Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 1 Ah, so I didn't have a holiday today

"Hello, dear viewers and friends, welcome to watch our "Morning Express" on time every Monday morning. I am the host, Fujimiyagi."

"I'm the host Yuko Tanashita."

"........."

Tokyo, Moon Shadow Island.

In the slightly messy hotel bedroom, on the TV screen that was apparently forgotten to be turned off last night, two well-dressed hosts are talking to each other about the various news that happened in Tokyo yesterday.

Among them, the frequency of occurrence of the words "Metropolitan Police Department" and "police" is surprisingly high.

In the middle of the room, on the big soft sky-gray bed, a figure curled up and buried himself in the blanket was still in a sweet sleep, and it seemed that he had no intention of being awakened by the TV program at all.

"According to the official report of the Metropolitan Police Department, the criminal who killed the general manager of the Baling Bank was captured by the police last night. It is reported that the famous high school student detective Shin Kudo made an outstanding contribution to the police investigation. one."

"Eh? Is it Kudo-kun again? It's really amazing, but he is only 17 years old and can help the police solve so many cases. No wonder he is known as the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era..."

"Hmm... black silk... what black silk?"

The man on the bed who was playing with Duke Zhou's granddaughter, wrapped in a quilt on the bed, seemed to hear something extraordinary. His heavy eyelids struggled a few times with great difficulty, and finally caught the light coming in from the corner of the curtain.

Very dazzling.

Sleepy-eyed, he lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed. The man leaned against the soft bag decoration at the head of the bed and yawned several times in a row. Then he reached out and scratched his itchy scalp. His slightly curly hair was after a night of torment. Afterwards, it has been slept into a messy bird's nest.

The close-up close-up of the famous high school student Kudo Shinichi on the TV screen was immediately reflected in the pupils that had been dormant all night. Under the close-up, the program team even put a three-line slogan on it very intimately——

"Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era!"

"The savior of the Japanese police!"

"Genius High School Student Detective!"

The man who didn't see what he wanted to see was lost in thought.

It turns out that what I heard in my sleep was actually Sherlock Holmes instead of Hei Si?
This gap between Japanese English and Chinese, how did he listen to the split?

"Ring bell bell!"

In the midst of his routine wandering after waking up, a sudden ringing of the phone on the bedside table interrupted the man's meaningless association——

"Hey?"

"Hello, Mr. Uehara, I am the front desk staff of the hotel. That's it, the police sent you a package. When is it convenient for you to pick it up?"

"Is the package from the police? I see. I'll go down and get it in about half an hour." Estimated the time it would take him to wash and go to the toilet, Uehara Katsumi gave a rough answer.

Right now, he is still on vacation, so he doesn't need to squat on the toilet like he did when he was working in the Metropolitan Police Department, just squatting for 45 minutes to start.

"It's a pity that this good day is not long~~~"

Lazily getting out of bed, Katsumi Uehara, who stood in front of the window and opened the curtains to enjoy the sunshine, stretched his limbs to his heart's content, stretched his waist, and the ending sound that was so comfortable that it almost turned into a moan at the end.

In a few days, his vacation will be over, and he will go back to the Metropolitan Police Department where he clocks in and clocks out every day. He will be a little transparent behind the ass of his boss, Mu Mushisan, and rely on the genius high school student detective Kudo Shinichi to mess around. The days of solving crime bonuses and year-end performance.

For Katsumi Uehara, who worked as a lawyer in his previous life, the feeling of getting money just by running around the scene of the crime without thinking about it is really cool and addictive.

After graduating from Keio, it was the right choice to choose to take the police test and gamble that he would be left in the Metropolitan Police Department.

He's addicted.

As for the reputation of the Japanese police, that thing has long been rotten.Even the senior management of the Metropolitan Police Department can't control it. It has nothing to do with his salary.

His immediate boss, Megushisan, has gone through the two generations of "Kudo Brothers" Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Shinichi father and son without saying anything.

"By the way, when did Kudo Shinichi become Conan? So far, my vacation and working hours seem to be normal."

Katsumi Uehara walked into the bathroom and picked up a teacup to wash up. He listened to the praise of the genius high school student detective from the two hosts on the TV in the bedroom. He picked up the old-fashioned straight-button mobile phone in the pocket of his floral pants, and squinted at the date and time. .

It has been 25 years since he was reborn in this world, and he really has never experienced the Ke Xue time that was passed down by word of mouth in his previous life. He has lived steadily since he was a child.

Although it was the start of a regular orphanage, but fortunately he has a good academic foundation. Although he can't pass the group of perverts who are admitted to the Faculty of Law and Medicine of Dongdong University, at least he can be regarded as the top private private school Qingying, and he is content.

After washing up and putting on a vacation-specific flowered shirt to cover his angular six-pack abs, Katsumi Uehara walked out of the hotel room humming a ditty while stepping on his flip flops, and took the elevator straight down. building.

"Hi, miss. I'm Katsumi Uehara from 603. I just called the front desk half an hour ago. Is there a package for me?"

Pacing to the front desk, Uehara Katsumi leaned on the countertop with one hand, leaned slightly, and asked with a smile the front desk staff who had a slightly hasty expression after being dazed.

"Yes, yes! Is that right, Mr. Uehara, this is your package, and then please sign this record." Between fingers accidentally touching, a box with the length of an A4 paper was handed over to the man Finally, the young lady at the front desk hurriedly took out her favorite pen and hotel notebook, and her earlobes on both sides showed a little bit of undetectable rosiness.

Katsumi Uehara, who kept smiling from the beginning to the end, signed his name, feeling in his heart that the innocent girls in Conan's world are so beautiful.

I tore off the outer packaging of the carton on the spot, and then opened the box. A stack of music scores that were so old that they had turned yellow lay quietly inside, and the old feeling of history rushed over my face.

Beethoven's "Moonlight".

An extremely classic piano piece is also what Katsumi Uehara will do at the end of his vacation.

He didn't know if it was right for him to do it, and he didn't know if it was effective, let alone if it was useful, but at least he wanted to do it.

Because he is a policeman.

Of course, it may also be because he is really a good person in his bones.

This world is so beautiful, wouldn't it be better to have as few tragedies as you can remember?

While humming a little tune, Katsumi Uehara, who was walking towards the hotel gate, was still flipping through the moonlight spectrum in his hand.It's a pity, probably because he doesn't have any artistic bacteria, so he can't read half a word of this score anyway.

numb.

This Yangchun Baixue's piano is still not suitable for him, female idols like Okino Yoko are suitable for him.

Katsumi Uehara, who had closed the box, took out a straight cell phone from the pocket of his floral underpants with his right hand, and was just about to make a call, but an incoming call suddenly broke into his eyes——

Sato Miwako.

This is the name of the note.

Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows in surprise, and pressed the answer button: "Yo Sato? Why are you calling me? Did you figure it out and plan to listen to your aunt and go on vacation with me?"

"..."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

"Hello? Is your signal bad?"

Miwako Sato, who was far away in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's search section [-] and searched the office area of ​​the third department, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, telling herself that this man has always spoken so unabashedly and offensively, and then said helplessly: "Uehara , Did you lose your mind on vacation?
"The Mumu Police Department received a report from the amusement park, saying that a vicious murder has occurred and they are asking someone to go with him. How about you?"

Uehara Katsumi, who was walking on the beach of Moon Shadow Island with a floral shirt, flip flops, and a pair of big sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, froze when he heard the words, "Huh?"

So I didn't have a day off today?
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(End of this chapter)