The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Just as Toshita Yamashita was about to give orders, he was interrupted by an exclamation.

As the steps approached, a figure of a woman in unusually well-dressed clothes gradually came into his sight—short hair to the ears, a brown T-shirt, blue hot pants, and a pair of black sunglasses pinned to the collar.

"It's you?"

He knew this person, Koshimizu Nanatsuki, the female detective who was caught in the vortex of revenge, and she signed an autograph at the school celebration not long ago.

But understanding is nothing but understanding, and Toshito Yamashita is still very puzzled.

What is Koshimizu Nanatsuki doing at the Metropolitan Police Department?Surrender yourself?

But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to have done anything to induce her to fall into the trap, or was he frightened by that TV show?

"Yamashita, do you know each other?" Now it was Miwako Sato's turn to be curious.

"I'm a fan, I just signed her autograph not long ago."

After a brief moment of surprise, Yamashita Atsuto extended his hand to her as a friendly gesture while explaining: "But Miss Yueshui, what are you doing here at the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"I'm here to deliver the materials on behalf of my client."

Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was obviously in a state of excitement after shaking hands with the "idol", raised the portfolio in his hand and handed it to Atsuto Yamashita: "There are my client, my client's son, daughter-in-law and even All money transactions of his granddaughter."

"You? Client? My teacher?" Atsuto Yamashita looked weird when he saw the name on the document.

That stubborn old man would actually find a little-known little detective to entrust?

What a joke.

Professor of the Law School of Dongda University, what kind of identity is this? What kind of detective, police, lawyer, prosecutor, etc. can't find it?

Among other things, the so many students who have been taught for so many years are enough to form an internal intensive class to serve the teacher, and there is even a surplus.

"I took the initiative to find Professor Harada. As for the reason, I keep it a secret." Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who seemed to understand the doubts of the "idol", froze for a moment, and then started his performance.

She wants to observe, to observe how much Atsuto Yamashita knows about her revenge plan.

"I'm still curious about how you impress the professor."

"Of course it's because of my ability. Do you remember the sensational murder in the Lavender Chamber a year ago? I solved that case. When the police finally arrested the criminal, she committed suicide in fear of crime."

It was the first time in a year that she mentioned the scar in her heart again, and Nanatsuki Koshimi became calmer.

It's just the hidden waves under this calmness...

[I believe you are the one who broke it!It's obviously that...that high school detective whose name I don't even remember. ] Atsuto Yamashita twitched his lips cryptically, after thinking for a long time, he really couldn't figure out who and what was the name of the high school student detective that Koshimizu Nanatsuki wanted to kill in the original novel.

No way, too non-existent.

Chapter 420 The smoking hand trembles slightly

Thoughts kept churning in his mind, and after a while, Atsuto Yamashita couldn't remember who that non-existent high school student detective was.

He only remembered that in this case planned by Koshimizu Nanatsuki, Baima Tan, a representative of the well-known high school students, seemed to make another mistake in reasoning, and became the background board of Conan, the elementary school student of death.

Poor white horse Tan I's famous name.

The old rival Kidd is still domineering on the set of Conan, and even has the benefits of eating Xiaolan tofu a few times; as for him, it’s fine if he doesn’t have benefits, and he made a few mistakes in reasoning.

Thinking of this, Atsuto Yamashita had a strange look in his eyes, but was caught by Koshimizu Nanatsuki just in time.

【really……】

Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was harboring a ulterior motive, intensified her suspicions about the man in front of her again.

The Tokyo police were not responsible for the murder in the Lavender Chamber a year ago. Logically speaking, even if Atsuto Yamashita still remembered this case that had been published in newspapers, he shouldn’t have such an expression.

The astonishment on the faces of Miwako Sato and others is the correct way to open up after hearing her self-report——

"You were the high school student detective who didn't reveal your identity back then?"

"Yes, it's me. That's why Professor Harada trusted me so much and entrusted me to take charge of this case." When he said this, Koshimizu Nanatsuki's gaze was fixed on Yamashita Atsuto from beginning to end of.

In the eyes of others, this is the purest performance of a fan girl seeing an idol.

Sato and the others had different expressions.

You must know that Yamashita Atsuto is a student of Harada Koki, and the relationship between the two is obviously not bad. In this situation, it is obviously better and safer to ask him for help.

The Metropolitan Police Department's reputation as a criminal policeman was not earned by blowing it up, but by Atsuto Yamashita through one case after another.

However, the old professor chose a 20-year-old young detective who recommended himself.

"That stubborn old man is really busy." Atsuto Yamashita, who was not as thoughtful as Sato and others, opened the file bag Koshimizu Nanatsuki handed over, and a stack of bank statements immediately came into view.

There are quite a lot of running slips, and I can't read them all in a while, so Toshita Yamashita simply sat down, and when he looked up, he saw Yueshui Nanatsuki standing where he was: "Miss Yueshui, what else do you need?" ?"

"Me? No, no, it's okay. I'm just waiting for Mr. Harada Jun to come out. According to the law, he can regain his personal freedom in 2 hours." In front of the "idol", Koshimizu Nanatsuki behaved very well-behaved , completely gone from the frivolity of the first meeting with Shiratori and others.

He didn't even shake his sunglasses anymore, he behaved like a newcomer entering the Metropolitan Police Department for the first time.

"........."

Atsuto Yamashita covered the bill with one hand, and looked at her carefully with his eyelids raised. The latter not only did not flinch, but showed him a bright smile.

"Forget it, whatever you want. Chiba Sato, you go about your own business."

"Yes."

"clear."

The two nodded in agreement, and then started their busy work.

When the usual lazy head of the department, Toshito Yamashita, starts to get busy, the entire office area of ​​the three departments will show a thriving scene.

No blind old fritter would be unlucky at such a time.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu, who was still two hours away from getting off work, looked at everything around him curiously, in order to hide his gaze falling on Atsuto Yamashita from time to time.

【Beauty... tutoring... saxophone...】

Atsuto Yamashita, who was not afraid of the slanting shadow, ignored Koshimizu Nanatsuki's secret observation at all, and focused on the bill in his hand.

A record of records made him gradually dispel the idea of ​​"buying murder to kill".

Of course, it is not completely dismissed.

Doubt is still doubtful, after all Harada Jun cheated first, once he is successfully framed, his wife Harada Saori will be able to safely occupy all the property under his name.

Although Atsuto Yamashita was very reluctant to think so badly of the woman who was as gentle as Yamato Nadeko in his memory, as a policeman, he couldn't let go of any possibility without absolute evidence.

"Officer Yamashita, I heard from my client that you are very familiar with his son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter?" Maybe because he felt that he couldn't find anything, Koshimizu Nanatsuki began to use the topic of Jun Harada to cut in.

"That's right, but it's been a long time since we met." Atsushi Yamashita, who had scribbled something on the white paper with a pen in his hand, replied without looking up: "Besides, I don't have time to talk to you right now." Talk. If you are really bored, then I suggest you go back and take a nap before picking people up."

If it was before, then he would like to spend his time receiving Moyu.

But not now.

"No, I'm not bored, but I want to remind Officer Yamashita, don't forget that the deceased Emi Yukimura also has enemies."

In Koshimizu Nanatsuki's view, the idiots of this group of policemen are comparable to the idiot policeman who forced his friend to death a year ago.

"Although your tone made me very uncomfortable, but since you are still young, I decided not to care about you like you." Atsuto Yamashita turned his pen and gave her a meaningful look.

With this glance, Yueshui Nanatsuki was startled.

"In your eyes, the police are all irresponsible?"

When passing by, the words from the man's mouth made her body freeze in place instantly.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki's eyes widened, and after a few seconds, he turned around as if he had been lifted from the immobilization spell, but what he saw was the back of Yamashita Atsuto leaving the three-line office area.

She opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, a little uncertain.

"Please give way! Make way!"

On the other side, as soon as Atsuto Yamashita reached the entrance of the corridor, he ran into Takagi who rushed out of the elevator, and bumped into him who was holding a cardboard box—"Huh?!"

"Takagi? What are you doing?"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yamashita Toruto grabbed Gao Mushe's arm to prevent him from falling to the ground.It's just that the cardboard box he held in his arms was not so lucky, and a lot of materials were scattered all over the place in an instant.

"Yamashita? Why are you back? Aren't you on vacation?" Takagi blinked, and squatted down to pick up things while being puzzled.

"You understand the case of my teacher's son." Yamashita Atsuto sighed helplessly, bent down and began to help Takagi pick up things: "What are the things in your big box?"

"Oh, this? It's the detailed information of a deceased person."

"Fujiwara Kihara? The bike shop owner who was on TV this morning?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who picked up a piece of paper, raised his eyebrows, and then moved his eyes down, surprised: "I can't tell that he is still a rich intellectual, a former teacher of Dongda University, and a bicycle fanatic."

"Yeah, I found out that he has a lot of enemies, because he is too irritable, so it's a headache to investigate now." Takagi sighed helplessly.

Today, even Kogoro Mori didn't use the magical sleep method to solve the case, so I think the case is so clueless.

At the same time, the Harada family.

Professor Harada Hongyi of Dongda University was silent for a while in his bedroom, and looked up out of the window with a little sadness in his expression.

The smoking hand trembled slightly.

Chapter 420 Let's Surrender

The melancholy cigarette butts fell one by one, and the spirit of the old man sitting on the head of the bed seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and he was no longer "young" in front of outsiders.

On the second edition of the "Tokyo Daily" placed on the bedside table, the case of the murder of former Toyo University teacher Fujiwara Kihara that was published in the second edition seemed to be pierced into his chest with a sharp sword, making him more short of breath, and his constant coughing seemed to be falling down. It will go west in a second.

Gloomy look, decadent silver threads.

Cigarettes burned out one after another between his fingers, and the lingering smoke gradually covered Harada Hongyi's cloudy eyes.

After a long time, wrinkled fingers made a call on the landline.

"Hello? Hello? Excuse me?"

The phone was connected after a "beep", and a voice that sounded full of anger sounded immediately.

"Neuropathy."

There was no answer for a long while, and the old man on the other end of the phone muttered dissatisfiedly.When he was about to hang up the phone, Harada Hongyi said: "Ito, it's me, Harada."

"Harada? What's wrong, your voice sounds very strange." The old man named Ito on the other end of the phone was puzzled.