Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 42 Fireworks on Valentine's Day (2) [Second update]

"Listen to Officer Sato."

"As expected of Mei Hezi, she has a keen eye for the details, and my old background has been seen through."

"Fuck off."

Asahi laughed and cursed, and kicked his friend back: "Believe it or not, I charge you for parking? Officer Sato's car is still parked in my parking space."

Uehara Katsumi, who twisted to the left to avoid the kick, walked down the steps: "I don't care whoever stops."

"Do you have the nerve not to give it?"

"Do you have the nerve to ask for it?"

The two people walking and arguing from the top of the steps attracted the attention of many people who came in and out.

Asao, who was not as thick-skinned as Uehara Katsumi, was the first to stop the fight that was destined to have no winner: "It's alright, alright, stop wrangling here, what's for lunch, I'll treat you."

"I don't care, as long as I avoid places where couples get together."

"That's probably only the Children's Paradise—ah, no, my brother said yesterday that several girls invited him to dinner today. I'm afraid the Children's Paradise is not clean today. You have to go to the canteen of the kindergarten."

Hearing the words, Uehara Katsumi couldn't help squinting at him: "Your brother?"

"The child of my adoptive parents has just entered junior high school this year."

"Then you have to be careful, don't look back and your brother brought you three pregnant siblings."

Ma Cheng glanced up and down contemptuously: "Listen to you, have you done it before?"

"Slander me again, believe it or not, I'll treat you to pork chop rice at noon?" Katsumi Uehara turned the car key with fishy eyes, and in the parking space not far away, a particularly eye-catching pink EVO quietly parked There.

Aso, who was not interested in pork chop rice, couldn't help shaking his head.

"Tsk tsk, no matter how many times you look at it, your pink color is still so flamboyant."

"It's magenta, your elementary art teacher will cry."

Katsumi Uehara, who fastened his seat belt after getting in the car, glanced at his mouth, and was about to suffer unreasonable damage when he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of a bell from his suit pocket——

When I took it out, it was an unfamiliar number without a note.

Aso, who knew the general situation, did not speak, just sat quietly in his seat, and exchanged glances with his friend who looked up.

"Hey?"

Katsumi Uehara, who was suspicious, pressed the answer button, and after a while, an old voice with many vicissitudes of life came out of the receiver——

"Your phone number is really hard to find, Officer Uehara."

"Director Ochiai?"

The moment he heard the voice, the old man who retired from the studio next door to Conan suddenly appeared in Katsumi Uehara's mind.

"It seems that you didn't write down my phone number, one of the disadvantages of not taking notes, Officer Uehara."

"I usually don't remember the prisoner's contact information." Chao Aso gestured a gesture of nothing, and Uehara Katsumi responded with a chuckle, and his tone couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or normal.

"At noon today, Police Officer Uehara, do you have time? I would like to treat you to a meal." The old curator Ochiai, who didn't care about these things, still had a cheerful attitude on the other end of the phone.

"Bring me to dinner?" Katsumi Uehara, who slowly turned the steering wheel after starting the car, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something, his brows slightly raised and his tone changed: "Of course."

"I'll be waiting for you at the Medieval Art Museum, Officer Uehara."

After hanging up the phone, Asahi Shishi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head to look at his friend with a thoughtful expression: "Prisoner?"

"I was arrested and taken to the police station, but unfortunately it was too late, and I didn't have the kind of pork chop rice."

Gradually guessing a result in his mind, Katsumi Uehara pressed the music playback button on the central control, looking a little comfortable: "You saved money on this meal at noon today, please buy it next time."

"Reformed?"

"Well, if my speculation is true."

After driving Asoshi back to the Mihua Central Hospital with music playing, Katsumi Uehara turned the car around and headed straight for the Medieval Art Museum.

Different from the night when you can't see your fingers, the art museum building looks magnificent during the day, and the sense of medieval art that blows your face is enough to show that the designer has really put a lot of thought into it.

Perhaps because it was noon, there were not many people in the art gallery.Katsumi Uehara, who walked in from the main entrance, was not in a hurry to call the curator Ochiai, but looked at the various paintings displayed in the main hall with great interest.

If I remember correctly, there should be a work called "Heaven's Punishment" in this exhibition area.

As one of the representative episodes of Conan's early plot, Katsumi Uehara was very impressed.

Unfortunately, after going around several exhibition areas, he did not see the painting in his memory.

"Officer Uehara, are you also interested in medieval artwork?"

"I'm not interested, I can't afford to pay, just take a look."

"Actually, the museum is not full of antiques."

The old man who did not know when appeared at the entrance of the B1 exhibition area smiled and stroked his gray beard, and after hearing the overtones, he joked cheerfully.

That night, Uehara Katsumi still vividly remembers how he hurriedly inserted the antique after he got it.

"My understanding of the stuff in the Middle Ages is limited to the extracurricular books I read when I was a student, and I don't have that artistic talent." Turning around, Uehara Katsumi glanced at the old man in front of him——

The mental head is obviously not bad.

The well-tailored brown suit made him somewhat younger.

The noncommittal old man smiled kindly: "But your respect for artworks is something that many people in this industry have never had."

"Why do I feel that you seem to have something to say, Director Ochiai?"

"I fired a guy."

"It's good for you, an art museum, to reduce the burden of wages."

"He stole things from art museums and sold them more than once."

Katsumi Uehara, who squinted his eyes slightly, wiped the non-existent dust on the booth closest to him with his right hand, and blew: "You have to go to the second search section, I'm from the first search section."

"You are the one who made me make up my mind to do this." The old man put his hands behind his back, with a hint of relief in his smile: "Officer Uehara."

"It seems that your harvest is good." Looking up at the huge space structure around him, Uehara Katsumi said in a curious tone: "Have you found a new benefactor?"

"Thanks to you, I found lawyer Fei Yingli and asked her to help terminate the original acquisition contract of the art museum."

Looking at the works of art that look like his own children, Director Ochiai smiled like a child who got candy, and was very happy: "Then, I found Mr. Suzuki Jiroyoshi, the shareholder of the Suzuki Foundation, with my contacts.

"Fortunately, Mr. Suzuki Jirokichi is very interested in taking over the Medieval Art Museum."

"Congratulations, I got what I wanted." Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows and expressed his joy.

"If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I'd be overwhelmed with anger, Officer Uehara."

Already at the age of half a foot into the coffin, but still almost made a big mistake out of anger.Now that the overall situation has been settled, Director Ochiai, who has regained his sanity, looked a little lonely: "You saved this art museum."

"Can I take you as an admission that wearing armor and holding a knife in the middle of the night is practicing how to kill?" Uehara Katsumi chuckled when he heard the words. Although the sentence was questionable, there was no questioning tone.

Director Ochiai didn't speak, and fell into silence.

"Since you're fine, I'll skip the lunch at noon. I'm allergic to artists." After confirming Ochiai's condition with his own eyes, Uehara Katsumi put one hand in his pocket and walked out of the exhibition hall.

"Also, you are the one who saved the museum, not me. As a policeman, I will only arrest you."

　ps: Damn, I thought I set a timer, but when I came back, I didn’t have a timer...

　　It should be because I hurried to a meeting after finishing two chapters in the afternoon and forgot...

　　pps: I just got home now, and Chapter 3 should be finished and sent around one o'clock.

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(End of this chapter)