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One day later, sitting on the sofa at home, Miyamoto Kiyoshi looked at all the pictures taken by the camera installed in the flowers that day on his computer, and a smile appeared on his lips again.

"Hey, Dad, I have something to tell you."

Turning off the computer, Miyamoto Kiyoshi took out his mobile phone and dialed Miyamoto Masato's number.

"Huh? What happened recently? Why didn't I get the news?"

"Dad, you are wrong. It's not what you think. This time it's my business. I'm getting married."

"Oh, I'm getting married." Masato Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the matter was not related to his political circle, and casually agreed. But after two or three seconds, Masato Miyamoto finally realized that what he had just heard What happened? A scream suddenly rang from the other end of the phone, "What! Are you getting married?"

Miyamoto Seihisa, who was well prepared, had already held the phone far away, but even so, the screams still made Miyamoto Seihisa's eardrums hurt.

"Dad, do you need such a big reaction? I am getting married, not you."

Sighing helplessly, Miyamoto Kiyoshi said that this generation of parents is really difficult to lead.

"How come I don't know when it was decided? For now, your marriage is the most important thing for the Miyamoto family. Do you know that?"

However, what Miyamoto Kiyoshi didn't expect was that the one who responded to him was Masato Miyamoto's shout!

"Oops, dad, is it necessary to be so excited? This kind of thing should be simple, just do it for a while, there is no need to be formalistic."

"Hmph! What do you know? We are the Miyamoto family. We are a family that has been carrying the name of nobility since the Warring States Period. We are also the purest bloodline. As the next heir of the family, your wedding must not be hasty. Well, since you don’t want to take care of it, just listen to my arrangements when the time comes.”

In this way, Miyamoto Masato took over Miyamoto Kiyoshi's wedding preparations as a matter of course.

"Eh~"

Listening to his father's tone, Miyamoto Kiyoshi could roughly imagine what his wedding would be like in the near future.

Things did not go beyond Miyamoto Kiyoshi's expectations.

Just a week later, when the season turned into early summer, the whole of Tokyo was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere.

Police patrol cars can be seen everywhere on the streets, and the number of routine visits to every house has become more frequent.

Some old cases within the Metropolitan Police Department have also been pulled out again, and their harmfulness has been re-evaluated to decide whether to continue to pursue them in the near future.

All in all, in the next half month, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's goal is to achieve the lowest crime rate in history. To achieve this goal, special operations forces are also on standby at all times.

Not to mention, after such a battle, except for Conan's stable performance of taking away one person every 2 to 3 days, the crime rate in Tokyo as a whole is almost negligible.

In this way, time passed slowly day by day, and Tokyo looked peaceful.

Just ten days before Miyamoto Kiyoshi's wedding, the front pages of major news media were all occupied by a piece of news.

The Narazawa police officer and another criminal named Yoichiro were shot to death one after another.

This piece of news aroused great repercussions in the society. Coupled with the high pressure put by the Metropolitan Police Department on Tokyo's public security environment in the past few days, many rumors began to emerge, pointing the finger at the top brass of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Faced with this situation, Miyamoto Kiyohisa immediately used the power of the media to suppress these remarks. Thousands of part-time navy soldiers stayed up all night to fight, and the atmosphere of public opinion was slowly corrected. However, such a bad incident, in this This period must be resolved as soon as possible.

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, even Masami Miyamoto, who had not been to the Metropolitan Police headquarters for a long time, rushed to the scene.

In a small conference room in the Metropolitan Police Department, an urgent meeting was taking place at the moment.

"Tell me, what is this case about? Why is it happening at this time?"

Masaki Miyamoto crossed his fingers with his hands, rested his elbows on the table, and stared at the three people in front of him.

With Miyamoto Masaki's gaze on them, the three of them looked at me and me at you. After all, Odagiri Toshiro was the first to speak.

"Deputy Director Miyamoto, the situation is like this. Due to the recent requirements to strengthen public security management, we have made some assessments of past cases. The two colleagues who died in the line of duty started to pursue the old cases because of this incident, and This case..."

After speaking for four or five minutes, Miyamoto Masaki nodded.

"So, given you seven days, can this matter be resolved? Regarding the pressure of public opinion in the society, I will help you resist it all. If you are not sure or haven't resolved it in seven days, then this matter I have to take matters into my own hands."

Unleashing his fingers, Miyamoto knocked on the conference table, lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and stared at the three police officers in front of him.

Hearing that Miyamoto Masaki was willing to give him seven days, Odagiri Toshiro breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Deputy Director Miyamoto, please rest assured that we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer within seven days."

After hearing this, Miyamoto Masaki no longer stayed too much, but turned around and left the conference room.

"Okay, Shiratori, Mu Mu, that's it for now. I'll leave this case to you. Even if I meet that guy, you don't have to give me face!"

"Yes! Minister Odagiri!"

Upon hearing such a promise from Toshiro Odagiri, Officer Megure and Officer Shiratori immediately stood up, saluted and agreed.

Outside the Metropolitan Police Department, Masami Miyamoto got into the back seat of a high-end car.

"Okay, Qingjiu, don't worry too much. I think the murderer of this serial attack on the police will not ruin your wedding."

"Haha, you're not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. It's better to find him first. Okay, uncle, just tell me if you need me. After all, this incident seems to be caused by I will rise."

Slowly lowering the window, Miyamoto Kiyoshi looked at the Metropolitan Police Department building, his eyes flickering.

"Okay, I understand. During this period, please help balance the situation in the media and try not to affect Big Brother."

Miyamoto Masaki nodded, and his eyes followed Miyamoto Kiyoshi and turned to the Metropolitan Police Department outside the window.

"I know, just don't worry!"

Miyamoto Kiyoshi also nodded.

……

Another day has passed, and it seems that there is still no progress in the Metropolitan Police case.

The next morning, Miyamoto Kiyoshi received a call from Miyamoto Masato.