Ke Xue World Technology Becomes King

"Mr. Miyamoto, why are you here?"

Seeing Miyamoto Kiyohisa, the usually stern Officer Megure couldn't help but soften his tone slightly.

"Ah, Officer Megure, don't call me so loud. You can just call me Miyamoto-san. As for me, I came here because it was so late and the boy hadn't come back yet. Take a look."

Pointing at Hattori Heiji inside, Officer Megure immediately nodded with understanding.

"So it is!"

The combination of two juniors of high-ranking Metropolitan Police officials would not be confusing.

"But even so, we can't report this news without authorization. After all, this time is..."

"Officer Megure, you don't have to worry about this matter. Don't worry, the report of this matter will definitely not implicate the Metropolitan Police Department. Are you right, two journalists?"

Turning his head to look at the two reporters, Miyamoto Kiyoshi blinked.

"That's right, Officer Megure, we will definitely write a good report and it will definitely not affect the image of the Metropolitan Police Department!"

After a pause, the two reporters nodded frantically in agreement.

Then, Officer Megure seemed to have thought of something, let out a long sigh, and stopped pursuing the matter.

"Brother Hattori, has the case been handled? Once it's settled, you can leave. It's getting late."

Following Officer Megure into the room where the crime occurred, Miyamoto Kiyoshi first glanced at the deceased lying on the ground who had not been taken away by the ambulance, and then asked Hattori Heiji unhurriedly.

"Brother Miyamoto, I'm sorry, it's so late because I encountered a case, but I have something else to do next, please wait for me a little longer, sorry!"

After saying that, Hattori Heiji walked towards Kudo Shinichi.

"I'm curious, how did you know everything about this case so clearly? Could it be that you were just peeping around, Kudo?"

"I just listened to what that kid with glasses told me on the phone."

"I see, I can deduce the case just by relying on the information I heard on the phone. And even my reasoning was wrong from the beginning. No matter what, I lost, Kudo Shinichi, you really He has a way, and his reasoning ability is indeed better than mine."

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Hattori Heiji said in a slightly relaxed tone.

"Come on, there is no winning or losing in reasoning. This is because, in this world, there is always only one truth!"

"There is always only one truth. It turns out that I care too much about winning or losing, so I don't seem calm enough."

Turning around, Hattori Heiji pulled the brim of his hat.

Suddenly, he heard a groan behind him.

Turning around, it was Kudo Shinichi who was half-kneeling on the ground.

"Hey, Kudo, are you really okay? Is this really a common cold?"

"I...I'm fine, but I have one more thing to ask you for help here. The guy named Miyamoto Kiyohisa just now, he is the leader of the entire Tokyo news newspaper industry, I hope you can ask him to help I asked the reporter to delete all the photos and information related to me today because I am currently investigating a major case and it is not convenient for me to reveal my identity for the time being."

Forcibly suppressing his painful feeling, Kudo Shinichi forced himself to tell Hattori Heiji his last request, and then staggered away.

On the other side, Xiaolan also brought doctors from the hospital belonging to the Miyamoto family who arrived not long ago.

Because my father is one of the people in power in the public security system, and my uncle is a high-ranking official in the Metropolitan Police Department, it is not surprising that in the Tokyo area, a lot of police business is linked to the hospital affiliated to the Miyamoto family, including corpse collection. Serve.

"Let's go, everyone has already left, so don't stay here. Aren't you just pretending to be cool and getting slapped in the face?"

Reaching out and patting Hattori Heiji's shoulder, Miyamoto Kiyoshi said with a relaxed expression.

"That's not the reason. I was just thinking about what that guy Kudo said just now. Oh, by the way, brother Miyamoto, can I trouble you for a favor? Help the newspaper to report that guy Kudo's involvement in this incident. The photos and messages were deleted, and he said he cannot be exposed to public view recently."

"Is that so? I mean, why haven't you heard from him recently? Okay, I agreed."

He turned his head and looked at the two reporters waiting at the door.

"Did you hear that? There are photos and news about Kudo, so don't expose them this time!"

"Yes! President Miyamoto!"

Holding the camera in both hands, the two reporters bent down.

"It's done, let's go, I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight."

Putting his right hand on Hattori Heiji's shoulder, Miyamoto Kiyoshi immediately walked out the door.

"Hideo, let's go!"

Calling Hideo Shibata who had just hung up the phone, the three of them went directly to the place where they parked their car.

At around nine o'clock, after enjoying a big meal in the hotel, the three of them returned to their resting places.

In the safe house, Miyamoto Kiyoshi dialed Miyamoto Masato's number.

"You should have received all the news, right? Tomorrow I will ask the newspapers and TV stations to cooperate with you. After all, what happened to the mountain city diplomat 20 years ago and why he died in the cell are all good bargaining chips. .”

"Don't worry, I've already prepared it here, just waiting for the wind to blow tomorrow. But it's thanks to you this time, otherwise, some things would have to be destroyed by them first."

Thinking back on the large amount of evidence he had collected today, Miyamoto Masato couldn't help but smile.

The next day, the news about the death of diplomat Tatsumura and the truth about the frame-up of diplomat Yamashiro 20 years ago occupied the headlines of the news sections of major newspapers in Tokyo, and the most exciting thing is that the contents looming pointed to The cause of death of the mountain city diplomat does not seem to be that simple.

One day later, these news headlines were taken down, and important positions in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were urgently filled by three unknown newcomers. Miyamoto Kiyoshi also received a smiling phone call from his father.

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs' invasion plan was a success!"

"Boss, everything has been delivered. We will start relevant research immediately. If there are results, we will report to you as soon as possible."

In a research institute hidden underground, a researcher in a white coat looked into the headlight through a test tube of blood he was holding and said to the other end of the phone.

"Very good. If you have any difficulties, just ask me."

After saying that, Miyamoto Kiyoshi hung up the phone.

……

In a dark alley on Mihua Street, two black figures came into contact.

"Mouse, why are the supplies so slow this month?"

"Cockroach, it's not that we delayed the supply on purpose, it's just that the last supply source was removed a few days ago, and we are still working hard to restore the supply."

Then, the guy called Cockroach left the place holding a briefcase.

"Blackwater Security Company, just a security company, I will make you pay the price."

The guy called the rat stopped where he was and muttered to himself in a disdainful tone.

……

"Captain, someone is searching for our information on the dark web. What should we do?"

"Haha, I didn't expect that in this age, there would be such a bold person."

With a chuckle, the man known as the captain waved his hand.

"I'll ask the boss first and see what he decides."