The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Don't kill."

"Once the murderous Pandora's box is opened, you can never go back."

"You like these works of art, and you regard them as your children, I understand. But if you kill someone, then it is no longer Zhenzhong's restaurant that will stain them, but your blood-stained hands. "

"You are an artist, not an executioner."

Knowing in his heart that there should be no agreement tonight, Toshita Yamashita stubbed out the burning cigarette butt, stood up and stomped his feet twice, and warned calmly: "Take a step back, you are a well-known curator of an art museum in the industry. Even without this place, relying on your past experience to find a boss who likes this kind of art is not very difficult, is it?"

"Or do you have the heart to let these works of art that are not well received by the public be dusted and disposed of wantonly because of your temporary evil thoughts?"

"You should be clear that if you go to prison, you will no longer be able to intervene in the sale of these paintings, statues, armor, and antiques."

"Of course, if you're doing this just to escape responsibility for the museum's closure, then I have nothing to say."

"That's all for now, I hope you won't be in handcuffs when we meet next time."

Yamashita Atsuto, who was playing with a lighter, shook his head, and slowly left under the watchful eye of Director Ochiai.

"If, I mean if. If what you say is true and I'm a would-be murderer, then why are you helping me?"

At the moment when Ben Shanxia was about to leave the corridor, the old man whose face was changing under the light made a sound.

"I can't help you, and I can't save you."

"Only you can save yourself."

Atsuto Yamashita waved his hands, his footsteps did not stop at all, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness: "The knight killed the devil, but the armor on his body was also stained with evil. But whether the knight will eventually fall or not depends entirely on his personal will and choice, and Not the so-called devil's blood."

"This is what I think, the meaning expressed by that pair of [Heaven's Punishment]."

People are far away, and the sound fades away.On the brightly lit corridor, the old man wearing a suit of armor and sitting on the ground looked up, looking through the window at the crescent moon in the distance.

Chapter 20 Conan at the door

When Atsuto Yamashita returned to the apartment, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Pushing open the door, the moonlight was mottled and scattered on the ground, illuminating the dark living room.

Tonight, Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who had changed into formal pajamas, was lying on her side, hunched over and sleeping soundly on the wide sofa. Her white and tender feet, which were exposed outside the blanket, seemed to be covered with a layer of magnificent silver gauze against the backdrop of the moonlight.

[This child, even if he wants to sleep, he doesn't know how to go back to his room to sleep. 】

Atsuto Yamashita smiled lightly and shook his head, then tiptoed to the sofa.Gently picked up the girl who obviously weighed over a hundred, transferred her to the bedroom, and covered her with a quilt.

"I slept on the sofa, and my waist will hurt again tomorrow."

Going to bed so late, and tomorrow morning I have to get up early to send Kasumigaoka Shiyu to school, I'm born to work hard, it's hard...

After taking a shower with a sigh, Yamashita Atsuto, who changed into pajamas, set the alarm clock, lay down on the sofa, covered himself with a blanket, and closed his eyes resignedly.

The next day, when Atsuto Yamashita woke up from a deep sleep and opened his eyes dazedly, what he saw at a glance was the hands on the wall clock that had reached [-]:[-].

The glare of the sun was completely blocked by the curtains in the living room, and for a moment, the misunderstanding that it was actually early morning appeared in Totsuto Yamashita's mind.

"Fuck!"

"I'm late again!"

The drowsy drowsiness gradually disappeared with the passage of time, and after touching the mobile phone on the coffee table, Yamashita Toruto's consciousness was completely awakened.

"Xiao Shiyu, I'm sorry—"

"Huh? What about people?"

Clutching his waist and hastily getting up from the sofa, Atsuto Yamashita pushed open the door of the bedroom, and what he saw was an orderly room.

[Mr. Duren, there are ready-made sandwiches in the refrigerator, you can eat them after heating them yourself.By the way, I also bought two bottles of milk and put them in the refrigerator, you should drink them too. 】

[I'm going to school first. 】

The note left on the dining table made Yamashita Toruto look expressionlessly at the silent alarm clock on the coffee table and the drawn curtains in front of the French windows of the living room.

The situation is clear.

It was nothing more than Kasumigaoka Shiyu who got up early and turned off his alarm clock, and helped him close the living room curtains by the way, so that he could catch up on a good night's sleep.

After all, he worked overtime last night to deal with the case, so according to common sense, he could have a good sleep.

But…………

The case he was working overtime was a homicide that hadn't happened yet. If this was used as an excuse for being late, the Mumu Police Department might not give him a straight hammer.

"Wages will be deducted again."

Thinking that his already insufficient salary would be reduced by a part today, Yamashita Toruto felt a dull pain in his heart.

"A crime!"

With a long sigh, after washing up, Toshita Yamashita slowly ate his breakfast.

He was late anyway, and he was already fearless: "Hello? Cheng Shi, it's me, Ben Shanxia."

"Don't doubt it, this is my other number. Let me inform you in advance that my hypoglycemia symptoms recurred this morning, and I was in a coma in your clinic for almost the whole morning."

"Don't ask so many questions. Come and pick me up at your clinic, and then take me to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"I was wrong, please help me, don't just ignore it, my salary is about to be deducted."