Conan: The Mechanic

10:30 PM, Metropolitan Police Department.

"It's finally finished," Officer Sato sighed after stretching unladylike. "Really, why are there so many things that haven't been archived? It took us so long to sort them out."

"Because they haven't dealt with these things before," Sergeant Shiratori sighed as he put the last stack of documents into the box. "The tidying habits of the previous leader... have a very personal style, so it will take a lot of time for us to inherit."

"The leader you're talking about is the one from the National Police Agency?" She put the document in with Officer Shiratori, and Officer Takagi's expression was a little dignified. "It is said that he seems to have been killed in the previous operation."

"Forget it, don't worry about it, you've worked hard to help me sort out the information, then..." Officer Sato said here, but noticed that Officer Takagi seemed to want to say something. "Takagi, is something wrong?"

"That, I..." Before Officer Takagi finished speaking, Officer Shiratori suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then came in.

"Since things are over, can I treat you to a meal?" Officer Shiratori glanced at Takagi, who was a little dejected because he was robbed of his aura, and then issued an invitation to Officer Sato. "Looking for a good place to enjoy an exquisite youthful life in the spare time of fast-paced work?"

"Okay," Officer Sato nodded immediately. "If you use those sandwiches and the like to deal with a hungry and dizzy stomach every day, you will really despair of life. It's better to enjoy it - let me ask, where are you going?"

"One of my relatives is a French chef at a three-Michelin-starred restaurant. Let's go to him and taste his craftsmanship?" When Officer Shiratori said this, he suddenly felt Officer Sato's body stiffen. "What, is there a problem?"

"Well, I understand your kindness, but I..." Officer Sato's expression was a little helpless. "I can't eat French food very well, why don't I try somewhere else next time I have a chance?"

"Ah..." Officer Shiratori obviously didn't expect to be rejected for this reason. "Okay...Okay, then I'll go back first?"

"Well, what did you want to say, Takagi?" After dismissing Shiratori, Sato looked in Takagi's direction.

"Officer Sato, do you...don't like French cuisine?" Looking at Shiratori's obviously lonely back, Officer Gao asked.

"Actually not. I'm already so tired. If I go to a restaurant with three Michelin stars to eat on the phone, I'll die, right?" Officer Sato curled his lips. "If it's normal, I don't have the energy to go to that kind of high-end restaurant and eat in that laborious and elegant way. It's better to be able to fill my stomach."

"Then, I heard that a very good ramen shop has opened around here recently, or let's go--" Officer Takagi's invitation was hesitant at first, and after seeing that Sato seemed to be satisfied with the [ramen shop], then Speed ​​up your speech.

But at this moment, his words were interrupted again.

"Sato," Officer Megure walked over with a stern face. "What, are you planning to go out to dinner with Takagi?"

"Yeah, after all, I still really want to relax with a bowl of ramen. Do you have anything to do with the police department?" Officer Sato nodded and said this in front of the elated Officer Takagi.

"Cancel it first, Takagi, go back first," Officer Megure waved at Takagi. "Sato, I have something to discuss with you."

"Now?" Officer Sato pouted. "Police, if it's not a serious matter, I still want to eat ramen... I'm starving to death..."

"I'll take you to eat at that restaurant later, but... we need to talk first." Officer Mumu shook his head. "It's urgent, it can't be delayed."

"..." Officer Sato suddenly laughed when he looked at Officer Meguro's stern face. "The police department, what's wrong with you! Your face is so scary! I know it, I don't want to go - then Takagi, go eat it by yourself, I'll talk to the police department?"

Saying this, Sato smiled and waved to Takagi, and walked out with Officer Megure next to him.

"..." Looking at the backs of the two of them, Officer Takagi flashed a possibility in his mind for no reason - but... no way... He is not very good-looking in the police department, and he is so old that he still doesn't look good. I have a home!

Wait a minute, in case Sato really likes this...

Looking at the back of the departing Meguro Police Department, Takagi let out a long sigh.

If that's the case, how can I win!

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The next day (Monday) at 6:30 am.

"Hmm—" Chiba, who had just finished washing up in her pajamas, walked out of Haibara Ai's room—because he didn't want Gregory to destroy Haibara Ai's room~www.NovelMTL.com~ so he could only Let Gregory live in his room.

"Although living in Huiyuan's room is indeed a feast for the eyes, my own room has probably been devastated by that old man, right?" Muttering like this, he pushed open Gregory's door. What came to me was the cigar smell that almost suppressed the scent of the perfume to the point where only the auxiliary unit could resolve it, which obviously came from someone who was wearing a shirt at the window and smoky—

Wait, the smell of perfume? Gregory should not have this habit, right?

Just when Chiba reacted with hindsight, Mizuke Hotaru was walking out of the guest guard in front of him, and at the same time was busy buttoning the last button of his shirt.

"Hurry up and give me the money—" Hotaru didn't notice Chiba's existence at first, but said to Gregory who was smoking a cigar on his own. "Qianyu, why did you get up so early?"

"I got up so early, but..." Qianyu frowned at Yingying's outfit. "Why are you here, Sister Ying?"

"Of course it's to make money," Ying gave him a white look, and then picked up three 1,000-yen bills from the bedside table that Gregory had put there. "Really, it's obviously all my money, why does that guy take a third of it..."

"Tax? Who takes?" Qianyu still couldn't figure out what happened, so she asked this question.

"Fujiwara, she asked me to come here to accompany him, and then said that one third of the labor fee given by the boss (referring to Gregory) should be reserved for him." Hotaru complained.

"You, you..." Qianyu's eyes swayed back and forth between Yingying and Gregory, unable to say a word for a long time.