Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 43 Fireworks on Valentine's Day (3) [Third update]

"..."

The old man standing there opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to refute something.It's a pity that he still couldn't say it in the end, and could only watch the back that didn't seem to want to have too much to do with him drift away.

For a long time, he put his hands behind his back and sighed, but then smiled.

In a sense, what Uehara Katsumi said was not wrong.He is a policeman, and all he can do is arrest people, interrogate people, and close cases.

"We've met a good policeman, which is a blessing."

Looking around at the exquisite works of art that look like his own children, curator Ochiai murmured in a low voice.

If it weren't for Uehara Katsuji, then he might still be rehearsing his murder plan at this moment, instead of standing in the sun and being with the art museum in a fair manner.

He thought so from the bottom of his heart.

As for why he tacitly agreed that the armor and sword that night was a rehearsal for killing... Since Katsumi Uehara guessed it, he naturally had to show his sincerity and prove that he really gave up the idea of ​​killing people.

Mihua Central Hospital, canteen.

Ma Sheng, who is here alone for lunch, is actually wearing headphones, sitting by the window with a book in his hand, chewing slowly, the title of the book bathed in the warm sun is particularly eye-catching——

"Self Rescue, God Help"

On the cover, someone fell into the mud and fell into the mud, someone struggled to get out of the mud with the help of others, and someone was drowned in the black mud while praying to the sky with his hands folded;

In the earphones is the new song of Yoko Okino, a superstar who was once pushed to the forefront because of her ex-boyfriend's suicide and blame.

Good to hear.

For an ordinary artist, the shock enough to affect his career did not break down this stubborn, optimistic and positive female idol, her voice is as pleasant as ever.

Katsumi Uehara, who was driving, began to move his fingers to the rhythm.

I have to say that Yoko Okino has the ability to be so popular, at least it is not a vase, and it is no wonder that Kogoro Mori, a salty uncle, is so obsessed.

After returning to the Metropolitan Police Department, Katsumi Uehara, who bought some bread and juice at the convenience store across the road, opened the bread package and took a bite while flipping through the new mail in the mailbox of his mobile phone.

Ok……

In addition to advertising or advertising, it is somewhat outrageous.

Katsumi Uehara, who had manually deleted a letter, stepped out of the elevator and returned to the office area of ​​the third department with his lunch.

"Hey, you'll have this for lunch, Uehara?"

"Working overtime, I don't have time to eat something good."

"You work overtime?"

"Go, go, be careful that I will wear small shoes for you."

Saying goodbye to the surprised inspectors, Katsumi Uehara, who sat down on his desk and raised his legs, unscrewed the cap of the juice bottle, raised his head and took a few sips. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a few policemen who were directing Miwako Sato at work——

"The results of these call records must be given to me before nine o'clock tonight, understand?"

Several police officers who received the assignment saluted in unison: "Understood!"

Pressing her tongue against her slightly dry lips, Miwako Sato, who had just turned around and picked up the cup on the table to drink water, turned her head to meet Katsumi Uehara's eyes.

"Are you back? How about the District Prosecutor's Office?" Miwako Sato was obviously surprised to see Katsumi Uehara coming back so soon.

"Had a very cordial and friendly exchange with the drug dealers, and they all said they were going to complain to the judge that my behavior this Valentine's Day was too much for them."

Uehara Katsumi raised the half-eaten butter bread in his hand, and then took another bite: "Satou, do you think I am too attractive to make those people feel uncontrollable?"

"Being able to say such a thing clearly shows that your charm is far beyond the imagination of those drug dealers." Miwako Sato, who was leaning on the edge of the workstation and tearing open the bag of toast slices, took out a slice and put it into her mouth, affirming vaguely road.

"I thought you were praising me. How, the bomber made progress?"

"Following Ikeda's instructions, I captured several of his subordinates, who were about to hide to avoid the limelight. Then, we obtained a large number of call records."

Miwako Sato, who took a sip of water, patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "According to the account, there is indeed a mysterious person who is doing bomb deals with them."

"Looks like you'll be closing the case soon."

Sitting leisurely on the chair and leaning back, Katsumi Uehara, who subconsciously shook his legs, wiped his lips: "What did the Megure Police Department say?"

"I haven't had time to report to him. It is said that I received a report more than an hour ago. He led the team to the scene of the crime. He hasn't come back yet. I guess the team will be closed at night."

"Yes, it's Valentine's Day after all, I understand."

"What does Valentine's Day have to do with the murder?" Miwako Sato blinked, not quite understanding the man's brain circuit.

"The relationship is getting bigger. Love murder is one of the most numerous types of cases in the world. If you meet a violent person, maybe you can set off fireworks for you—"

boom! ! !
A loud explosion under the distant sky, like a muffled thunder, interrupted Uehara Katsumi's teasing through the spread of the wind.The latter turned his head slightly stiffly, staring in disbelief at the little black spot that billowed with black smoke.

"what's the situation?!"

"What happened?!"

"Is it an explosion? It seems to be a little far away, and the telescope can't see it clearly."

The police officers who were still in the office area gathered around the window and discussed in groups. Miwako Sato and Katsumi Uehara, who came back to their senses, looked at each other, and they both saw solemnity and worry in each other's eyes.

"Satou, did the people you caught say what the mysterious man bought the bomb for?"

"No, they also don't know what to ask."

After the brief conversation, the two immediately put down the half-eaten butter bread and toast in their hands, picked up the handsets of the landline phones on their workstations, and dialed the intercom number.

"9-chome 23, Beika-cho."

"The rescue team has set off and will arrive at the destination in about seven minutes."

After the very tacit division of labor and inquiries, the moment they hung up the phone, Miwako Sato and Katsumi Uehara looked at each other, and they said the results of their questions almost at the same time.

"It looks like the car parked at the hospital won't be able to drive back at noon today." Uehara Katsumi, who put the unfinished bread and juice into a bag and held it in his hand, greeted him.

"I hope your doctor friend won't charge me for parking." Miwako Sato, who was also carrying toast to prepare lunch on the road, lifted her leg and walked out.

"I think so."

The two people who quickly stepped into the elevator and went downstairs had a very clear purpose and went straight to the parking lot.

The siren sounded, and the red light went straight all the way.

"Police! Everyone retreats beyond the cordon! Immediately!"

　ps: I'm a little sleepy, and the writing is a bit slow. It is said that one point has become two points, but the problem is not big, three more!

　　pps: ask for tickets~please read~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)