The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Why did you bother to write that letter?"

Benedict Shanxia simply sat on the ground, then took out the cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Anyway, you also know the truth back then, so you just killed those three scumbags on this island and then let them die." Wouldn't it be better to just find someone to be your alibi?"

Asai Chengshi remained silent.

"To put it bluntly, there is still a glimmer of hope in your heart. I hope that the famous detective or criminal policeman you invited over can see through the truth and stop you."

He pursed his lips, smoked a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and talked.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was sitting on the ground, tapped his ten fingers on the keyboard of the bar computer, replied "I'm going to take a shower, let's chat" and threw the phone on the bed.

"If it wasn't for this reason, you would be in prison now."

Breathing out a smoke ring, Yamashita leaned against the corner of the bed, looking up at the dim and dilapidated ceiling of the room, a self-deprecating arc gradually climbed to the corner of his mouth.

"Can I take this as your sympathy for me?" Asai Narumi took the initiative to take the cigarette case from Yamashita Atsuto's feet, took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth.

"mercy?"

"You are not worthy of my pity. The sufferings of those who are truly worthy of pity are beyond your imagination." After the silver lighter drew a perfect parabola in midair, it landed precisely on Asai Cheng solid hands.

"You just make me feel pity at best."

Among the poor people he met in the repair card organization in his previous life, which one is not more worthy of pity than Asai Narumi?

"Are you really a policeman?"

Thumb rubbing the cross pattern on the silver lighter, the moment the flame ignited, Asai always felt that the man in front of him seemed to have another face in the flame.

"If you kill someone, you'll know if I'm a policeman or not." Atsuto Yamashita played with the lighter that was thrown back, and the sound of the metal cap closing and opening was particularly crisp in this small room.

"Cough cough!!"

Asai Chengmi, who hadn't smoked much yet, took a deep puff and was choked until he coughed: "What will happen if I kill someone?"

Snapped!

After the lighter cap was closed, it would not open again, and the corner of Yamashita Toruto's mouth twitched playfully: "I will catch you in."

"You're really contradictory." With a sigh of relief, Asai Narumi leaned against the door frame and sneered.

"No, I have double standards." Atsuto Yamashita smiled frankly.

He is not a god, and he can't control so many people in the world, even if Kamen Rider V3 is here, he can't control it.

He just wants to take care of the people and things around him, and find another wife to marry and have two children.

Then slowly grow old, die, and rest in the ground.

However, judging from the current situation, his age is foreseeable, at least it should not change for a long time in the future.

After all, it is the world of Ke Xue, so respect Ke Xue.

"Give me two days, and I'll go back to Tokyo." After laughing at the double-standard dog, Asai Narumi raised his head, imitating Yamashita Atsuto, and blowing out smoke rings, but unfortunately he couldn't make a complete circle.

"Your father's case, the former person in charge, Police Officer Gui Tian, ​​has been reopening for a while, and you should be able to see specific information in newspapers or TV news soon."

Atsuto Yamashita nodded and gave an accurate response.

With his open eyes, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, which has confirmed that the original case was related to murder and (Bei) anti-drugs, will naturally not go to a dead end as it did in the past.

The three scumbags who killed Keiji Aso's family back then had dirty hands and feet.

"Then, bye."

For some reason, Asai, who always felt light, got up, patted the soot on his thigh, and opened the door.

"No." Atsuto Yamashita waved his hand, but didn't get up.

The door closed, blocking the sight of the two.

Naruto Asai, who walked out of the hotel, smelled of cigarettes all over his body, but the smile on his face was extraordinarily bright under the moonlight.

[Thank you, Officer Yamashita. 】

Chapter 9 Conan-kun, you seem to be very interested in my final report

On the second day, Atsuto Yamashita, who overslept as usual, did not catch the first boat leaving Moon Shadow Island, but boarded the third boat under the mocking gaze of Asai Narumi.

Looking at the time, he was late again as it should be.

Both left and right are late, and they are all dead anyway.Atsuto Yamashita simply drove his 86 back home from the port, took a good shower and changed into a blue suit before going to the Metropolitan Police Department.

only…………

After getting out of the car, he walks with the old-fashioned figure-of-eight gait and opens his mouth to take a bite of toast from time to time. No one who looks at him will think that he is late.

As a police officer, operational camouflage is a compulsory course.

"Yamashita-kun, you're late again."

"...Miss Yumi, please open your eyes and talk carefully. I just came back from outside investigation."

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Atsuto Yamashita looked back very naturally.With one hand supporting the white pillar, he stared at the woman in front of him, speaking righteously.

He was dressed in a traffic police uniform, with long dark brown hair over his shoulders, and a few broken bangs on his forehead.

Yumi Miyamoto, who likes to call herself a beauty, is a police officer from the Traffic Enforcement Section of the Traffic Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.