Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 232 Do you know how to drink

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"..."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"..."

"Is anyone there? It's me, Uehara Katsumi!"

Tokyo, Toriya-cho 5-chome 37th, in front of an ordinary house with a garden, the man who rang the doorbell several times held a gift in his hand, frowned slightly, and started knocking on the door repeatedly. The right hand holding the gift box couldn't help clenching the rope tightly.

"Young man, don't disturb the people in the early morning. This family hasn't been back for almost three months. No one will answer you even if you knock on the door."

Suddenly, the elder sister in the building next door pushed open the window impatiently, poked her head out of the window, looked down from the second floor, and stared unkindly at the young man who was disturbing her dream.

"...I'm sorry sister, I haven't contacted them for a long time, I'm bothering you." Uehara Katsumi turned his head, with an apology on his face at the right time, and said with a hint of hope in his heart: "Did they move? "

The silent fallen leaves floated quietly to his feet with the wind, and Uehara fell into deathly silence after saying this sentence.

Uehara Katsumi, who came to the six tombstones under the guidance of the staff, thanked him politely.

"I'm airborne as the manager of the first section? Are you not afraid that others will say that you eat alone?" Kuroda Heiwei was obviously a little surprised.

The disgusting smell continued to enter Uehara Katsumi's nasal cavity along the trajectory of the refrigerator door opening. The latter raised his left hand to cover his nose with the back of his hand, and carefully looked through the contents with his right hand, but he didn't find much.

Katsumi Uehara strolled into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. There were still a few plates of fish and pork that were obviously stinking in the machine that was still in operation.

"Does he know?"

"Well, I understand."

"..."

Familiar names, accompanied by the voices and smiles of his life, appeared in front of his eyes like a flying horse, from adults to children.

Facing the woman who also sat on the ground with knees in front of him, Uehara Katsumi smiled mockingly: "Is that so, I'm sorry, I disappointed you."

"Ah."

On the other end of the phone, a slightly hoarse voice shattered his joy: "I am Oikawa's boss."

"idiot."

The expressionless Uehara Katsumi continued to speed up his pace, but he still couldn't find an answer that could convince him. The family's clothes hanging on the balcony completely shattered the last illusion in his heart.

Putting down the ballpoint pen in his hand, Toshiro Odagiri, who turned his chair around, stared at his old friend and said, "Just in time, you also need an identity to walk on the bright side."

"Uehara Police Department."

"You killed your sister's family."

Katsumi Uehara touched the cabinet casually, and his fingers were immediately stained with thick dirt.

"If you want to drink real wine, I have it here, but I don't know if you will drink it."

"The first class is different. After Matsumoto Kiyosaga took over as the head of the class, the position of the manager of the first class became vacant."

"will not."

"...I can provide the address if you need it."

"Squeak~"

"Do you know who I am, and you are watching here?"

Obviously, this house has not been lived in for a long time, but he did not find a reminder for utility bills in the mailbox at the door, that is to say——

Perhaps because he was tired from standing, Uehara Katsumi stomped his feet, then sat on the ground with his knees bent, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, and took a sip with his head raised.

The tip of his tongue licked his wet lips, and after a while, Katsumi Uehara, who tightened the lid, said another sentence. At the same time, he looked down at the water bottle in his hand: "Damn, I bought another bottle of fake wine, stupid."

"Do you know how to drink?" Uehara Katsumi's eyes fell on the wine bottle in front of him, and he began to touch it unceremoniously.

Walking through the courtyard after landing, Uehara Katsumi, who found a key in the hidden compartment under the flower bed, walked to the brown-red gate and opened it without hesitation—

"No, I'm just delivering something for someone, I'm sorry to bother you, sister." The smile on the corner of his mouth obviously stagnated, and Uehara Katsumi clenched his right fist more and more tightly——

Sitting slumped on the dusty sofa, Uehara Katsumi stared at the family photo on the side of the TV cabinet with his dull eyes, speechless for a long time.

"Everything, I want to arrest everyone on the channel of Uno Zhongyi. After all, you have been in a coma for so long. Although there are people in the police who support you, you can't take the position of Uno Zhongyi.

boom!
Under the terrified eyes of the woman, Uehara Katsumi threw the gift box on the ground casually, looked at the surrounding walls and iron gates, and then flipped in. His movements were so skillful that it was hard not to make people doubt him. is a habitual offender.

"Say."

"Who do you want to check?"

"Of course, according to your logic, I should also have a share."

cemetery.

Metropolitan Police Department, Office of the Minister of Criminal Affairs.

Regarding this, Toshiro Odagiri's tone was very indifferent: "When have I ever been afraid of this?"

Katsumi Uehara was obviously not surprised when he heard the voice, and he didn't even bother to turn his head: "Did you know about this a long time ago, Sato?"

"I gave you the phone, what do you say?"

The sound of the wooden door turning was particularly harsh to the man's ears. The entrance hall and the dining room, which showed no sign of mess, gradually came into view as he entered, and there were dust visible to the naked eye everywhere.

"Do you know, I have attended many personal funerals, and they are all people who have had a great influence on me when I was growing up." Miwako Sato, who put the two bottles of wine on the ground, ignored his depression: "Of course, you almost did."

"You're welcome, Mr. Uehara, if you visit the grave, please pay attention to the precautions I said before."

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of the nose, Kuroda Hei closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and immediately put aside the negative emotions in his mind, and turned back into the cold policeman: "What else is there to call me over?" Is something wrong, Odagiri?"

Suddenly, there was a rush of phone ringing from the corner of the living room, and Katsumi Uehara's eyes lit up when he was awakened, he hurriedly got up and picked up the microphone of the landline: "This is Oikawa—"

Living room, bedroom.

On the side, Toshiro Odagiri, who was still sorting out the transcript information of the first interrogation after staying up all night, glanced at him, a little tired on his serious and serious face.

Katsumi Uehara closed his eyes, raised his head and blew directly on the bottle——

"Hetian is dead. I plan to support Matsumoto Kiyoshige to the position of section chief. Have you ever thought about returning to the post and helping me?"

"?"

Miwako Sato opened the lid, smiled and raised her hand to gather the loose hair on her forehead: "So when I asked for leave for you, I also asked for leave for myself."

Maybe it was because of the "sister" who woke up, and the elder sister who was shaking the paper fan suddenly became more amiable: "That's not clear, and I haven't seen any moving cars coming. My child, are you here?" Are you looking for relatives?"

Hei Kuroda, who put down his phone, showed a rare look of melancholy on his face, and shook his head silently.

Until, the last tombstone.

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Staring at the tombstone for a long time, Katsumi Uehara, who had placed the flowers in front of the tomb, said softly after rubbing his slightly sore eyes.

Miwako Sato, who was carrying a plastic bag, was not wearing a professional suit today, but a simple white shirt and denim, with a pair of white shoes on her feet: "Didn't you also guess the result a long time ago, but you just never wanted to To face it, so I don’t even have the courage to contact and confirm.”

"Unfortunately, before we received Oikawa's news and realized something was wrong, all his family members were killed."

"Ring bell bell!"

"Uehara Police Department, I... I'm sorry."

"..."

"His choice to play for you was the second worst decision he ever made in his life."

After the staff left, Uehara Katsumi finally set his eyes on the six tombstones in front of him, and let out a deep breath while baring his teeth.

"Cough cough cough cough!!!"

The sudden strong gulp undoubtedly caused him to cough violently, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes: "What kind of wine did you buy? Why does it taste so spicy? It hurts my throat."

"Of course you will feel uncomfortable if you drink so hard, and you will choke on your tears."

Miwako took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and handed it to the man, and said softly, "Slow down and it won't happen..."

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)