Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 106 Why do you want to fight alone?
"Morning, Sato."

"Morning, Tiansuo."

"Morning, Uehara."

"Actually, it's not very early, you're almost late."

"...?"

"Ignore him, he may have had a nightmare last night, so he is not in a good mood after waking up today."

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, next to the elevator.

Miwako Sato, who was dressed in a blue-purple suit with a bag hip skirt, smiled at the corner of her mouth, glanced at her partner who was drinking coffee by herself, and there was a little ridicule on the brow.

"Ah, it's a nightmare. Now I just wonder if someone has a nightmare after watching something that shouldn't be seen."

Taking a sip of the refreshing black coffee in the cup, Katsumi Uehara straightened his tie, then turned his head to look at her: "Or is it that she likes this one?"

"How should I put it, people's aesthetics have limits."

Throwing the cup of black coffee in her hand into the trash can, Miwako Sato turned her head to look at her with a half-smile: "I don't think she likes aliens."

"It's hard to say this question, after all, people can't be generalized."

"Indeed, it's as if not everyone can be called [the once-in-a-hundred-year beauty boy]."

"..."

"Hmm, isn't it?"

Miwako Sato, who followed the crowd into the elevator, put her hands in her pockets, raised her eyebrows at her partner who was speechless, and did not hide the smile in her eyes.

"First of all, I need to correct one point: that name is just a promotional tool for the magazine. Didn't you see that the names of the models that appeared on those pages with me have names under them;
"Secondly, well, there is no second, that thing is really just a propaganda tool."

The elevator door opened, and Katsumi Uehara, who was sipping black coffee, walked out and tried to persuade his partner: "I was only 17 years old at the time, and I wanted to make some quick money, and the only way in front of me was to be a model, you know Do I mean?"

"Understood, of course I understand, I fully understand and support the decision you made at the time. This is very difficult for a 17-year-old child, not easy."

At the gate of the third-line office area, Miwako Sato, who was standing still, stretched out her hand to pull the man's slightly messy and loose tie, smoothed it for him with a smile, then raised her head and leaned closer to his ear and whispered: "I won't say anything." Don't worry, after all, you are a beautiful boy who wants to save face."

Like a devil's low moan, like a cat's claw, Uehara Katsumi jumped up and down.

"Did that bastard Hao Sumi tell you? That magazine is the one he's hiding in his hand."

"You told me that yourself."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, it is impossible for me to betray myself."

"I suggest you drink less alcohol next time, good boy." Miwako Sato loosened the man's tie, turned around with a smile and pushed open the door of the Sanshi office area, leaving Katsumi Uehara alone outside the glass door to perform the face-changing Sichuan opera.

Damn it, anti-pornography!
To clean up pornography!
Now he suspects that his old friend's karaoke part-time job is illegal, so he has to go and scan it.

Katsumi Uehara, who was exuding low pressure early in the morning, made no one within [-] centimeters dare to approach him for a while, and his face was so dark that it was seriously suspected that a thief had stolen his wallet.

"Sato, what's wrong with him? There is something wrong with the hospital examination results?" Seeing this, Shiratori Nisaburo, who was passing by his work station with the documents in his arms, couldn't help but knock on Miwako Sato, who arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department at the same time as Katsumi Uehara every morning. bit.

"The hospital examination results are very healthy, so he has to come to work and is not in a good mood."

Sato Miwako, who was peeling the orange, had a smile that Shiratori Rensaburo couldn't understand, and reminded him kindly.

Takagi and Chiba, who were also passing by and wanted to say hello as usual, looked at each other after seeing Katsumi Uehara's expression that didn't seem like a match at all, and they both saw the gossip in their eyes.

Unfortunately, no one can answer them.

"Brother Uehara, you—huh? What's the matter with you?" Mumu Shisan, who had always been wearing an orange trench coat in the police station, immediately began to inquire about his brother's status.

This is a treasure.

"Report to the police department, I'm thinking about whether the illegal operation is under our control."

"???"

"Forget it, if I didn't say it, what do you want me from the police department?"

"Inspector Odagiri will come over later, and he wants to see you by name. I think you'd better make preparations in advance."

Megushisan gave an answer that surprised Uehara Katsumi.

Inspector Odagiri, in the Metropolitan Metropolitan Police Department, the one who can be called Mekushisan is the Chief of the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Police Department: Toshiro Odagiri.

"He wants to see me? Didn't I already meet him after I was discharged from the hospital?"

Mu Mu Shisan patted his subordinates on the shoulder in relief, and encouraged him: "I don't know, but it should be a good thing. Take care of it yourself, brother Uehara."

Katsumi Uehara blinked, stood in place and watched Memu Shisan, who was in a good mood, leave.

"Above looking for you?"

Miwako Sato, who was holding a water glass, came over and asked curiously.

"If there is no accident, it should be."

Uehara Katsumi glanced at her: "I will say a few more bad things about you later."

"He won't believe it. My dad used to be his subordinate."

"Relationship accounts are amazing, aren't they?"

"Eat an orange?"

Miwako Sato handed over a piece of orange in a funny way, and Katsumi Uehara opened his mouth and swallowed it.

"Aren't you afraid of dying from acid?"

"Is it sour? It's not sour at all."

The distorted facial features made the man's words very unconvincing.

"Seriously, Uehara, I'm really curious now, has this magazine ever made a name for yourself? Your look is too indescribable. Tell me about it?"

"I've made a fart. As far as I know, there is not a single hair. In the end, I fell down."

Uehara Katsumi curled his lips in disdain, and sneered at the former club that made him money: "Besides, I don't know about the others. Noriko Nagayama and Kunihiko Oikawa didn't make a name for themselves at all."

"Noriko Nagayama? Oikawa Kunihiko? Who are they?" Miwako Sato leaned on the baffle of the partner's station with both arms, gossiping.

"The man and woman who appeared with me in those pages you read, these are their real names."

Katsumi Uehara, who was leaning on the chair, said with a bit of embarrassment in his tone: "Noriko Nagayama, I heard from a friend that he seemed to have signed with a bad firm, and finally terminated the contract, and became a hostess."

Miwako Sato gave him a strange look.

Katsumi Uehara rolled his eyes: "What a friend."

"What about that boy named Kunihiko Oikawa?"

"Who knows, he should have been selected by the police to carry out a mission, and he might have died outside. Anyway, there is no news."

"What? Wait a minute, can you say it again?" Miwako Sato frowned in a very puzzled tone: "He also entered the police academy?"

Katsumi Uehara spread his hands together: "Otherwise, who do you think I hit with a sack before graduation?"

"...He is the No. [-] police academy in your same period?"

"Anyway, I don't think he is the number one. I have been sacked, so it doesn't count."

"..."

Uehara Katsumi's disdainful expression made Miwako Sato narrow her eyes slightly: "Are you alone?"

"It's so old, now we pay attention to teamwork."

Katsumi Uehara raised his neck, confidently: "Why do you single out when you can fight in groups?"

　ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~
　　pps: Mid-Autumn Festival is going to be with my parents and grandma for dinner at night, so the next three shifts will be late. It should be coded after I go back. It will be around three or four in the morning. I suggest you get up and watch tomorrow~
　　ppps: place the bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)