Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 111 You come to solve the case, I will take the bonus

Metropolitan Police Department, the office area of ​​the third department.

Playing for fun, playing for fun, Kogoro Mori, who doesn’t make fun of his body, really took the number that Katsumi Uehara wrote on the paper and was going to find a time to go to Mihua Central Hospital to have a good photo with this real doctor of Aso pieces.

As the instigator, Conan saw it in his eyes and kept it in his heart.Honestly following Xiaolan's ass, it was rare for him to look like a child once, and his cute appearance attracted the attention of Uehara Katsumi at least five times.

"Conan, let's make a record, you stay in the lounge obediently and don't run around, wait for us to come out, understand?"

Seeing that the chat was coming to an end, Mao Lilan, who had come to the police station so many times, knew that it was his turn to start taking notes, turned around and squatted down, put his hands on Conan's shoulders, and instructed him gently.

"Okay~ Sister Xiaolan~"

I don't know if it's a subconscious behavior. Conan's set of movements, which is so cute and has a tail, can be described as smooth and smooth, and it's astonishingly skillful.

Sometimes it's hard not to wonder if he's really treated himself like a kid, especially when it comes to certain benefits.

"Hey, Uehara Police Department, can you take me to the lounge."

Watching Xiaolan and Mori Kogoro go away, Conan voluntarily jumped off the chair, walked to the side of Uehara Katsumi who was joking with Miwako Sato and others, stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of his clothes, speaking with an innocent voice asked.

"?"

While chatting happily with Sato, Katsumi Uehara, who wanted to refuse, noticed his eyes, and could only curl his lips boredly: "Okay, come with me."

Seeing that the senior and junior also left, Shiratori Ren Saburo was a little puzzled: "That kid from the Maori detective family seems to have a good relationship with Uehara?"

"That kid is so smart that he doesn't seem like a person of this age group at all. Uehara probably has some curiosity about him."

Miwako Sato, who has experienced it herself, can't help recalling Conan's performance. It can be said that if it weren't for the difference in size and age, it would be difficult for her to treat this child as a primary school student.

Even she felt this way, not to mention Uehara Katsumi.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do, I was dragged in by you while I was still working."

Katsumi Uehara, who walked into a lounge casually, sat lazily on the sofa, looked at Conan who closed the door and said, "If it's to thank you, then there's no need. I haven't considered whether to report your existence."

"I know, but even if you only help me keep a secret for a day, I should thank you."

Conan, whose tone was no longer childish, pushed his glasses with one hand, and smiled: "Besides, to be honest, not everyone has the courage to do that in the case of the last case alone.

"Although you're usually a little bit more serious."

"Yeah, don't put a high hat on me, I'm afraid you have something to ask me." Uehara Katsumi, who interrupted Conan's teammate's chanting, raised his hand and mumbled as he took the orange Sato brought from home. .

"Although I beg you to be true, what I say is also true."

"Don't think about it, nothing was found, including the real identity of the guy you mentioned."

Katsumi Uehara, who still didn't know what was hidden in Conan's stomach, directly wiped out all the fantasies in his heart: "The police have checked all channels that may contain information about the deceased.

"Unfortunately, apart from the code name [Tequila] in your statement, we couldn't find any other information at all, as if this person never existed."

"What about the gin and vodka? The Mumu Police Department should still have an impression of the two of them, that is, the two men in black who were left at the scene by the Mumu Police Department as suspects in the amusement park for a while.

"One is tall and blond; the other is shorter, but stronger."

The little hand kept gesturing to the culprit that caused him to shrink, and there was still a hint of hope in Conan's voice.

"Obviously, not a single hair."

Uehara Katsumi spread his hands and told the results of the police's tracking.

To be honest, even if he only knew the superficiality of these two people, even the name Kurosawa Zhen was not sure if it was the real name of Gin, let alone where the two lived.

"Also, I advise you not to investigate this case in private, otherwise, if you are caught, you and the people around you will become very dangerous.

"You're not a policeman."

Katsumi Uehara gave Conan a meaningful warning, and directly spread the facts on the table to Conan, chewing on an orange and said: "Also, there should be a round of ghost arrest in the Metropolitan Police Department recently. If you don't want to be Keep an eye on it, and it's best to stay hidden when solving the case."

"...Is it because the bar that Tequila frequented was bombed?" Conan raised his eyes and looked at him after a short silence.

"Judging from the news I have received, this should be the trigger. The higher authorities have been catching them for a long time, and this time they should be clearing out many people at once."

Recalling Toshiro Odagiri's serious voice, Katsumi Uehara made a bold prediction.

"Then, Uehara Police Department, do you know any friends in the medical field, the kind who have researched on baiganjiu?"

Seeing that Katsumi Uehara was so honest, Conan stopped hiding it and said, "When you were on vacation before, a high school student detective from Osaka came to Tokyo to find me, to be exact Kudo Shinichi.

"It turned out that he couldn't find it, so he found Lan's house. Because I was suffering from a cold at the time, he poured me a glass of baigan wine and said it could relieve the cold. As a result, I became bigger later on. Unfortunately, it didn't happen. How long did it take for my body to change back to this look."

When talking about this incident, a trace of bitterness flashed across Conan's face visible to the naked eye.

From the initial ecstasy to the current loneliness, if it wasn't for his excellent psychological endurance, it would be really difficult for him to withstand the gap brought about by the failure of this hope.

"A high school student detective from Osaka? Give you a bok gan?"

"Correct."

"Please tell me your name and age, so that I can arrest him conveniently."

"Um well—huh?"

Conan, who subconsciously nodded, came back to his senses for a moment, looked at the refreshed Uehara Katsumi, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are quite law-abiding, Uehara Police Department."

"Should be."

"His father is the boss of the Osaka police."

"What's wrong, boss, this is Tokyo, not Osaka."

Uehara Katsumi curled his lips, and spoke very forcefully: "Besides, shouldn't you ask your dad about Baigan?"

"Ask, they are investigating."

Conan sighed: "I just think it is necessary to tell you about this matter, after all, besides my parents and Dr. Ali, only you know my true identity.

"However, I didn't expect your focus to be so strange.

"According to your previous personality, I thought you would let me drink Baiganbian again on the spot to show you."

"What are you looking at? Seeing you grow bigger and smaller, lying on the ground and rolling on the ground, howling?"

Katsumi Uehara shrugged: "First of all, I'm not interested in rubbing salt in people's wounds. Secondly, my secrecy is required, understand?"

Hearing this, Conan lowered his head slightly, a strong light appeared on the lens, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "Ah, I'll solve the case, and you get the bonus, right?"

"Not bad, very good."

Uehara Katsumi is very satisfied, isn't Kudo Shinichi quite discerning?

"Okay, let's go, that's all, don't delay my relationship with Sato in the future."

"Wait a minute, Uehara Police Department."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

Katsumi Uehara, whose hand was on the doorknob, didn't pause at all, and didn't respond, he just waved his back to Conan, who was standing sideways and staring at him, and walked out of the lounge.

The busy office area is full of heat.

Katsumi Uehara, who is like a fish in water, mixed in again, strolling here and chatting there, molested Miwako Sato from time to time, and was passively beaten.

Conan, who was leaning against the door of the lounge, just watched his joyful back, feeling a sense of unreasonable peace of mind for some reason.

Maybe... being known by him is not a bad thing?
　ps: I wasted too much time driving back yesterday, causing the code words to stay up until after five o'clock in the morning, and my head is still groggy after sleeping all day today, Gan.

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