Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 102 Yo, Hello, Kudo Shinichi
"Ue-Uehara Police Department..."

Edogawa Conan, who was named, swallowed hard, and while subconsciously loosening the bowknot voice changer with both hands, an indescribable sense of panic invaded his whole body in an instant—cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "I, I don't know...haha... …a ha ha ha."

when……

When did this man wake up...

"Conan? I said why you disappeared. What are you doing behind there? Really, don't disturb the police handling the case." Mao Lilan, who saw Conan's appearance again, was startled, and immediately asked this uncomfortable person Peace of mind child.

Mouri Kogoro, who was already not in a good mood because of a hangover, had sharp eyes that wanted to eat people: "Conan!"

If it is normal, there is a high probability that Conan will show off his cuteness in order to get away with it.

But now...

Looking up to meet Uehara Katsumi's eyes with unclear meaning, there was nothing but panic in his heart.

The man's almost scrutinizing gaze made Conan, who was gradually unable to even laugh awkwardly, completely lost his mobility for a while. Under Belmode's gaze, Uehara Katsumi supported the cylinder with one hand, and slowly stood up.

This reaction...

Is it anesthesia?

The well-informed Belmode took a panoramic view of all this, and then his eyes fell on Conan's watch.

A watch that can anesthetize people?

A bowknot voice changer that mimics someone else's voice?
"Uehara, what's your situation?" Miwako Sato, who had been with Katsumi Uehara for a long time, still smelled something wrong when his partner got up.

Her keen intuition made her immediately take a few steps forward, reaching out to support him.

"It's nothing, it's just leg numbness after sitting for a long time. I had too much anesthesia in the hospital before, and there may be some aftereffects." Uehara Katsumi, leaning on his partner, shook his head, as if he wanted to restore the chaos that remained in his consciousness Drowsiness shakes out of my mind.

In the hospital... too much anesthesia? ? ?
Upon hearing this answer, Conan came back to his senses in an instant, and the corners of his mouth twitched vaguely for a few times.There are thousands of words in my belly, but I can't say a word when I come to my mouth.

This is the end of the matter, and he has nothing to do with it.

The complex thoughts in his mind were ever-changing, and Conan, who couldn't think of a solution in the end, suddenly found that there were only two paths left in front of him——

One is to have a showdown, and the other is to use the image of a child to continue pretending to be stupid to see if you can fool the past.

After all, no matter how suspicious his deeds are, his appearance is always a favorable condition that can prevent certain inferences from being established.

"Brother Uehara, if you don't feel well, it's better to go to the hospital for another examination."

Mu Mushisan, who was also worried about the health of his subordinates, waved his hand to signal the police officers to take away Takeshita Yunobu who had confessed to the murder, and said with concern: "The matter of the case can be put aside for now, and we are still here."

"Understand the police department, I will go later."

Katsumi Uehara, who moved his neck twice, stared at Conan unabashedly, with a half-hearted smile on his face: "As for the case, it's actually okay, Conan helped me a lot.

"Oh, by the way, Ms. Mao Lilan, I would like to ask, when my father Maori detective solved the case before, did this man named Conan help as often as now? This kid is quite smart, except that he likes to play detective games."

——? !

Conan's expression tightened, and he raised his eyes subconsciously, but he just met the eyes of Mao Lilan and Mao Li Kogoro, father and daughter: "Well, that's because I often watch Uncle Mao Li solve cases, and I think uncle Mao Li solves cases so cool and handsome, so Only then can I learn. Haha, hahaha..."

Conan's unique signature of juvenile body scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Katsumi Uehara, who was looking at him with great interest, was aroused. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed the head that felt good. The smile on the corner of his mouth made Conan feel uneasy. Sheng: "Is that so? That Maori detective is really good at teaching. He is indeed a famous sleeping detective."

If you don't listen carefully, you won't notice the accented words, and Edogawa Conan, whose heart is beating like a drum, dare not show any abnormalities at all, so he can only pretend that he doesn't understand and let him rub it wantonly.

Not to mention, it feels really good in the hand, no wonder Mori Kogoro likes to hit it so much.

Katsumi Uehara, who rubbed a few more times, smiled extraordinarily brightly.

The turbulent waves hidden under the dialogue are not humane, and Mouri Kogoro, who was still sluggish at the side, heard that he was praising himself, so he immediately cheered up and said politely: "Where is this kid who admires me so much? There is no way, I am also very troubled by this matter.”

"..."

Because Uehara Katsumi couldn't make any outrageous moves, Conan showed a look of admiration at the right time, and Mao Lilan brought the well-behaved Conan to his side for another education——

An education that cannot run around a crime scene.

Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows when he saw Mao Lilan behave like this, feeling a little puzzled.

Something's wrong, didn't this girl still be suspicious of Conan when he met Mao Lilan before?Why are you so relieved now that you really treat him like a child?

"Anyway, bring me back all the relevant surveillance videos. Also, Mr. Nakajima, although you didn't kill anyone, we still need to confirm the identity of the deceased, so please come back to the police station with us."

With the evidence, Mu Moshisan's waist became much stiffer, and his eyes fell on Nakajima Hideaki who should have died under the bomb: "But we will not ask too much about the confidentiality of the business transaction between you and him. You can be assured."

"Okay... I understand."

Watching the murderer who wanted to kill him being taken away by the police, Nakajima Hideaki nodded mechanically after recovering: "However, I don't know much about him, I don't even know his name." Know."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I'm serious, Megure Police Department."

Seeing all the policemen headed by Mumu Shisan looking at him one after another, Nakajima Hideaki said anxiously: "I really don't know him, in fact, it's not our company's secrets that he asked me to buy.

"He just wanted the personal information of some of the world's top programmers. It happened that I was in the company's development department and had contact with some people on this top list, so he would pay me to share the information I could collect. give him."

——? !

A list of top programmers?

Conan's face changed, and his eyes were vaguely focused on Nakajima Hideaki who wanted to get himself out of this accidental death case.

What do people from the Black Organization want these materials for?
What is the purpose of those people?
Conan, who immediately thought of gin and vodka, had serious eyes.

"But, if you don't know him, how did you get in touch with him?" Mu Mu Shisan was skeptical about this.

"The bar on the top floor of the Dahei Building. I met the deceased while drinking there. He offered me a price that was hard to refuse, so..."

Speaking of this, Hideaki Nakajima also felt a little embarrassed on his face. After all, it is illegal to sell other people's private information in private: "In short, I really don't know him. Every time we meet, we meet in that big black building. Roof bar."

"..."

In the dark, Belmode, with his head bowed, pushed the props of glasses used for camouflage, reached into the pocket of the down jacket, dialed a number with muscle memory, and hung up as soon as it rang.

"Dahei Building, let someone go over and check the surveillance over there." Mu Mu Shisan waved his hand: "Other people related to the case will follow me back to the Metropolitan Police Department to make notes."

"Police Department, please also take a copy of the monitoring of today's exhibition up to now, I'm curious about something."

Katsumi Uehara came forward at the right time, Conan lowered his head and glanced at Katsumi Uehara who was looking towards him, and lamented in his heart.

It's over, it's not fooling around.

There is no other way but a showdown.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that Katsumi Uehara is a good policeman, he should...will keep him secret, right?
As the large troops returned to the police station, Conan glanced left and right at the people who were taking notes in batches. Conan pinched his legs habitually, squeezed his voice and said coquettishly to Xiaolan who was pulling him: "Xiaolan Sister Lan, I'll go to the bathroom first."

"Okay, it's our turn later, don't run around, Conan."

"Good~"

Conan, who jumped off the chair, went straight to Uehara Katsumi, who was checking the surveillance in a separate room. The latter was at the moment—legs crossed, chewing gum, the surveillance tape was at hand, and there was no sign of opening the investigation.

Seeing him coming, Uehara Katsumi seemed to have expected it long ago, biting the bubble and smiling at the same time: "Yo, hello, Kudo Shinichi."

——? !

　Ask for tickets~ask for support~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)