The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Come on, it's just like you are a late king."

Wearing a police uniform and holding a bottle of coffee in her hand, Yumi Miyamoto couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Believe it or not, I'll call you to monitor?"

As a veteran of the Ministry of Communications, this kind of thing can be done with a little bit of snacks.

It's just a matter of adjusting the surveillance at a few intersections.

"That's what I said, Miss Yumi, what do you want for lunch? You can choose from the cafeteria."

Atsuto Yamashita changed his face in seconds, and approached Yumi Miyamoto with a hippie smile.

"What did you call me?" Miyamoto Yumi narrowed her eyes and took a sip of her coffee.

"Senior Yumi."

Yumi Miyamoto nodded in satisfaction, and reached out to pat the shoulder of Atsuto Yamashita, a newly promoted junior in the Metropolitan Police Department: "The meal is free, just your salary."

"Senior understands righteousness."

"No, I really have something to do here, you can help me."

"…………"

Miyamoto Yumi watched with great interest the man in front of him performing face-changing in Sichuan opera.

"Don't worry, it will definitely not embarrass you, and it will even be good for you."

Miyamoto Yumi snapped her fingers, and pressed Yamashita Atsuto's shoulder with a smile: "Isn't Valentine's Day coming soon? I'm thinking about forming a sorority."

"You know, Sato Takagi is the one I'm familiar with in your class now, do you see..."

"No problem, don't worry senior Yumi, I will definitely find enough high-quality boys for you to support the field." Atsuto Yamashita nodded seriously, and said nothing.

"...I know more about you people than you. My sister just said that there is a girl on my side who has taken a fancy to you. Can you see if you are free to participate in a few days?"

"I remember when I posted a ticket for you last time, you said you didn't have a girlfriend, right?"

"...Mmm!" Atsuto Yamashita nodded politely.

After getting an accurate reply, Miyamoto Yumi left contentedly, and drove her police car to the door to post tickets.

And Atsuto Yamashita, who was smiling on his face, took the elevator and came to the place where he should be.

However, with about two hours left to get off work, he felt that his mind began to roam the sky habitually again.

【Valentine's Day......】

【If I remember correctly......】

[It seems that since Kudo Shinichi became Edogawa Conan, it seems that there are murders every Valentine's Day? 】

[No, no, this unit should not be years, we must respect Ke Xue. 】

Atsuto Yamashita shook his head, wondering whether he should take sick leave on Valentine's Day.

"Ok?"

"What is this—oh, the report on Akiyoshi Fujie's suicide..."

After regaining his senses, Atsuto Yamashita, who was bored and wanted to fish, saw the completed case report on his desk, and was moved in his heart.

[Officer Chiba, you are a good man! 】

[When I get a promotion and a salary increase in the future, I will definitely give you a masked Superman figure! 】

[However, this is all given away. Can I ask him to help with all the reports in the future? 】

[It’s a big deal to send a few more, anyway, this has already been pre-delivered. 】

Atsuto Yamashita stared at the closing report in front of him, lost in thought.

"Wow!"

"Great!"

"Is this the inside of the Metropolitan Police Department?!"

Atsuto Yamashita, who was wondering how he should buy the Masked Superman figure in installments after becoming a police officer in the future, was suddenly awakened by a child's voice.

"what?"

"Ayumi?"

"Why are you here?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who leaned his chair and poked his head out of his seat, was a little curious.

In his impression, this young detective team doesn't seem to enter the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department very often, right?

"Ah! It's Officer Yamashita!"

Sonoda Ayumi, who always kept a sweet smile on her face, smiled even more happily after seeing Atsuto Yamashita poking his head out of his seat.

【Hey, hey, this is also the Metropolitan Police Department, please be more reserved, you guys......】

Conan Edogawa, with a pair of dead fish eyes, followed Ayumi and the others and walked over together, secretly looking at Atsuto Yamashita's desk from the corner of his eyes.

Randomly placed pen holders and papers, as well as folders in a mess, the only thing that can be called neat is a final report.