Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 174
"I have a question, Detective Uozuka, I wonder if you can tell me the answer."

"As long as it doesn't involve the FBI's secrets, I will do my best, Officer Uehara."

In the conference room, Katsumi Uehara, who had finished the meeting, turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, leaned his elbow on the table with one hand, and asked, "Oikawa Kunihiko, is he dead?"

"Who?" Vodka was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I have never heard of this name, is he also an undercover agent who sneaked into the organization? What is the code name?"

"It's the guy standing with me in this picture."

Katsumi Uehara, who was blocked by his sunglasses from observing his micro-expressions, put down his pen, reached out and took out the photos from his trousers pocket, and lined up in front of the man one by one: "Do you know him, Agent Uozuka? "

"Unfortunately, I don't know him."

After scrutinizing it carefully for a while, Vodka's tone was a little apologetic: "He should be the confidence that Keir tricked you into, right? Is it your friend, Officer Uehara?

"I only know that Keir wants to use someone to get revenge on you. These things... sorry."

"I see, thanks."

"........."

Close your eyes, the scenes in the conference room at that time were played back in Uehara Katsumi's mind over and over again.

"Uehara? Uehara?"

"Huh? Ah? What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you this sentence? What's going on with your behavior just now? Are you suspicious of Uozuka Saburo?"

Staring at the intersection in the distance where the back can no longer be seen, Miwako Sato leaned on the edge of the window, folded her arms around her chest, and asked sideways, "What did you say before entering the conference room and what you said in the conference room just now? ?”

"I don't know how to explain it to you, and I'm not sure if this so-called FBI agent is trustworthy."

Bending slightly, the man with his arms resting on the window sill crossed his fingers and said, "Even if he has enough foundation of trust now."

"Then, is Miyano Shiho still looking for him?"

"Look, of course, why not look for it."

Looking into the distance, Katsumi Uehara chuckled: "I don't have any evidence, nor any formed inferences. What if what he said is true?"

"Intuition?" She also turned her head to look at the sky outside the window that was dyed red by the setting sun. The magnificent sunlight hit Miwako Sato's side face.

"I just think it's too coincidental, you can think I'm crazy."

"Really, do you need therapy?"

Letting her soft hair pat on her white and tender cheeks without any combing, the woman who looked back raised her head slightly.Under the elegant jaw line, the fair neck attracts the attention of men.

The corners of Uehara Katsumi's mouth rose, and the smiles in his eyes almost overflowed: "So, is it Police Officer Sato tonight? Or Doctor Sato?"

"He's the one who treats guests to dinner."

Miwako Sato subconsciously caressed her neck with her right hand, without showing any weakness in her tone: "You'd better not make me spend too much money, otherwise I will most likely let you see a doctor."

"Then can I choose the way and part of the injury myself?"

"Drunk stomach piercing, grilling table scalding arm, choose one?"

"Is there a less painful way to get injured? It's best to make me feel comfortable, so that I won't feel bad when I go to the hospital."

"you guess?"

"I can't guess, why don't you send me to the operating table yourself, Dr. Sato?"

Miwako Sato stared at him with a half-smile: "My medical skills are not very good, I'm afraid you will be in too much pain."

Katsumi Uehara, who turned sideways to meet the woman's gaze, tilted his head, raised his eyebrows and said irresolutely: "Then please put a pineapple on the side of the operating table."

"uh-huh?"

"Remember to peel the skin."

The man grinned, and his smile instantly became bright: "Or cut off your hands."

The woman with a smile on her face didn't respond, she just stood by the window, crossed her arms around her chest, and watched as the figure who was humming an unknown song gradually left.

Not long after, Sato's mother, who was far away in Sato House, received a call from her daughter——

"Hey?"

"Mom, I'll be back late tonight, so you don't have to wait for me to eat."

"Are you going to work overtime again, Miwako? Have you encountered any difficult cases?"

"Do not."

Miwako Sato held the phone, and while pursing her lips, her pink tongue moved unconsciously in her mouth.After confirming that the man had gone far away, Miwako Sato, who looked at his back and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, said, "It's dinner with Uehara."

——? !

"Eh?! Wait a minute! Wait a minute, I admit defeat in this round. Miwako, tell Mom carefully about you—"

With a "beep", Mama Sato's joyful and sentimental voice stopped abruptly.

? ? ? ? ?

Eh no!
How does the kid speak half? !
Who did you learn from? !
Putting the phone back into her pocket, Miwako Sato turned her head to take a last look at the warm sunset outside the window, and closed the window with a smile.

After passing by her workstation, she gently stretched her feet to return the chair to its original position, then walked out of the office area step by step, and walked towards the man who was obviously waiting for her at the door of the office area.

"It's not time to get off work yet."

Katsumi Uehara, who was chewing gum, blew a bubble, put away the photo he had been staring at just now, heard the sound of high heels behind him, and said without turning his head: "Is it okay to skip work?"

"Since when have you been so law-abiding?"

Miwako Sato, who kept walking, passed the man, walked straight to the elevator, reached out and pressed the elevator button without the slightest hesitation.

Katsumi Uehara, who followed with a smile, stepped into the empty elevator first after the elevator door opened: "I have always been law-abiding.

"Self-restraint, return to courtesy, and benevolence, this is the creed that I have engraved on my desk since I was a student."

"I can't tell, so you still had lofty ideals when you were studying."

Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows and asked in surprise, "So, have you achieved this goal now?"

"My name came true."

happy.

After all, Miwako, who still couldn't hold back, could no longer maintain her emotional peace, laughing her way through.

Katsumi Uehara shrugged and laughed at himself: "It's just a bit of a name. It's called self-denial, but my behavior can't be called self-denial—no, it should be said that my behavior is exactly the opposite of self-denial, it is indulgence." .”

"Then there's no need to be so presumptuous."

The overjoyed Miwako Sato breathed a sigh of relief, frowned, and said with a smile: "For a policeman, indulgence and self-denial are not antonyms to some extent."

"Although I know you are flattering me, I still feel comfortable listening. Suggest more, I can bear it."

"No, it's from the heart."

As the numbers on the elevator display kept moving down, Miwako Sato, who raised her head slightly to look at the notification of the arrival of the stairs, seriously corrected: "Katsumi Uehara, he deserves his name."

"..."

Looking up at the face reflected in the dark mirror of the elevator prompt screen, Uehara Katsumi moved his lips twice, and then chuckled softly: "If that bastard is still alive, he probably won't agree with you."

"All ears."

The elevator door opened, and Miwako Sato raised her wrist to look at the time, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Now I'm off work, I have enough time."

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)