisure coffee table, but the blanket used to keep out the cold fell under the recliner at some point, lying on the ground with the recliner to blow the air, and there was also a mobile phone with the screen on——

The Snake game that broke the personal record has not yet exited, and the interface declaring game failure after biting one's own tail is particularly clear under the moonlight.

"Are you asleep..." Katsumi Uehara, who was rubbing his temples, bared his teeth, bent over to pick up the blanket and cell phone, then stood up slowly, and subconsciously glanced at the balcony not far from him——

There are children crying for mother, and men and women in love kissing romantically under the moonlight;
There was a man who just came home from overtime and shared anecdotes with his wife on the balcony, and the couple toasted to life on the balcony.

Without exception, they all had their lights on.

Rubbing his eyes, Katsumi Uehara, who was wearing a blanket, yawned, turned and pushed open the glass door of the balcony, and subconsciously landed on the light switch on the wall——

"Forget it, save some electricity, the electricity bill is not cheap..."

After returning to the bedroom, Katsumi Uehara touched the remote control of the air conditioner and turned on the heater directly. He fell on the soft pillow and fell into an unfinished dreamland.

The next day, Uehara Katsumi woke up from the heat.

"Damn! Did I drink a martini last night? It's such a high temperature!"

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"So, that's why you don't have time to dry your hair in the morning?"

In front of Sato's house, in the hot pink EVO, Miwako Sato, who sat in the co-pilot, stared at the artist Katsumi Uehara, whose hair was obviously full of messy beauty, grinned, and then quickly suppressed the smile.

"This is to pick you up, but if you don't pick you up late, you will be late." Katsumi Uehara gave the woman an angry look, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car away slowly under the watchful eyes of Sato's mother.

"All right, all right, thank you for your hard work. My mother specially prepared breakfast for you, and put it here for you."

"Breakfast alone is not enough. No matter what, you have to add another dinner or supper."

"I don't know when to have dinner, next time." Miwako Sato, who started to sigh at this point, turned her head and looked out the window: "The principal culprit of the bomb case let go, he admitted that he sold some of the bombs he had on hand, But he didn't know the real identity of the buyer."

"Is the business communicated by phone?" Katsumi Uehara, who was steering the steering wheel, looked around and asked.

"Yes."

"What about bank accounts, cell phone numbers, etc?"

"I have entrusted my colleagues to investigate, but the results may not come out so quickly."

"Looks like you're going to be busier than me today."

Seeing that there was a tendency to traffic jam ahead, Katsumi Uehara decisively changed the road and smiled: "This Valentine's Day is for nothing."

"What about you? What's the plan?"

"How about spending time with a group of drug dealers in the prosecutor's office, is it romantic?"

Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and said noncommittally: "It sounds good, at least it's much better than me following a few bombers."

"That's far from it. Those bastards would blow my head off if they had a gun in their hands. Their attitude towards me is so enthusiastic."

Katsumi Uehara, who turned the steering wheel at high speed and then made a detour and went straight, blew a whistle, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing under the three-story building marked "Mori Detective Agency" in the front left— —

"Ok?"

"Excuse me?"

Maori Detective Agency in Mihua Town, on the second floor.

Even though he had already had breakfast, Mori Kogoro, who obviously hadn't fully awakened from sleep, opened the door impatiently after hearing the doorbell, and immediately changed his face when he saw a well-dressed lady in front of the door.

"Excuse me, is this the Mori Detective Agency...?"

The woman who wasn't very sure took a step back, her expression obviously suspicious.

"Of course, I'm a humble man, it's the owner of this firm—the detective Mouri Kogoro." In just 1 minute, Mouri Kogoro, who quickly completed the management of clothes, performed in front of the female clients who came to the door. The "dress-changing magic" of turning into a living person stunned the eyes of those who came.

"You, hello, my name is Miyazawa Yuka, and I'm here to ask you to help investigate the real cause of my husband's death and overturn the police's argument about his accidental death."

The woman who recovered from the sluggishness handed out her business card to Mori Kogoro, and slowly walked into the living room to sit down at the latter's invitation.

"Hiss... May I ask Mrs. Miyazawa, who is your husband?"

"Yes, Miyazawa Nobu. He had a car accident a month ago and died after being sent to the hospital. The name of the surgeon at that time was Zhiya Xia Muchuan."

The plump young woman named Miyazawa Yuka said what she knew: "I suspect that he was assassinated by the heir of the Takasugi consortium, because he has some terrible secrets."

"The heir of the Takasugi Foundation? The one who was getting married in the news recently?" Mori Kogoro was taken aback.

"Yes, that's right, it's him, Takasugi Toshihiko, the rich second generation who is going to marry the daughter of the manager of the First Investigation Division."

　After writing 4000 words, I didn't know how to divide them into chapters, so I just put them together.

　　So far all the foreshadowing has been completed, and the first case begins.

　　Ask for tickets~Please follow up~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)