Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 223

What reason should I find?
Watching the gin upstairs, Rena Mizumura thought to herself, and from the corner of her eye, she glanced at Belmode, who was drinking leisurely on the sofa.The keen latter immediately noticed her gaze, then raised his glass as if he didn't know anything, pursed his lips and smiled, "What's the matter, Keir?"

"No, it's nothing, I just feel a little unreal." After rubbing her temples pretendingly, Mizuruna also sat down and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that the counselor of the criminal department of the Metropolitan Police Department is actually a member of the organization. The Metropolitan Police Department has made such a big commotion."

"Basically, the fact that Uno Tadyoshi is an undercover agent shocked even me." Belmode, who put down his wine glass, bit a slender lady's cigarette, as if he had completely forgotten about the recording, with the corners of his mouth raised: "Gin wine? The guy is really tantalizing."

"So, when are we leaving Japan?"

Her eyes turned to the computer screen, which was still in normal condition, and Rena Mizumus, who still hadn't figured out a feasible way to leave the team and send a message to Kahara Katsuki, began to try to insinuate.

"It takes time for the Americans to transfer. I don't know at the earliest, but it should be tomorrow morning at the latest. You don't have to go back to pack your things. Anyway, you can't use your identity as a reporter for Nikmai TV. Get ready to go at any time. "

Belmode's seemingly casual sentence directly cut off Rena Mizumu's idea of ​​going back to the residence alone to pack her things.After all, she had never been to this stronghold before, and God knows where there is surveillance.

As an undercover agent, even if Rena Mizumu wanted to report a letter to Katsumi Uehara, she couldn't do it for a while.After all, she had to consider whether her identity was exposed or not. She still didn't dare to play these small tricks of rebellion under the noses of Gin and Belmode. Otherwise, she would be sent a bullet through her heart.

"What about Mihua Central Hospital?"

"Before I leave, there must be an explosion, even if Uehara Katsumi still hasn't noticed that there is still a bomb in the hospital."

Belmode, who was staring at the screen, smiled a little playfully: "It's better for Akemi Miyano to say that Shirley will definitely kill her with gin."

"What about inside the organization? The senior researcher should be very important, so he just gave up? I thought it was just Gin Jiu wanting to teach her an unforgettable lesson."

Belmode, who was shaking the cigarette ash, glanced at her meaningfully, and said, "You should have heard Rum's phone call just now, right? He only blamed gin for blowing up the police station, and didn't mention anything about it." Shirley."

Is Shirley important?
Of course it matters.

But this importance is based on her willingness to dedicate her share of intelligence to the organization. Once she chooses to give up this necessary basic condition, Shirley is useless to the organization.

From the moment Shirley raised her gun at Gin and announced that she would stop the research on aptx-4869, her fate was already doomed.

Everyone would turn the earth around if it left, and it was impossible for the organization to be kidnapped by a powerless woman.

Typical examples are Koji Miyano and Elena Miyano.

As Shirley's parents, these two were gods who developed the first generation of drugs from scratch, but the organization still killed them, and finally used a fire to destroy the corpses.

Thinking of the two "culprits" who made him what he is now, the look in Belmode's eyes became more and more fierce.Keenly aware of the change in his mood, Shui Wurenai's eyelids twitched imperceptibly, and silently poured herself a glass of wine, just in time to hear a notification next to her ear——

"The time has been set. At 10:30 tomorrow morning, the American plane will take us out of Japan."

Turning his head to follow the prestige, Gin, who had changed back into his iconic black windbreaker and top hat, slowly walked down the stairs and notified the two of them in a cold tone: "The vodka will be picked up by the Americans we arranged in the capacity of the FBI." Come and meet us in Chicago."

"Tsk, this feeling of being forced to leave is really uncomfortable."

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Belmode curled his lips when he came back to his senses, and lifted which pot he didn't open: "Right gin."

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the tone is beyond doubt.

Gin walked behind her expressionlessly, and cast his cold gaze condescendingly on the screen: "Is anyone coming?"

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

"not yet."

On the road, in traffic.

Katsumi Uehara, who kept in touch with Kaito Kuroba, Akemi Miyano, and Aso Shishi through emails, shook his head and turned the steering wheel with both hands: "My informant replied that there was no trace of the bomb yet."

"Why didn't you inform the explosive ordnance disposal team? If there is a bomb, can your informants be more professional than them?"

In the passenger seat, Miwako Sato, who kept writing down her partner's previous conjectures in written form, frowned with the notebook spread out on her lap, and said in puzzlement, "If you inform them, wouldn't the hospital bomb be more serious?" Is it easy to spot?"

"How should I put it, it's not that I can't trust the technology of my colleagues. It's just that if even he can't defuse the bomb..."

Katsumi Uehara didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but Miwako Sato understood everything, and his eyes were surprised: "You actually know such a powerful informant?"

How to do it?
She has worked diligently in the Metropolitan Police Department for so many years, and although she has amassed as many informants as a cow's hair, the actual utility is basically a herd of cattle and horses. It is purely casting a wide net to catch more fish.

Katsumi Uehara has only been in the Metropolitan Police Department for a year, so where did he get his connections?

"How about it, are you jealous?"

Seeing the brightly lit Mihua Central Hospital appearing at the end of the road, Katsumi Uehara, who was gradually relaxed, joked with a little smile: "No way, this is my personal charm. The tiger's body was shocked, Immediately someone will turn from darkness to light.”

"Tsk."

Miwako, who heard that he was in a better mood, curled her lips, and after glancing at the still intact lights in the hospital, she roughly understood the reason for his relaxation: "Which ex-girlfriend of yours again?"

"I would, but sorry, he's a man."

"Ex-boyfriend?"

"..."

squeak! ! !
Accompanied by a brake, the EVO, which can be selected from magenta or pink, lay beside the curb in an irregular posture.With a smile on her lips, Miwako Sato came out from the passenger car, leaning on the car and jokingly said, "I can't see that you are still bisexual. Is this why you broke up with your ex?"

Katsumi Uehara, who closed the car door, took off his earphones and stuffed them back into his suit pocket. He raised his eyebrows and said, "If you want to know more about my past, there is no need for such a tactful Sato. I know everything."

Miwako Sato pouted noncommittally: "Then you may be thinking too much. I'm not curious about Huaxin Carrot's past. Instead of worrying about this, I might as well worry about whether the hospital will explode tonight and whether the personnel should be carried out in advance. evacuation."

"Probably not tonight. Gin just left the Metropolitan Police Department. It is estimated that the police should be busy reporting and plotting escape routes."

Katsumi Uehara shook his head: "If it was me, after committing the crime of detonating the Metropolitan Police Department, which can be called provoking the face of a country, I must deal with the escape as soon as possible. Where is there such thing as air traffic control—— "

"But the truth is, you're not him."

Mei Hezi glanced at her partner angrily: "If I were him, I would definitely do everything possible to kill you before running away. After all, you have broken him so many things."

"How is it possible? He doesn't have the time to kill me now. The consequences of detonating the Metropolitan Police Department are very serious."

The man shrugged indifferently: "I really didn't expect that he could use this method to escape from the Metropolitan Police Hall. It was my mistake."

"Don't talk about you, no one can think of it."

The woman who mentioned this incident also sighed: "I still can't figure out how the section chief brought those bombs into the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Although the amount is relatively small, it cannot be covered by a few clothes. According to the person who monitored the section chief before, he doesn't have any briefcase or anything like that when he goes to and from get off work."

"Surveillance section chief? Are you from Director Odagiri? What did you say?"

"There's nothing to say, it's all a follow-up diary, and I didn't find anything unusual at all—"

"Uehara, Criminal Sato."

The two were talking and heading to the hospital, when a figure was waiting at the door early.

"Doctor Aso, why are you here?"

After walking in, Miwako Sato, who saw who was coming, was obviously surprised, and Aso was actually holding a big bag containing some food and waving at the two of them.

"I have to ask our respected Uehara police department, who made me stay up late and work overtime with a wave of my hand. I didn't even have time to eat dinner. Now I have to come to the hospital to see my bones."

Raising the portable canvas bag in his hand, Aso Shi cast a sideways glance at his friend who was looking up at the starry sky, and stretched out his hands out of it as if eccentrically, took out two buckets of instant noodles and put them back.

"Ahem, the police and the people cooperate, and the police and the people cooperate. Besides, there is overtime pay, right? Don't worry, I will definitely feed you when the time comes. The Metropolitan Police Department has money."

The cheeky Uehara Katsumi patted his chest to ensure that his meal would definitely be full.

Still the same sentence, the Metropolitan Police Department has sufficient funds, and it would be a huge windfall for an individual to just deduct three melons and two dates in the name of a tall man.

"Satou, let's go, let's go and see the bones first—huh? Sato?"

Turning his head and turning sideways, Katsumi Uehara, who was about to call his partner to follow him, looked at her who was stunned in a strange way, raised his right hand and waved in front of her: "What's wrong with you?"

"...Nothing, I just suddenly remembered something."

Miwako Sato, who came back to his senses in an instant, looked away from Aso Shi's full-filled hand canvas bag, and said thoughtfully: "Uehara, do you think there is a possibility that the bomb was not brought by the section chief?" The ones who entered the Metropolitan Police Department were brought in by other people."

Katsumi Uehara, who smelled something wrong, frowned, and his tone suddenly became serious: "What do you mean? What did you think of?"

　The traditional Chinese medicine is really bitter, and it tastes like a mouthful of Chinese medicine...

　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)