The Story of the Migrant Worker from the World of Conan

"The kid looked like a high school student, but he was only 12 years old."

This is what she found out.

At only 12 years old, that's a huge responsibility.

Seeing Ye Zi go out early and return late every day, she felt very distressed.

Too bad it can't help him.

Even his own affairs have not been dealt with.

"12 years old?"

Miyano Shiho was a little surprised.

He turned his head and looked at the leaves that were entertaining guests.

This boy is growing really well.

Of course don't care.

The meal ordered was delivered quickly, and the sisters ate and chatted.

Topics are very common.

Recent life situations, recent interesting incidents, and various other things.

Can only talk about these.

And most of the time, Hirota Masami was talking.

Talk about yourself, talk about your sister.

Also talk about leaves.

Even Edogawa Conan mentioned it.

After all, that child feels quite special.

But only talk.

Miyano Shiho didn't really care about that child.

In comparison, she cares more about leaves.

Because my sister and this boy seem to be very close.

This is not possible.

Be careful to keep your distance from other people.

……

Miyano Shiho and Ye, there is no unnecessary dialogue.

After lunch, I left with my sister.

The leaves send them out.

It didn't take long for him to finish his work in the restaurant and continue to run other itineraries.

Time is tight.

It's just over here, and it's about to start over there.

Life is so hard.

The original brand new bicycle was also a little overwhelmed at this time.

As if about to retire.

Although the leaves are used with care, they cannot withstand the wear and tear caused by high-intensity work.

The leaves are also very helpless.

"Brother, brother, no matter how persistent you are, at least you have to run for [-] miles before you retire."

Every now and then, he would say something like that to the bike.

Of course this is of no use.

Regardless, the bike continues to work.

……

Most of the nights are for takeout.

Most of the places where meals are delivered are also various office buildings.

These days, mobile phones are considered luxury goods, and few people use them. When making contact, most of them use landlines or public telephones.

There are also pagers.

There is no such thing in leaves.

Most of the contact with people is from the landline at home.

Or meet directly.

Of course, I usually don't contact each other, because everyone has their own things to do.

Occasionally, when they meet, they will chat.

While delivering dinner tonight, I happened to meet a friend.

Chatted a few words.

Then the friend asked mysteriously.

"Ye Ye, I have some news here. It's very dangerous. Do you want it?"

"very dangerous?"

"It's related to the underworld and the police."

"Oh?"

This is fresh.

The leaves thought for a while.

Speculation soon followed.

"Someone charged black money?"

"You can guess this, it's amazing."

"It's just a coincidence."

It's just that this possibility is relatively high, so Ye Ye said it.

Did not expect it to be true.

He takes money from the police and is an informant;

The police are also informants who collect money from underworld organizations.

Of course, the nature of the two sides is a bit different.

Moreover, Ye Ye does not belong to any organization. To a certain extent, he is a good citizen who takes the initiative to report.

Or there is courage.

But the police collect money from underworld organizations, this kind of thing is quite serious.

"What level?"

"Department chief."

"real or fake?"

A department head of the Metropolitan Police Department, that is at least a police department.

The existence of the same level as the thirteenth.

A police officer of this level would actually charge black money, which is a scandal in the police circle.

It's really dangerous to get involved in this kind of thing.

"Is there any evidence?"

"How could I have evidence, it's just the news I got by accident."

"Who is that?"

"It seems to be a department head of Section [-]. I'm not very sure."

"Um……"

It's just news, it's impossible to tell if it's true or not.

Leaf thought about it.

Thanks anyway.

"Thanks a lot, I'll take a look and talk about it. I have to deliver food, so I'll say goodbye first."

"Walk slowly."

Say goodbye to each other.

The leaves continue their work.

Just can't help but think about the analysis.

The Metropolitan Police Department's Search Division [-] investigates cases involving violent groups and organized crime.

I usually meet people like that.

So collecting black money is really possible.

In particular, department heads and ordinary criminal police officers often have to deal with people from criminal organizations.

more contact.

It is also very common to be pulled into the water.

"Ah~"