Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 123 The Best 12 People【Two in One 4K】

"This is a novel angle, and you are the first to suggest this to me."

Katsumi Uehara, who was handcuffed, raised his mouth and looked at her with interest.

Before closing the door, Miwako Sato pursed her lips and said with a smile, "I'm 28 years old this year, not 18, ok?"

Have you ever eaten pork if you haven't seen a pig run?

"It's my fault for underestimating you."

Apologizing without apology, Katsumi Uehara, who witnessed the closing of the fitting room door with his own eyes, tilted his head slightly and glanced at the handcuffs that he could break free at will, with a smile in his eyes.

The key was taken away, but Miwako Sato didn't press down hard at all, leaving room for him to maneuver.

After all, this is a public place. Although there are no customers at this point, there are still five waiters.In case someone came up, Uehara Katsumi could quickly take his hands out of the handcuffs and pretend nothing happened.

In the fitting room, Miwako Sato, who closed the door, glanced at the dress she had brought in, and there was no trace of her previous composure——

Patting the sides of his cheeks with both hands, he took several deep breaths in a row.

"call……"

Damn it!What did I say!
Sitting down on the sofa used for resting in the locker room, she raised her right hand, subconsciously pressing the back of her hand on her forehead, Miwako raised her head and closed her eyes tightly.

After a long while, he rubbed his hair into a mess with both hands——

The messy hair ends scattered irregularly, adding a different aesthetic feeling when reflected in the full-length mirror.

Suddenly, the cell phone in her pocket rang.

The woman who thought it was a temporary case to deal with hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket, but the note that caught her eyes was the name of the man outside the door.

"...

"Hello? Is there something wrong?"

Pressing the answer button in a false alarm, Miwako Sato asked angrily.

"No, just to remind you, don't forget to tell auntie that you will be late when you get home at night, good girl."

It was just a door away, and she could even hear his voice coming in from outside the door.

"..."

Looking down at the phone that was in a call, Miwako Sato twitched the corner of her mouth: "I thought you would tell my mother."

"This kind of thing can only be said by yourself, can't it?"

The call was hung up, and Miwako Sato, who was sitting on the sofa, pursed her lips, kicked off her shoes with her feet staggered, and at the same time, the message sent to her mother was deleted and deleted——

In the end, it was simply condensed into the most concise sentence: 【Work overtime tonight. 】

The standard shirt and wrap-around skirt slowly faded away, and looking at herself in the full-length mirror, Miwako Sato quickly changed into that wine red evening dress with slanted shoulders.

With bare feet and a height of just over 1.7 meters, she has just the right plumpness and slender waist. The only fly in the ointment is that her hair looks a little messy.

Facing the mirror, she fiddled with the ends of her hair twice, and the tightness brought by the evening dress that highlighted the lines made her twist her body somewhat uncomfortably.

She has rarely worn this type of skirt since she was a child, and she is a little uncomfortable.

"Um……"

After arranging her hair briefly, Miwako Sato looked at her transformed self in the mirror, and then her eyes fell on her feet in short white socks.

It's not very suitable, it's an eyesore.

"Uehara, do you have a question about—"

Opening the door of the fitting room, Miwako Sato stepped on the carpet with her bare feet and just stepped out. The first thing that caught her eye was Katsumi Uehara sitting next to the plastic model and playing with his mobile phone.

Katsumi Uehara raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and his eyes suddenly lit up——

The tight-fitting mermaid dress perfectly outlines the beauty of women, and there are no other fancy designs except slanted shoulders, which highlights the main body of Miwako Sato;
The slender legs fit perfectly into the hem of the skirt, probably because of discomfort, and the white and tender toes moved a little nervously on the off-white carpet.

"Perfect."

Uehara Katsumi admired from the bottom of his heart.

Miwako Sato couldn't help walking a few steps after hearing the words: "I'm missing a pair of shoes."

"The legs are very beautiful. You can try the pointed stiletto heels or the Roman stiletto heels with cross straps. For the paint finish, the black paint finish is the best, and the red and black two-color will be very eye-catching.

"If you don't like it, you can change it to beige or nude."

Katsumi Uehara pouted at the three pairs of high-heeled shoes beside him, with a smile on his lips, and said, "Of course, the most important thing now is to untie the handcuffs for me first, my hands are going numb."

"Just in case, I think you should just copy it like this."

Miwako Sato rolled his eyes at him, bent down to pick up the pair of beige pointed stiletto heels, and put them on under the man's gaze.

"How is it? Does it look good?"

Katsumi Uehara stroked his chin with one hand, and was full of admiration: "It's not just good-looking that can be described."

"That's it. Is the manager of this store here? I'll ask him how much the rent is."

"Actually, if you are willing to be a model, I can give you this dress for free as a promised deposit, beautiful lady."

The moment Miwako Sato finished speaking, a more vicissitudes voice came from the stairs on the second floor.A black suit with a small vest and a white shirt, and the old man dressed in the simplest black and white with a sense of luxury immediately caught the eyes of the two of them.

The mid-length hair dyed silver was tied into a ponytail at the back of the head, and the face after taking off the sunglasses smiled kindly: "Or, let our superstar come and be a model for me."

The fingers with extremely obvious skin folds pointed to the man sitting beside him with rolling eyes. What the old man said surprised Miwako Sato.

"Are you...Mr. Furuta Manosuke?"

She was surprised: "Hi, Miwako Sato."

"Just call me Gutian. If you can call me an old man like Katsumi, then I will be happier." Gutian Shinosuke smiled kindly, and his eyes fell on the model's arm.

Miwako Sato, who reacted suddenly, was startled and hurriedly turned her head, only to find that Katsumi Uehara's hand had broken free from the handcuffs at some point——

"I'm not interested in being a model, old man. I've given up on it. And now I'm a rising star in the Metropolitan Police Department, and the appearance fee is very expensive."

The man in handcuffs curled his lips in disdain: "If you want to whore a model for nothing, just say so, there's no need to beat around the bush."

"I haven't seen you for so long, can't you be more enthusiastic about me?"

"Enthusiasm for you? What did you say when you tricked me into taking pictures of that magazine?" Katsumi Uehara who heard the words gave him a sideways glance: "Because of you and I are now being held by others, and I am called a beautiful boy every day." do not know?"

Miwako Sato, who was about to talk, blinked, shut up instantly, and listened quietly to the gossip.

"I didn't lie to you, it was you who wanted to make a quick buck. Besides, if I hadn't given you two special training temporarily, I really thought that your three-legged cat could win the championship a few times?"

"I'm still the champion without you." Uehara Katsumi stretched his neck and glared at him.

"Fart! The consequence of not having me is that after you finish shooting that magazine, that company will go bankrupt!" The old man lost his previous elegance, blowing his beard and staring with anger.

"Come on, don't put gold on your face."

Katsumi Uehara, who sneered at this statement, turned his head and looked at the woman beside him: "The chief store manager is here, but the rent is not available. This old man is very stingy. Let's change."

"Ok?"

Miwako Sato, who was still taking this opportunity to learn about her partner's past, watched with great interest, and was stunned when she heard this.

"Oh, I don't know who it is. It's just a set of clothes, so what if I just give it to her? It's not like someone, even—"

"It's a deal, we'll pack it later."

"Don't play word games with me here." The old man who saw through the kid's tricks snorted coldly: "It's not like I won't give it away."

"No, that, Mr. Gutian, I just want to rent a dress." Hearing this, Miwako Sato hurriedly stopped her.

How could this arguing about the clothes be given to her?

In total, I only went to such a celebration of the Suzuki Foundation, and I only wore clothes once, which was completely unnecessary.

"Look at the others."

The old man shook his head and said, "It's okay, child, I will take this dress as a gift for you. When you get married next time, I will ask my wife to design a wedding dress for you."

——? !

"Uh, that, Mr. Gutian, you may have misunderstood, between me and Uehara, we..." Miwako Sato, who ate the melon on her own head, hurriedly opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain the reason, and turned her elbow hurriedly partner.

"Don't worry, the old man is just talking hi."

Uehara Katsumi curled his lips, signaling that she doesn't have to care—

The next second, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Katsumi Uehara's expression changed when he saw the name in the note, "Sato, you go through the rental procedures first, and I'll answer the phone."

"?"

Miwako Sato, who didn't know why, looked at his back in a hurry and frowned slightly.

"It should be my son who called. He is the manager of this store."

The old man at the side regained his elegant demeanor, and said calmly: "If there is no accident, he should have called to tell Keji that I am coming."

"Call up?"

Miwako Sato blinked: "May I ask, Mr. Gutian, between you and Uehara..."

"This is just the way we get along. It's been more than ten years, so don't worry about it."

The old man waved his hand and said cheerfully, "I discovered Keji's potential when he was in junior high school, so I just want to lead him on the road."

"secondary?"

"He and my son are in the same class. This kid has been quite independent since he was a child."

Speaking of this, the old man chuckled as if thinking of something interesting: "You may not believe it, but this kid originally wanted to be a football player."

Miwako Sato who heard the words was a little curious: "Football player? Did he fail the trial training of a professional club?"

"His motor nerve response and physical fitness are very good. He should have been stable. Unfortunately, in the second year of high school, he injured his right ankle because of a group fight. I remember eight stitches on the back of his left foot.

"I heard that if someone passing by hadn't noticed the movement here and took out his mobile phone to call the police regardless of the danger of being beaten, I am afraid that Keji would have suffered more than this little injury."

The old man shook his head: "This kid is also optimistic. I thought he would be lost for a long time."

"..."

The corners of Sato Miwako's eyes twitched a few times: "So his feet have been injured all the time?"

"According to Kuniyan, that's the case, so he gave up the idea of ​​being a football player."

"Bangyan?"

"His good friend from high school, Kunihiko Oikawa. Since you've read that magazine, you should have seen him too."

Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows, and the memory in her mind immediately returned to that night.

"I don't have that kind of friend, I've already cut it off, don't mislead the old man here."

Katsumi Uehara, who didn't know what he said on the phone, came back somewhat refreshed, and couldn't help retorting: "I haven't seen that idiot for a year."

"If he's here, you two are destined to fight again."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "Okay, I, an old man, won't bother you two young people, and I'm relieved to see that you are still alive and kicking."

"Leaving again?" Uehara Katsumi had a look of surprise on his face.

"I'm going to fly to Milan soon, what do you think? If I didn't come back and saw the news the day before yesterday, I wouldn't have known that such a big deal happened to you. You have a lot of skills, right? You have to hide this kind of thing from me and Mieko."

As soon as this matter was mentioned, the old man's tone was filled with sincere dissatisfaction.

The wronged Uehara Katsumi could only bow his head and be scolded.

This was the first time Miwako Sato saw him so low-browed and pleasing to the eye.

"You and Mr. Gutian seem to have a good relationship?"

"How should I put it, he is one of the donors of the orphanage I grew up with. Although he is a bit stubborn sometimes, he is generally a good old man."

After watching the old man leave, Uehara Katsumi shrugged and said: "But sometimes you can't believe everything he says, you have to pay attention to this."

"Can I understand that you are looking for love?"

"Can--"

Pursing his lips, Uehara Katsumi sighed and said, "Okay, listen, Oikawa Kunihiko and I used to be good friends, but because of one incident, I fell out with him, so I didn't bother to mention him to you.

"If there is no accident, I will never have any intersection with him again in this life."

"So serious?" Miwako Sato was surprised.

"How should I put it... This matter is more complicated. Simply put, he is jealous of me."

"envy?"

"You know, I'm so good."

Uehara Katsumi shrugged, belittled others and at the same time did not forget to put gold on his face: "The popularity of women is so good, it can almost be said to be the public enemy of many unmarried men. Naturally, there are many people who are jealous of me."

Miwako Sato gave him a sideways look: "So, you stole his girlfriend? Or is the woman he likes likes you?

"What can turn men against brothers is usually either money or women."

Miwako Sato looked at him playfully: "Is it possible that one of your 11 ex-girlfriends happens to be someone he likes?"

"I rejected a woman's confession in my junior year, and since then I have gradually become strangers to him."

Katsumi Uehara curled his lips: "I only found out about this after I arrived at the police academy, because that woman confessed to me again during the police academy.

So I think he's just jealous that I'm popular and popular. "

Katsumi Uehara's eyes were filled with displeasure: "If it weren't for the fact that he helped me fight before, I would not have just put him in a sack at the police academy."

Miwako Sato said noncommittally, "It's the retribution of being promiscuous."

"I never provoked her."

Katsumi Uehara couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "You don't know how scary that woman is behind her back, and the tracking technology she learned in the police academy can still be used on me. If you meet such a person, don't you panic? ?”

"???"

Miwako Sato was startled.

What kind of plot unfolds.

"What then?"

"There was no later. She probably retreated in spite of the difficulties, and never provoked me again. After graduation, He Chuanbangyan got his wish and was assigned to the same department as her."

Uehara Katsumi, who picked up his nails and blew a breath, said indifferently: "Miyamoto Yumi should have told you that there was news that I was not idle during the police academy, it was her."

"You have a pretty good opinion of yourself."

"It's not called counting, it's called menqing. I will recognize the things I have done, but I will not recognize the things I have not done.

"What if there are so many gossips that affect my relationship, what do you think?"

Miwako Sato gave him a blank look: "Anyone who wants to fall in love with you should weigh it carefully to ensure that he will not become the 12th person."

"You know Sato."

Katsumi Uehara turned his head to look at himself in the mirror, and said with a smile: "On the football field, there has always been a saying of the best 12 players.

"Moreover, compared to the starting 11 who come and go, this 12th talent is the key to the football club's survival in this society."

"..."

Miwako Sato blinked knowingly: "I'm going to change clothes."

"Ah."

Watching the back of the woman swaying her waist away, Katsumi Uehara, humming a little tune, took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, popped two into his mouth and chewed.

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)