Conan's New Police Story

"It is true that someone in England has contacted me Boro, but I want to finish half the season with the Nagoya Grampus Eight.

"There are a lot of good guys in this team. The next half of the season is a great opportunity for them to hit the championship. I can't just leave like this."

"It's a rare opportunity for Arsene, you just need to find a little time to talk to Arsenal people, that's all."

"I know, but I can't just walk away now, the lads here still need me, the club needs me, they need time to find someone to replace me, we can't let the fans down."

In the Iroha sushi restaurant, two men sitting in a remote corner of the store deliberately lowered their voices, talking to each other in English.

One is thin and elegant, and one can tell from the accent that he is from France;
The other person has a big shoulder and a round waist, with a deep voice and an obvious appearance of the former Yugoslavs. .

"No, no, you need to figure out a little about Arsene, you have brought a championship trophy to this club, and before you came to Japan, Nagoya Grampus was even the bottom-ranked team in the entire J-League.

"You don't owe this team anything anymore, you have also brought championships to the fans, you have also improved the training methods, and left a valuable asset to the entire Japanese football world.

"The opportunity to come back to Europe is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and there is potential in the Premier League where Arsenal are."

Facing the refusal of his companions, the fierce-looking Yugoslav sighed, and was still trying to persuade: "There are not many head coaches who left in the middle of the season, and you don't belong here at all."

"I understand, so I have reached a preliminary agreement with the club. When the season is over, they will terminate my contract in advance."

The elegant Frenchman smiled and chewed on the sushi, and said in a calm manner: "In return, I will participate in the fan exchange meeting led by the Japanese Football Association in a few days."

"Huh? The Japanese Football Association?"

"Otherwise, what do you think I brought you to Tokyo for, a vacation?"

Facing his partner's doubts, the Frenchman smiled happily: "Not only Nagoya Grampus, but also the head coaches of football clubs from Tokyo, Osaka and other cities will also participate."

"Wait a minute, shouldn't this kind of activity be attended by the leading stars of each team?"

"It's different, this time it's a tactical exchange meeting. If I remember correctly, it was specially organized by the Japanese Football Association for football tactics and training enthusiasts.

"You know, the development of this country is not prosperous in this area. To promote the progress of a league, it is not only the head coach of a professional team, but the tactical quality of the amateur level is also a very important indicator.

"In my opinion, the existing coaches and reserve coaches of the J-League are slowly on the right track. This time, the Japanese Football Association is more focused on cultivating folk tactics enthusiasts. Through this kind of activities, more ordinary fans and audiences can understand football. Tactics can also be regarded as part of promoting football."

Speaking of this, the elegant Frenchman is a little bit emotional, and the execution of the National Football Association is so firm that it is a bit scary: "As far as I know, they have even decided on the venue for the fan exchange meeting, which seems to be a villa in the mountains. Provided by the Suzuki Foundation in Japan."

"The Suzuki consortium really exists everywhere." The strong former Yugoslavian man chewed and swallowed the sushi and shook his head: "You—"

"Well, may I ask, are you Mr. Arsene Wenger?"

The two were chatting when a sudden voice interrupted the conversation——

Looking closely, a beautiful lady wearing a purple suit jacket, a hip-wrapped skirt of the same color, and a black round-neck shirt inside immediately came into view.

"I am, may I ask you?" The elegant Frenchman named Arsene Wenger, who spoke not-so-fluent Japanese, asked doubtfully.

"Sorry to bother you, my name is Miwako Sato."

Miwako Sato smiled, and introduced herself generously: "It's like this, my boyfriend..."

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"Boy friend?"

In the other corner of the sushi restaurant, Conan, who was holding orange juice and biting the straw, rested his chin on one hand, and squinted at the man typing on his mobile phone beside him: "You really chased Officer Sato?"

"Don't compare every man with a coward like you, understand?" Katsumi Uehara, who cut out after spraying people and continued to browse the forum, raised his eyes and glanced in the direction where Mori Ran and Mori Kogoro were. Conan suddenly The straw in his mouth was bitten to death and creaked.

"What? Don't accept it? If you don't accept it, go and confess, coward." Katsumi Uehara, who curled his lips and took a sip of Coke, gave the elementary school student a contemptuous look.

"How can I confess my love to Lan in this state, idiot." Conan, who rubbed the corner of his mouth after his face stiffened visibly to the naked eye, was obviously depressed.

After getting smaller, he did recognize his feelings for Lan, but the cruel reality has firmly separated him from Qingmei.

The distance is so close, but I dare not say "I love you" when I open my mouth.

"Is there a possibility that your Xiaolan is already suspicious of you?"

——? !

Hearing this, Conan's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he raised his head suddenly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"In fact, judging from the demeanor I observed the few times I sent you home, Mao Lilan may indeed think you are a bit weird."

Recalling the strange eyes that Mori Rana looked at Conan last time, although it was only a flash, Uehara Katsumi was sure that he was not mistaken.

Mao Lilan at this time obviously hasn't been coaxed by Ke Dao, and still has a certain amount of sensitivity, if I remember correctly, it should be like this.

"..."

Conan also recalled Xiaolan's doubts about himself after rescuing the doctor's child before, and fell silent.

The clever mind in the past has been stirred into a mess at this moment.

"Then what should I do?"

Conan was a little confused.

No matter how smart he is, he is just a 17-year-old boy who hasn't even gone to college. "Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era" is just a compliment to his ability to solve crimes, nothing more.

But the man sitting next to him is a police supernova who graduated from a prestigious school.Whether it is solving cases or thinking, he is a rare smart person in the police force.

The key is that he is indeed older than him, by a full 7 years.

"I don't know. If you ask me, who will I ask?"

Katsumi Uehara rolled his eyes, and directly broke the daze that rarely rose from the bottom of Conan's heart: "If you can't, let your supernatural father figure out a way."

"...My dad has already asked a friend to help me investigate, but the result will not come out so soon. Besides, this drug—huh? No, haven't you already arrested the vodka and Uno Zhongyi?"

"If you count on them, you might as well count on that Miyano Shiho who got smaller like you."

Uehara Katsumi smiled and rubbed the back of Conan's head, coaxing like a big bad wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood: "Get on good terms with her, maybe there will be surprises."

"She? I can't trust anyone in that organization. You are the only one who trusts me so much. I don't know how you can be so confident." When talking about Miyano Shiho, Conan's face suddenly darkened: "Do you know that I did it last night because of I'm worried that Dr. Ali didn't sleep and suffered from insomnia."

"What did you tell me about insomnia?"

Katsumi Uehara had a strange look in his eyes: "Shouldn't it be enough to just take that anesthesia watch and shoot yourself a shot?"

"..."

Conan, who had bitten the straw flat, had nothing to say for a while.

"According to what you said, she should have moved in last night, but you can still sit and chat with me now, which means that Dr. A Li should have called you to report that she is safe."

"Well, but that guy said today that Dr. Ali's house is too dirty, and he needs to do some cleaning." Conan turned the cup back and forth, speculating: "It should be to take the opportunity to search the doctor's house in a carpet-like way to see if there is one we installed. Bugs and cameras."

"It's strange to find it."

Uehara Katsumi happily munched on the sushi, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Kogoro Mori's bulging wallet at the far cash register, and couldn't help but be taken aback: "Detective Mori bought a horse and won the big prize? The money is packed with so much money? "

"No, a big client came to the door. Have you heard of the Nagato Group? The chairman of the group sent a housekeeper to invite Uncle Mao Li to help investigate something.

"The housekeeper didn't say what was going on this morning. He said that he would wait to have a chat with Chairman Nagato, but the remuneration is very generous, and the full amount is paid in advance. Otherwise, how could you think that uncle's stingy character could be so good?" Luxury sushi set."

Conan, who rested his chin on one hand, was unable to complain about his childhood sweetheart father.

He didn't even know how such an amazing person like Fei Yingli married such an uncle in the first place.

"Full payment in advance? A Maori detective who came here specially?"

Uehara Katsumi blinked, then his eyes fell on Conan, and he asked tentatively, "Will you go with me when the time comes?"

"……What do you mean?"

"Tell me in advance which day you will pass, and I will go to work after my vacation."

"????"

Meanwhile, the Suzuki Medieval Art Museum.

Miyano Akemi, who was dressed in a light blue suit, raised her wrist to look at the time, took a long breath and hung up the phone conversation with her sister. With a gentle smile on her face, she walked into the gate of the art museum ——

"Hi curator, my name is Yazi Xiaolin, and I'm here to interview for an accountant position."

In the curator's office, the old man with white beard and hair was full of energy. When the secretary brought him in, a kind smile appeared on his face: "My surname is Ochiai, and it's the first time I've met Miss Kobayashi. I've seen your resume, and it's very good. .”

"You're over the top, Director Ochiai."

Dr. A Li's house.

Hui Yuanai, who was dressed at home, lay on the ground, squinted her eyes sideways, and quietly passed through the gap, noticing the small button in the corner that was still sending signals to the outside world.

ps: What can Party A do to me!
After receiving the final payment, I will be the uncle!
Lord is liberated! (proud face)