Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 165 Self-denial, help me

"What happened? I think your expression was not right just now."

After the meal, Miwako Sato, who watched Shiratori leave, stretched her shoulders and neck, and asked from the side.

Katsumi Uehara, who opened the box of chewing gum, randomly flew two pieces into his mouth, and then handed the metal box in front of her: "Is it obvious?"

"What do you think?" Miwako Sato, who was gradually getting used to two pieces of chewing gum after a meal, chewed on the fragrance of mint, couldn't deny it.

"An idiot who has been gone for a year sent me a package, and it was mailed directly to the Metropolitan Police Department. It's strange, I have been disconnected from him for a long time."

"I want to reconcile with you but I can't get rid of it, so let's try to give each other a step?"

Miwako Sato, who heard the implication, walked towards the elevator side by side with the man, and the memory in her mind quickly locked a name——

And Chuan Bangyan.

Among the people Katsumi Uehara mentioned, the adjective "disappeared for a year" was only used on the man named Kunihiko Oikawa in the magazine.

The elevator door opened and the two walked in.

"There is no step between me and him."

"Why? You won't really hook up with his wife, will you?"

"I would, but it's a pity he doesn't have a wife."

"???"

Katsumi Uehara, who was grinning, didn't explain too much. After reaching the floor where the third department was located, Miwako Sato stepped out of the elevator.

Katsumi Uehara continued to take the elevator down to the next floor. After arriving at the package storage desk, he showed his ID and got a small package that was only the size of a flip phone.

The name of Oikawa Kunihiko was indeed written in the sender column on the signed receipt.

"Murakami, has this package just been delivered?"

"Yes, Uehara Police Department, what's the matter, is there any problem?"

"No, nothing, thanks."

Smiling friendly to the staff, Katsumi Uehara tore open the package casually and took out a...flip phone?
Ok?
Wanting to turn it on, I pressed the button for a long time but the screen still failed to light up.

"Is there no electricity..."

Katsumi Uehara frowned with sudden doubts in his heart, then put his mobile phone in his pocket, and took the elevator back to the office area of ​​the third department.

As a frequent fisherman, his drawers are always equipped with removable battery panels.It is easy and convenient to replace a battery board when the battery is out of power.

"Yo Uehara, did you buy a new phone?"

"Who have you seen with a new phone like this?"

Smiling and cursing at the old fritters who came up, Uehara Katsumi, who returned to his place and opened the drawer, turned out the spare battery of his flip phone of the same model, removed the back cover and replaced it.

The moment the power is turned on, the tiny abrasions on the screen are instantly covered by the light.

After entering the main page, Uehara Katsumi bit the lower right flap of his lip, and quickly clicked into the mailbox with his finger——

Empty.

Thinking that there would be some hidden emails in the mailbox, he recalled He Chuanbangyan's privacy habits, and tried for a long time, but he couldn't find the 1kb thing.

Suddenly, Katsumi Uehara almost threw his cell phone out of shock from a voice coming from behind him——

"He sent you a cell phone?"

Turning his head to look, Miwako Sato, who was leaning over to her side with her hands behind her back, immediately came into view.

"I just came back from the bathroom, passed by here, and just saw you coming up."

Miwako Sato blinked, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did something happen?"

"I don't know, he sent me a mobile phone with nothing, whether it's a mailbox or software or—huh?"

Katsumi Uehara's voice froze when he turned to the memo.

Following his gaze, the only note in the mobile phone memo immediately caught the eyes of Miwako Sato——

[Self-denial, help me. 】

It was a very humble request, and Miwako Sato subconsciously shifted her gaze back to her partner's face. The latter narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously shocked by the contents of this memo.

"Uehara, I remember you said that he is the number one in the police academy, right?" Miwako Sato didn't bother to pretend that something was wrong, and leaned forward to observe the phone: "If you don't have a regular file, it will be filed by the police. gone?"

"Tsk, the child is dead and the baby is dead. Ask me for help and can't even say a good word. How shameless." Uehara Katsumi, whose face quickly returned to normal, curled his lips: "I really think the status of the police is so noble."

"..."

Miwako Sato gave him a strange look: "Could it be that he has nowhere to go?"

"You are desperate and still have the mind to send something, and send it to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Is there a possibility that he doesn't know your current address?"

"...I'll go down and ask about this package, Sato, please take a fingerprint test on this phone first."

Handing the phone to his partner, Uehara Katsumi spoke calmly.

Miwako Sato weighed the weight of the phone, and said irresolutely, "Can you help me?"

"He's a public security officer. If he's reduced to this level, the less people know about it, the better. Don't worry, I'll call you if something happens."

Katsumi Uehara raised his right hand, waved it, and walked out of the gate of the third department without looking back.

Kuboto-cho 7-chome 22 Fandi.

This is the sending address of the package. When confirming the sender of the package, he also glanced at the sender's address.

The magenta EVO roared out of the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department, and Katsumi Uehara, who stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, didn't even bother to look at the traffic lights.

"Hello, Yumi? Yes, it's me, Miwako."

In the Sanshi office area, after leaning against the window and seeing the dazzling magenta lightning, Miwako Sato dialed the phone number of her best friend, Yumi Miyamoto.

"Ah, Miwako, what's the matter?"

"Uehara has a case to deal with, and it may violate traffic rules. Please register his license plate number."

"Okay, I understand, let me handle it."

"Thanks."

Miwako Sato, who pursed her lips and smiled, hung up the phone, looked down at the silver-black flip phone in her hand, as if thinking of something, she also turned around and walked out of the gate of the third department, and took the elevator down to the first floor.

She rummaged through the trash cans full of parcels near the storage desk, and soon saw her target.

"I really don't want to waste any time..."

Youyou sighed, Miwako Sato shook her head, brought it back to the third series, found a lighter and burned it all away.

......................................................

It is a very ordinary one-family small villa in the 7th and 22nd district of Kuboto-cho.

Katsumi Uehara, who got out of the car, looked around and was about to ring the doorbell, but found that the door of the villa was not closed, it was ajar.

Pushing the door open, the courtyard without any abnormalities is extremely quiet, and the friction sound of leather shoes stepping on the cobblestones can be heard clearly.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Rena Mizumura, who was aware of the intrusion for the first time, stood by the window, secretly watching the man who was looking at something in the courtyard, frowning.

Uehara Katsumi? !
How did he find here? !
　As far as this outrageous one-size-fits-all street management policy...

　　Forget it, it's good that people are fine.

　　A false alarm.

　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)