Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 230 The New Spokesperson of the Tokyo Branch of the Distillery——Bourbon

"Thank you, Miwako."

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Early the next morning, Sato House, the second bedroom.

Miwako Sato, with one foot sticking out of the quilt, obviously had an amazing dream, her delicate toes sometimes turned up and sometimes tightened according to the phantom in the dream, and there was a bit of satisfaction in her brows without makeup Lazy, the corners of his mouth can't help but rise.

At the door of the bedroom, Mama Sato, who knocked on the door for a long time without waiting for her daughter to open the door, pushed the door in and saw several black lines on the back and forehead of her sleepless daughter.

What is this kid dreaming about?

"Miwako? Miwako?"

"Um...Mom?"

Miwako Sato, who was pushed awake, opened her eyes in a daze, and while she turned sideways, her right foot, which was exposed outside the futon, retracted into the warm futon.

"Wake up and eat Miwako, and go to bed after eating, you know?" Seeing her daughter waking up, Sato's mother helped her forehead: "How many times have I told you that it is easy to get stomach problems if you don't eat breakfast."

"...But Mom, I worked overtime last night until very late—"

"No matter how late it is, get up and eat quickly, and you can go back to sleep after eating."

Concerning her daughter's health, Mama Sato, who was dressed in a sea-blue kimono, immediately put on a straight face: "Besides, no matter how busy you are, can someone Uehara be busy? Both of you worked overtime together last night, and he can wake up." Come on, why can't you get up?"

"???"

Miwako Sato, who suddenly heard the man's name, scratched her scalp with question marks in her head.

"Uehara came to look for you an hour ago, but I refused because you were sleeping at the time. You look at you, and then you look at others..."

"..."

Listening to her mother's rambling, Miwako Sato, whose eyes gradually changed from dazed to desperate, wanted to tuck her head into the quilt like an ostrich, but she couldn't.

"Oh yes, one more thing."

Sato's mother, who had been reprimanded for a long time, saw that her daughter was about to draw circles around her eyes and emit green smoke from her head, so she pretended not to care and pulled the new quilt in front of her and said, "Why are your toiletries replaced with new ones?" Have you changed? Even the quilt has been changed? Where are the cosmetics? Where are your clothes?"

——? !

Miwako Sato, who was reciting the "Can't Hear the Heart Sutra" in her heart, suddenly became excited: "Ahem, don't think too much about that mother, I don't want to move out, it's just to cooperate with the task execution.

"The new case we encountered had no evidence, so Uehara and I wanted to forge a scene where the prisoner could be active. In order to make the scene more realistic, I had to move the things I was using there, so as not to let the prisoner You can see the flaw at a glance."

"Really?"

After hearing the words, Sato's mother showed a hint of disappointment between her brows, and was caught by Miwako, who's face darkened suddenly: "Mom?"

"I thought it was Miwako, you already have a boyfriend and are going to move out—"

"Mom, let me go, I'm going to get up and eat."

Miwako Sato lifted the quilt decisively and interrupted the old mother's clichéd nagging, and walked towards the bathroom lifelessly with a pair of dead fish eyes. After freshening up in a wild and ladylike way, when she came to the restaurant, she saw Beautiful gift box on the dining table.

"Uehara came to give this to you in the morning. You were sleeping at the time, so I took it for you." Sato's mother, who was walking quietly like a ghost, said suddenly, which shocked Miwako, who was stunned.

"Uehara gave it to me?"

Instinctively, she reached out and wanted to open the gift, but she changed her mind immediately after catching a glimpse of her mother's excited expression of poking and prying out of the corner of her eye, restraining the gushing desire in her heart, and turning to Start attacking towards breakfast.

"Miwako, is there any conflict between you and Uehara?" Seeing that her daughter had seen through her small thoughts, Sato's mother stopped pretending, moved her buttocks and sat opposite her, and asked cautiously.

Miwako with her stuffed mouth looked at her mother strangely: "No, why do you ask that?"

"When Uehara asked me to hand over this thing to you, he was obviously in a melancholy mood, and he was dressed very solemnly today..."

Sato's mother recalled the Katsumi Uehara she saw this morning. Although she hid it well, the melancholy negative emotions still couldn't be hidden from her, an old Jianghu.

"Are you dressed properly..."

Miwako Sato, who was biting the fried egg, thought of what Katsumi Uehara called her before they left last night, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but rise: "Okay, mom, don't worry about it, there is nothing between me and him."

"Okay, since you are all right, mom can rest assured."

Sato's mother, who always pays attention to her daughter's expression, is satisfied, and the rapid change of attitude makes Sato Miwako very puzzled——

Is it an illusion?

Why does she always feel that her mother's asking these questions is a drunkard's intention.

"Oh yes, one more thing."

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"Starting today, Ireland will temporarily be in charge of the forces in Tokyo. Gin, Belmode, and Keir, the three of you will arrive in the United States on three planes, and then transfer to France immediately."

Tokyo, inside the new base of the brewery.

The curtains of the huge living room were drawn, and on the TV screen, Rum's electronic voice was particularly serious: "As for the arrested vodka and Tadashi Uno, I will send someone else to deal with it."

"There is no need to be so troublesome. As long as the two of them provide valuable information, both the Japanese police and the Japanese public security will treat them as guests."

On the sofa, Gin, who didn't come back until the morning after going out last night, didn't close his eyes all night, but there was no trace of fatigue between his brows: "After I made the decision to let Vodka disguise itself as the FBI, I made a promise with him and Tadashi Uno, if If they are discovered by the police, then the two of them will provide them with some information about the organization's stronghold."

"What did you say?"

Rum's voice on the other end of the video call suddenly accelerated: "Do you know what you're talking about, Gin?"

"I know that, Rum."

Gin raised his hand, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and shook the ash with one hand: "After all, it is risky to pretend to be FBI, even I am not 100% sure, so I made two-handed preparations at the time.

"I told Vodka a long time ago that once his identity is found out and he is arrested, what information can be sold. He needs to exchange for trust to save his life, and Tadashi Uno is the same.

"Although there was an accident in the follow-up, Vodka and Tadashi Uno can still use this dark line to delay time and even gain trust to serve as tainted witnesses until our rescue arrives."

"I have a question."

On the one-person sofa beside him, Belmode, who had stained nails, sneered unsurprisingly, glanced at Mizuru Nai who was sitting upright from the corner of the eye, and his smile gradually became playful: "I'm afraid that Ireland's ability is not enough to control Tokyo or even The power of Japan, Rum, are you sure he won't make the basket bigger?"

"of course not."

Facing Belmode's doubts, Rum replied very straightforwardly: "Ireland is indeed not capable enough, so I also sent Bourbon over, and he will handle the subsequent matters. Ireland mainly assists Bourbon in operations. "

Shui Wu Liannai: "..."

Bourbon?

The CIA agent with a sullen face once again made waves in his heart.

The smile on Belmode's face gradually brightened when he heard the code name: "Really, it turned out to be Bourbon, then it's okay."

Meanwhile, London, UK, airport.

A blond young man with wheat-colored skin pulled a small suitcase, put on a baseball cap casually, looked at the destination Japan on the ticket, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Katsumi Uehara...

"Interesting, the policeman who can let the gin miss."

　ps: Got home half an hour late, Gan.

　　But the problem is not big, the tenth day of the lunar new year has passed, and the update will be stable from today~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)