Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 122 We both look so beautiful
"So unfeeling? Don't you show affection at all?" Pointing the table with his right index finger, Katsumi Uehara, who was leaning back, stared at Miwako Sato with his eyebrows raised.

The latter, who was turning the handcuffs, also looked at him jokingly: "Responsibility is one of the principles of the police, I hope you had better not forget."

"Coincidentally, I often violate the rules."

Uehara Katsumi shrugged irresolutely, looked past Miwako Sato and landed on Chiba Kazunobu and Takagi Tsutomu, seeking for approval: "Special circumstances are treated specially, and the rules of the police are not dead. You are right." Bar?"

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The two inspection ministers looked left and right, and the colleagues around them seemed to be busy with the matter at hand as if they didn't see this side at all.

"Takagi, it suddenly occurred to me that we still have a case that we haven't finished yet, right?"

Chiba Kazunobu, who was the first to react, turned his head to look at his partner, and elbowed his arm: "That's the case, the one two days ago."

"Huh? Huh?"

Takagi, who hadn't reacted for a while, was stunned for a while, but after noticing the veiled wink he gave him, he suddenly realized, and nodded hurriedly: "Oh, yes, yes, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, just the first two God, that case is very busy."

Fat and thin fairies turned around tacitly, and left with shoulders crossed.

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Takagi She walked away at the same time, but after Chiba Kazun found out, he raised his foot and bumped him, and the latter returned to normal.

"It seems that no one agrees with your idea." Miwako Sato, who had a panoramic view of the performance, turned her head, put away the handcuffs and raised her eyebrows.

"Um……"

Uehara Katsumi, who was rubbing his chin with his right hand, hesitated to speak for a long while: "I am your boss."

"so?"

"Subordinates can't refute their superiors, understand?"

Miwako Sato gave the man a blank look, and while she turned her back to tidy up the table, the smile on her brows did not diminish at all: "You already have Suzuki's luxurious dress, what else are you going to do?"

"It's too advanced. I'm afraid that ordinary people like me can't suppress that aura."

Too lazy to look at his messy desktop, he casually threw a ballpoint pen that he took from someone's desk into the pen holder, and Katsumi Uehara stood up from the chair, grabbing the light green suit jacket that was covered on the back of the chair with his right hand : "What's more, I think you may need my aesthetic guidance as a model."

"Me? Need your aesthetic guidance?"

The woman who heard the words seemed to have heard some big joke, turned around in disbelief, pointed at herself, and laughed: "Are you serious?"

"Leaving aside the magazine that is bent over five buckets of money, I think my aesthetics are far beyond the current era."

Katsumi Uehara obviously didn't agree with Miwako Sato's questioning of his taste.

"Like your flamboyant pink EVO?"

"That's magenta."

Miwako Sato, who is a veteran drag racing party, got excited. After returning the chair, she walked out of the office area with her partner with her hands in her pockets: "Can I interview you? How did you come up with the idea of ​​changing your car to pink?" "

"You have to allow people to have their own aesthetics."

Katsumi Uehara, who was pacing into the elevator, turned his head slightly to the woman's side after pressing the elevator button, and stared at the gradually closing elevator door with his eyes straight. "Then, that's magenta."

"uh-huh."

The smiling Sato Miwako didn't retort: ​​"Takagi and the others were scared away by you before they could say the name of the shop. Where are you going to rent it?"

"Please don't question the connections of a fashion person."

The elevator door on the first floor opened slowly, and the woman who glanced at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye smiled and walked out of the elevator: "Former part-time model?"

"I prefer you to call me a champion."

In the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department under the setting sun, the pink EVO and the red Mazda drove out one after another, seamlessly joining the traffic on the street.

After nearly 10 minutes of driving, the two cars stopped in front of a clothing store named NEO.

"NEO? Are you serious? I don't think the style of this brand suits me."

Influenced by her best friend Yumi Miyamoto, Miwako Sato is not ignorant of some clothing brands.NEO, founded by the designer Mr. Gutian, is quite unique in design style, but the clothes of this brand are not cheap.

Most importantly, the store does not offer dresses for rent.

"How do you know if you don't try it, it's here."

As if guessing what his partner was thinking, Katsumi Uehara smiled before pushing the door: "I knew the manager of this store before, so I can rent it."

"you recognize?"

Miwako Sato was surprised, as he stepped into the store, a waiter immediately greeted him with keen eyesight.

"Two—"

"Let's see for ourselves. Call your store manager. Someone called Uehara Katsumi to try on the clothes. The old rules keep accounts." Uehara Katsumi, who is familiar with himself, directly confused the new clerk girl .

Miwako Sato was somewhat curious: "Have you rented here before?"

"When you attend other people's weddings, you have to wear a dress, but I don't want to buy a dress just for the banquet. It's not worth it."

Taking her up to the second floor with ease, Uehara Katsumi pointed to the lady's evening dresses in the left section on the inside, and smiled, "According to my experience, you can rent them all over there."

"These...are you sure they are suitable for me?"

Looking at the dresses that she had only seen in magazines before, Miwako Sato was obviously hesitant.

Isn't it too exaggerated for a shoulder-length dress like this?

"Why not?"

Katsumi Uehara, who picked up a suit at random in the men's dress area and pulled it in front of him, gestured a few times, looking back, and pursed his lips in the direction of the mirror.

Miwako Sato followed his gaze. In the wide mirror, she just happened to be standing in front of a wine red evening dress, only showing her head——

As if wearing this dress, the neat short hair injected a touch of sass into the bright wine red, which complemented Katsumi Uehara who was gesturing in a suit.

"We both look really pretty, don't we?"

Putting on a black suit, Katsumi Uehara opened his hands slightly, looked at the woman and himself in the mirror, moved his neck to find a better viewing angle, and twisted his body left and right.

"I'm curious if anyone has told you about narcissism." After hesitating for a while, he touched the fabric of the wine red dress with his right index finger.After one touch and release, Miwako Sato turned her head and asked as if nothing happened.

"you are the first."

Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows, pointed to the long skirt, and showed a provocative smile on his lips: "How about it, the fitting room is on the right."

Miwako Sato looked at the man playfully: "It sounds good."

"Then, try?"

"I think so."

click!
The moment the handcuffs were put on his arms, the smile on the corner of Uehara Katsumi's mouth froze.

"In order to prevent you from doing anything that violates the police manual, please sit down and rest for a while."

Miwako Sato took out the key from the man's trouser pocket, shook it in her palm, leaned over and chuckled in his ear, "I'll take the handcuff key first.

"Also, I will change clothes more slowly and take longer."

Katsumi Uehara, whose right arm was forced to be tied to the model's arm, was sitting not far from the door of the fitting room, resting his chin on one hand, pointing his puffy cheek back and forth with the five fingers of his left hand, raising his legs and shaking his feet, his eyes almost bent Become a protractor: "Don't underestimate people, I can take as long as I want, even two hours."

"is it?"

Pushing open the door of the fitting room, Miwako Sato, who took off her brown lady's blazer, stopped and turned her head, with a teasing smile on her face: "Then I think you may need to go to the hospital."

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　Sun room!
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)