The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

【recording? ! 】

【hateful!This guy! 】

The flashing recording interface abruptly blocked Conan's words that came out of his mouth.

"Conan, what's wrong with you?"

"How can you be so rude."

Mao Lilan, who was standing with Suzuki Sonoko, turned around when she heard the sound, and taught from a distance.

"No, it's all right."

"After all, I'm still a child. It's normal for me to be unable to accept the murder incident for a while and lead to mental instability."

The smiling Atsuto Yamashita walked to Conan's side, rubbed the dog's head with his right hand angrily, leaned over to his ear and whispered, "APTX-4869."

"A drug that makes your body shrink."

【? ! 】

Conan's pupils shrank suddenly!

"Then, remember to forget everything that happened today, study hard in school, and make progress every day."

"Kun Conan."

Atsuto Yamashita, who dimly turned on the recording on his phone, looked at Conan who wanted to move but didn't dare to move, his mouth almost crooked.

Let you smash my head and give me anesthesia!

Go home and tangle slowly!

【This guy! 】

【This guy definitely knows about that organization! 】

Staring viciously at Atsuto Yamashita who left, thinking about the recording, Conan could not help but clenched his fists: [Damn it! 】

"Yamashita-kun, get in the car, we should go back."

"Thank you for the reminder, Sato-senpai."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was in a particularly beautiful mood, sat in the co-pilot of Miwako Sato, humming a little song.

"what I should do."

The calm Miwako Sato started the car, and then asked abruptly: "Yamashita-kun, I remember that in your medical report, there seems to be no item of hypoglycemia, right?"

"Yeah, it's only recently."

"Since I got to work, I wake up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs, and use my brain every day. I feel that many hairs have fallen out."

"Excessive pressure and irregular life schedule caused me to suffer from hypoglycemia and faint easily."

"Speaking of which, Senior Sato, can I ask you to help write this closing report? I want to drive to the clinic later and let the doctor see if my condition has worsened."

"After all, the fact that he fainted at the scene of the crime is..."

After vomiting bitterness, Yamashita Toshito shook his head in distress, his natural appearance that did not seem to be fake made Miwako Sato feel a little less suspicious.

"Okay, but tomorrow you have to bring the medical certificate stamped by the clinic. Is there a problem?"

"definitely no problem."

Atsuto Yamashita saluted jokingly, and an hour later, he appeared in front of a clinic in his own 86.

"I thought you'd come over tomorrow, Atsuto Yamashita."

Ma Cheng, who had recovered his male body, was leaning against the wall at the entrance of the clinic, condescendingly looking down at the policeman at the bottom of the steps.

The man who pulled himself out of the murderous vortex.

"Don't talk nonsense, come on, do me a favor."

"I remember that your medical qualifications are not forged, right? Quickly write me a hypoglycemia diagnosis report, and remember to stamp the seal of your clinic."

Throwing a cigarette to Aso, Atsuto Yamashita scratched his head and said.

"What the hell?" Aso, who caught the cigarette, really looked at the man in front of him with a strange expression.

you?Hypoglycemia?

What about a liar?

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"That's fine, why are you trying to make yourself hypoglycemic?"

"Strictly speaking, I am helping you to give false testimony, and the risk is very high."

Because he saw on the news that all the murderers who killed his family members were imprisoned, Asagi, who was in a good mood, even started to make jokes about Atsuto Yamashita.

"You don't come here, this is a white lie."

Seeing that Ma Chengshi seemed to be in a good mood, Yamashita Toruto heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time cursed with a smile: "I'm helping someone wipe their ass."

Miwako Sato obviously doubted the authenticity of his so-called "hypoglycemic coma". If he didn't act and do the whole thing, maybe this police department's favorite policewoman would find out something.