Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 41 Fireworks on Valentine's Day (1) [First update]

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Seeing the young woman who came to the door nodding to confirm his doubts, Mori Kogoro almost lost his balance and fell off the sofa.

"That... Mrs. Miyazawa, let me confirm with you again, it's Takasugi—"

"Takasugi Toshihiko, the future heir of the Takasugi Foundation."

The woman in a long black double-breasted trench coat interrupted Kogoro Mori's doubts, and the pearl necklace on her snow-white neck shone brightly in the sunlight shining into the office: "You heard me right, it's him. "

After repeating the name in an extremely positive tone, Miyazawa Yuka folded her palms on her thighs, and looked at the middle-aged detective in front of her with some expectation between her brows.

Kogoro Mori who didn't know what he was thinking about didn't know when he put away his greasiness and exaggeration, and happened to meet the woman's eyes full of hope when he raised his eyes.

The appearance of being weak but strong while supporting the strong is sighing.

"Mrs. Miyazawa, you should know the status of the Takasugi Foundation in Japan."

Following Mouri Kogoro's opening after thinking for a while, the light in Miyazawa Yuka's eyes suddenly dimmed a lot.But disappointment is disappointment, she did not lose her composure, but stood up from the sofa with her proper bearing: "I understand, sorry to disturb you, Detective Maori."

"What I mean is, my investigation will probably not have the desired result in the end. Even so, Mrs. Miyazawa, are you willing to pay the fee?"

——? !

Miyazawa Yuka, who was already ready to say goodbye, suddenly froze in place, and an indescribable joy unconsciously climbed her brows: "Yes! I am willing! It doesn't matter how much money you want, I can send it to you." The insurance company paid all the compensation for my husband's death!"

"That's not so much. My fees have always been very fair."

Mori Kogoro stood up and straightened the collar of his suit with a very serious look, and his tone of an elite detective was reassuring: "Then, please trouble Mrs. Miyazawa to tell me what happened in detail."

The young woman in black, who was trying to calm down her emotions, nodded gratefully, and then sat back on the sofa under the watchful eyes of Mori Kogoro, took a sip from her teacup, and slowly opened up the conversation——

"My husband's name is Miyazawa Nobu. He is a manager of the finance department of Takasugi Group. Before the accident, he was in charge of the Mihua Submarine Sightseeing Tunnel."

"Mihua Submarine Sightseeing Tunnel? The one from the Suzuki Foundation?" Kogoro Mori, who was taking notes, stopped writing when he heard the words, full of surprise.

How does this involve the Suzuki consortium?
"This undersea tunnel project was led by the Suzuki Foundation, and the Takasugi Foundation also participated in it and took a share. My husband was in charge of this before his death."

Yuka Miyazawa, who hastily explained, pulled back her long hair from her forehead to behind her ears, and tried her best to organize her words to express as much information as possible: "Originally everything was normal, but in an account check My husband noticed something was wrong and he felt someone was using the program to make money.

"With the idea of ​​being responsible to the company, my husband quickly found out the source of the fraudulent accounts along this line."

Mori Kogoro stopped writing and frowned: "Takasugi Toshihiko? This doesn't make sense. He is the future heir of the Takasugi Consortium. There is absolutely no need to do such a thing."

"It's his subordinates."

Speaking of this, Miyazawa Yuka gradually became emotional: "My husband received a warning when he found his subordinates, but he seemed to have discovered some secret, and then the whole person became very nervous. At that time, I felt that Something is wrong, but when you ask him, he doesn't say anything!"

Mori Kogoro, who listened silently, pushed the tissue box in front of his client without saying a word, just in case.

"After that, my husband had a car accident. I don't believe it was a car accident. There is no such a coincidence in this world! And I think the doctor who was responsible for rescuing my husband was also bought by Takasugi Toshihiko. They were on the operating table Killed my husband's last hope of surviving with his own hands!"

It was as if the grievances of running here and there for the past month finally had an outlet, and the woman who became more and more emotional finally spoke with obvious whimpers, and tears ran down the sides of her cheeks. The side slides down like a meteor.

"I explained everything to the police, but they still decided to close the case with accidental death. If I hadn't shamelessly went to the gate of the Tokyo District Prosecutor's Office and knelt down to beg for help from a friend I don't know very well, I'm afraid my husband is really in vain. died!

I have also approached many detectives, but those detectives waved their hands and refused immediately after hearing that the case involved the Takasugi Foundation and the Suzuki Foundation, you are the first person willing to listen to me, Detective Maori..."

Emotions poured out like a flood, and the woman wiping her tears with a tissue seemed to realize her gaffe, stood up and bowed to Mori Kogoro in embarrassment, and apologized with sobs: "I'm sorry I lost my composure, anyway... Thank you again, Maori Detective."

"I understand your feelings, Mrs. Miyazawa." Kogoro Mouri said solemnly, getting up and pouring another glass of water and handing it to the young woman: "Don't worry, I will do my best to investigate. This matter is on my shoulders."

Miyazawa Yuka, who stretched out both hands to take the water glass, bowed again: "Thank you."

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"You're welcome."

Tokyo Metropolitan Prosecutor's Office, the gate.

Katsumi Uehara, leaning against the marble pillar at the door with his hands in his pockets, tilted his head in the face of his friend's thanks, chewed his gum and blew a huge bubble: "It's just catching a few drug dealers, it's trivial. But I still feel that compared What I said is that practical actions are more effective, if you have this skill, why not ask me to eat two more meals."

"I'm fine, but are you sure you want to go out for dinner with me today? Where's your police officer Sato?" Asao, who was wrapped in a white down jacket, smiled and shook his hands, and water droplets immediately splashed on Kaehara Katsumi's face.

"Spent Valentine's Day at the police station with two bombers."

Katsumi Uehara, who wiped his face, kicked Aso's ass in disgust, and the latter laughed and twisted to avoid it.

"You two are a good match. One Valentine's Day with the bomber, and the other Valentine's Day with the drug dealer."

"Sorry, the police don't deserve to celebrate Valentine's Day." The words, not to mention yin and yang, but at least with some personal grievances, burst out of Uehara Katsumi's throat: "It's not like your doctors from Dongda University, they are delicious."

"I heard that you never missed Valentine's Day before. This year's Valentine's Day should be your first absence, right? Or the second time?"

Thinking that Katsumi Uehara had been in the Metropolitan Police Department for a year, Aso asked honestly.

"Spread rumors, slander, find out who you heard from, and I will arrest you directly, without even the lawyer's letter."

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