Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 132

"Sleepy... sleepy to death?"

For a moment, Vodka, who still couldn't turn the corner in his brain, looked puzzled, very puzzled: "A new mission?"

"Of course not, although I would also like to know what is going on."

The woman who put down the wine glass breathed a sigh of relief, untied the rubber band that bound the ponytail and shook her hair, tidied up the slightly messy look due to the rush, smiled and looked at the man with his hands on the back of the sofa in the booth——

"It's just a peripheral member. Does it take so much effort, Gin?"

Gin, who was biting a cigarette, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "If the bait is not in your hands, the best result is to destroy her."

Tongue stirred the cold wine in her mouth, and the woman who couldn't get the answer she wanted didn't continue to ask: "Bermode will stay in Japan for about half a month at most, but there is still no Miyano in the intelligence department." Mingmei's news.

"Even if she and I switched identities, but Rena Mizumu is only a reporter and host of Nikkei TV, she has no way to enter the Metropolitan Police Department.

"If I continue to go in under the name of an exclusive interview, I may be suspected by the Tokyo police at this juncture."

"It's not necessary."

Lighting the gin with soot, he said lightly: "The Metropolitan Police Department will take us there, as long as you play the role of Chris Binyard without being discovered by the police, Keel."

"Of course it's fine."

The woman code-named Kiel felt her heart tense, and she immediately stopped thinking about further testing, and agreed without hesitation.

It's not the first time she has played such a thing as exchanging identities, and she is familiar with it.

It's just a few police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department, and they are not professional counterparts of the Japanese police, so there is no possibility of her pretending to be discovered.

She has this confidence.

"Vodka."

"Big brother."

"How is the arrangement?"

"It's all arranged."

Talking about what he was responsible for, Vodka pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said solemnly: "As long as the police are not stupid, they will definitely be able to find out..."

Listening to the gin and smoking the report, the appearance of Zhizhu holding it made Kiel, who was also sitting on the deck, slightly lower his head, staring at his reflection in the wine glass, and remained silent.

Although she has already got the code name, she feels that she is still a long way from the real core of the organization.

Like this task, what she knows is only a part of it—a part that requires her cooperation.

Mihua Town, inside a villa under police martial law.

After adjusting all the monitoring equipment, Miwako Sato left the master bedroom after saying goodbye to Chris Binyard who went to take a bath.

Just as he was about to go back to his room, when he passed the stairs, he unexpectedly saw Katsumi Uehara sitting alone in the living room on the first floor, writing and drawing with a pen in his hand.

There is also a bottle of wine and a wine glass on the coffee table.

"Stars, moon, sun? What are you drawing?"

Pacing down the stairs, the slippers that controlled the footsteps stood behind the man, bent slightly, and looked at the pen and paper in his hand, Miwako Sato wondered.

"You can think of it as an image."

Katsumi Uehara, who made several plans on a piece of paper, leaned against the back of the sofa, tilted his head back, looked up at his partner who was leaning over and said, "Of course, you can also understand that I'm cheating."

Although he couldn't understand what it meant, it didn't prevent Miwako Sato from hearing a bit of ridicule with a smile in the man's tone.

"We still have to guard against Kidd and possible killers. Don't you look down on him when you drink?" Glancing at about a third of the wine in the glacier glass, Miwako Sato narrowed her eyes slightly, wondering Thinking about something.

"You can understand that this is part of cheating."

Katsumi Uehara reached out to hold the wine glass and raised it towards her, and said with a smile, "Would you like some, to help you sleep before going to bed."

"...Because Kidd won't come?"

Staring at his partner for a long while, Miwa Sato was puzzled: "Why are you so sure?"

"Kidd won't kill."

"But that was the Kidd eight years ago. Compared with the Kidd eight years ago, the scope of activities of this Kidd has been reduced a lot. Obviously, he is not the Kidd who didn't kill people."

"How about Sato, how about we make a bet?" Taking a sip of the wine in his glass, Uehara Katsumi looked sideways at his partner's body up and down, and his smile gradually became malicious.

Noticing the man's gaze, Miwako Sato's eyelids twitched subconsciously: "This is a case, Uehara. We are the police, and the police take the case as a bet? What are you kidding?"

"Whoever loses will be responsible for bringing breakfast for a month? How about it?" Katsumi Uehara, who put down his glass, raised his eyebrows jokingly.

"...It's a deal, you're lost."

"You're the loser, Kidd 100% won't come here."

The smiling Uehara Katsumi stood up humming a little tune, crumpled up the white paper full of graffiti and threw it into the trash can, Shi Shi ran up the stairs.

Will come here, someone else.

Glancing at the master bedroom where Belmode was, the closed door made him smile even more.

Interview with Nikkei TV, Rena Mizumu.

The preconditions are all in place, if what happens at the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow is indeed as he imagined...

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The next day, Metropolitan Police Department.

Shiratori Ren Sanlang, who came to work early in the morning, was yawning and flipping through the summary of materials sent to his desk. Flipping through the pages, a name came into his eyes and attracted his attention——

Ok?
"Police, something is wrong."

"What's the matter, Brother Shiratori? What's wrong? Did Kidd appear on Brother Uehara's side?"

He was eating the lunch box his wife had prepared for him, Mu Mu Shisan's expression tightened when he heard the words.

"No, it's about the list of members of the Magic Club that Chris Binyard explained."

Shiratori Ren Sanlang shook his head, and handed the documents in front of his boss: "Didn't I say before that none of them had entry records, so I checked their people around them.

"Then we found out that one of the guys' brother had lived in Tokyo for a while, look here."

"Mitsubishi Bank... Masami Hirota? Regular deposit business?"

Looking at the place pointed by his subordinates, Mu Mu Shisan's pupils shrank suddenly: "Wait a minute, brother Shiratori, what do you mean?!"

"It's not sure whether the two are related for the time being. After all, there are many people who have approached Akemi Miyano for deposit business. But this matter is linked to murder, so it is hard not to attract attention."

Shiratori Ren Saburo let out a breath slowly, and said with a solemn face: "If possible, we need to ask Miyano Akemi.

"But we have to consider one more thing. If the person who wants to kill Chris Binyard is the mysterious organization behind Akemi Miyano, then they may have taken the initiative to expose their intentions in order to observe the police's actions and thus Determine the location of Miyano Akemi.

"and……"

"And Brother Uehara and the others are also very dangerous now."

Mu Mushisan immediately picked up the phone and dialed Uehara Katsumi's number——

"Mumu Police Department?"

"Brother Uehara, have you noticed anything unusual?"

"Anomaly? No."

In the bathroom of the bedroom of the villa, Katsumi Uehara brushed his teeth with his messy hair on his head, and reflected in the mirror with sleepy eyes: "It's calm, we just woke up, and we are preparing for an interview with the Japanese television station today."

"Listen Uehara, Shiratori just discovered something unexpected..."

On the phone, Mu Mushisan's solemn warning voice made Uehara Katsumi stop brushing his teeth.

"That's it, I understand."

There was a smile on the corner of the man's mouth in the mirror: "The police department, you and Shiratori's worries are not unreasonable, Sato and I will pay attention. Oh, by the way, there is one more thing, let Shiratori pay more attention.

"If this is true..."

Turning on the water of the faucet to the maximum, and tearing off a towel at random to make the rattling sound extraordinarily loud, Katsumi Uehara took out a second mobile phone from his pocket with his left hand, typed an email blindly with his muscle memory, and clicked send.

"Then the other party is likely to focus on the white bird in charge of verification."

Wiping the wet cheek with a towel, Katsumi Uehara looked down at the email that had been sent successfully, and his expression gradually became more playful.

master bedroom.

Belmode, who was listening to the two police rooms in Tokyo with a bug, took off his earphones and sent an email to Gin——

[The fish bites the hook. 】

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

Shiratori Rensaburo, who came out of the office of the department head, glanced at the email sent by Uehara Katsumi in the mailbox, although he was a little puzzled, he still pressed the delete button.

In the villa.

Katsumi Uehara, who finished washing, just opened the door when he saw Belmode who also came out of the bedroom, and greeted her with a smile: "Good morning, Miss Chris."

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)