The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Oh, by the way, Yamashita, can you do me a favor?" Before leaving, Miwako Sato seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned her head and clasped her hands together.

"?"

"My mom has recently become a fan of your fiancee, can you get me a set of her autographed books? Please."

"Well..." The man narrowed his eyes, put down the postcard in his hand, and rubbed his thumb with his right index finger.

"Two copies." Sato Miwa said very well, holding out two fingers.

"However, Shiyu has been very busy recently. Things about the cram school, and preparing for the sequel of the novel. I'm not very—"

"Five copies." Sato Miwako's face darkened, and she continued to increase the size.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning. Thank you for your patronage, and welcome to visit next time."

Benedict at the foot of the mountain twirled the ballpoint pen, and wrote a note for her as he walked away, stood up and bowed.

"…………"

"Walk slowly, you can introduce other businesses. Although I haven't written a report recently, I can still keep it!" Atsuto Yamashita, who changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, smiled very kindly.

The four of Sato walked faster, as if there was some scourge behind them.

"Tsk, really, walking so fast, there is no humor bacteria at all."

Atsuto Yamashita, who returned to his seat and admired the postcard, quickly let go of the troubles in his heart, and was completely intoxicated by the praise given to him by the children.

This person, once intoxicated, can easily forget the time.

Atsuto Yamashita, who spent the day in Spider Solitaire, minesweeping and self-indulgence, ushered in the time to get off work again.

The 24-year-old spiritual guy who has been lazy for a day came uninvited.

Atsuto Yamashita, who wiped his bangs with one hand, got up and left his seat, and went to the water dispenser in the name of drinking tea to kill the last few minutes.

He had already experienced this scene twice after the bus robbery incident.

Easy to drive.

"The goji berries are almost finished soaking, so I have to buy a new bag to prepare. And angelica..."

Thinking about what to buy after get off work, Toruto Yamashita hummed a little tune and started to fetch water.

only……

"What did you say?! Someone committed suicide in front of you?! Is it true, Maori?!"

Mu Mu Shisan's deafening roar made Shan Xia's whole body tremble in fright, and he almost smashed the thermos bottle that came out of his hand.

【suicide?I believe you ghost! 】

The corner of Shan Xia's mouth twitched, and he quickly turned his back and squatted down, took the small mop who didn't know who put it next to the drinking fountain with his left hand, and began to rub against the ground.

[I am a mopping person, I am a mopping person, I am a mopping person...]

[I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me...]

"Brother under the mountain?"

[I didn't hear that, I'm not here, I'm off work.Refusing to work overtime starts with me. 】

"Brother at the foot of the mountain!"

"Here! Megure Police Department!"

The sudden stern shout coming from behind him made Yamashita Toruto startled, and raised his eyes hastily.

But I saw a group of uncles and police officers busy making calls and writing reports.It's just that, I don't know when they all gathered to the other side, making the person alone at the foot of the mountain mopping the floor particularly conspicuous.

【This group of... bastards...】

[Believe it or not, I will arrange for you to work overtime every day! 】

The corners of Toshita Yamashita's eyes twitched, and he silently put the mop in his hand back to its original position: "What happened to the police department? I was cleaning and didn't pay attention."

"Brother Maori called, saying that at a Kamen Rider party, someone committed suicide with a gun in front of him."

"Kamen... Knight?"

"suicide?"

Toshita Yamashita's eyelids twitched, some bad memories seemed to be aroused, and the gate of memory cracked instantly.

Chapter 240 The Strange Atsuto Yamashita

"The name of the deceased is Katsuji Mishima. He is 21 years old this year. He is a third-year student at the Faculty of Physical Education of the University of Tokyo and a member of this Kamen Rider fan club."

"Judging from the testimonies of all witnesses at the scene, the deceased did indeed commit suicide."

"According to eyewitnesses, the deceased broke open the door of the basement of the villa and rushed into the party scene in extreme anger, then jumped down from the stairs, and suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the same Kamen Rider. Osamu Honda of fan club member.

After shooting Mr. Honda, thinking he had killed him, he pointed the revolver to his temple and shot himself. "

After reporting the situation, Takagi Tsutomu closed his notebook, looking at the thoughtful Mumu Police Department in front of him, he always felt that something was missing.

By the way, what about the mountain?

"Brother Yamashita, what do you think—huh? Brother Yamashita?"

Mu Mu Shisan, who was already too lazy to pay attention to the person behind him who was still helping the police to calm the emotions of the witnesses, took a blank shot to the left side of his body.

The person who should be standing in this position is actually gone at this moment.

【octopus……】

【seal……】

【conch……】

[combatant...]

[It's really incomprehensible, there are still humans who like monsters like cosplay. 】

Ever since he entered the scene of the crime with the main force, he found a corner leaning against Atsuto Yamashita, took out a lollipop from his suit pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

Tongue churning candy, attention completely absorbed by the multitude of witnesses to the party.

All kinds of grotesque creatures, very much like the internal gatherings of Shuka he attended in his previous life.

"Under the mountain?"

"Hey, Yamashita!"

It was woken up suddenly by the childish ringtone.

Atsuto Yamashita turned his head and saw Conan with a helpless face.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you staring at witnesses?"

"It's nothing, I just think the aesthetics of that group of people is really strange. A good Kamen Rider doesn't go to cosplay, but insists on dressing up as a weirdo. A bunch of weirdos drinking from wine glasses are so fucking disgusting."

"???"

Conan felt that this little policeman probably forgot to take his medicine when he went out today.

cos who isn't a lover of freedom?

Why are you taking on a sarcastic tone?

This is a Kamen Rider fan club gathering, why are you talking about this couple?

"Let's not talk about this mountain, listen to me, this case is definitely not from—"

"It wasn't suicide, it was someone's deliberate murder, I know." Atsuto Yamashita waved his hand and didn't linger too long in front of Conan.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked towards the corpse that was being photographed by members of the Forensic Section.

"Know...know?"

Conan was dumbfounded.

Since he came in from the mountain, he hadn't seen this person take the initiative to understand anything, and he has been standing in the corner here with his eyes as big as copper bells.

Didn't do anything, so you know it's not suicide?

Or…………

Conan frowned, and took two steps forward to stand where Atsuto Yamashita had been before.Looking up, he didn't see anything unusual worth observing.

"Conan, what's the matter? Did you find anything?"

Mao Lilan, who mysteriously moved to the little boyfriend's side, leaned close to his ear, and whispered to him.

"No, not yet. What can be confirmed at present is that the deceased Katsuji Mishima did not commit suicide."

Conan shook his head, frowning.

Also, there seems to be something wrong with Yamashita.

If it was normal, the first time he entered the arena, he would taunt him about his fate of death, and ask Mori Kogoro for his opinion by the way.

However, today's Atsuto Yamashita did neither of these two things.

Just stood here in a daze.

"Yamashita Police Department."

"How about the body?"

Ben Shanxia squatted down and tiptoed to look at the man lying in a pool of blood.

"Apart from the fatal wound on the temple, there was no second wound on the deceased's body. Moreover, there were no signs of burns near the deceased's temple. From this, it can be inferred that the muzzle of the gun did not touch the temple when the deceased was alive."

"Didn't the muzzle of the gun touch the temple when you committed suicide?"

The strong bloody smell rushed straight into the nostrils, but Yamashita Toruto still bit the candy in his mouth as usual, raised the dead man's head with his gloved hands, and carefully observed the expression that had been fixed on the dead man's face.

Needless to say the pupils, the face is a little distorted, but the mouth is wide open.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the expression that a suicidal person should have.

"What about the murder weapon?"

"Here, I haven't had time to start the inspection."

Members of the forensic class handed the bag containing the pistol to Atsuto Yamashita, who gnawed on the candy in his mouth.