Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 28 Pay attention to your body, Uehara criminal

The sound of metal clashing sounded suddenly, and the knight of justice in medieval armor fell down in response!
It is true that he can fight again in a head-to-head battle, but compared to his youthful physical fitness, which has fallen to the bottom, the old man who fell to the ground can't help but groan——

The old body under the armor began to send warning signals to the brain.

It is also fortunate that there is armor protection, but if there is no protection at all, I am afraid that a few ribs will be broken by now, and if it is serious, it may even step into the coffin with both feet.

"Cough cough..."

Struggling to stand up, the breathing became disordered under the uncontrollable cough, and the old voice that could no longer be concealed made Uehara Katsumi, who was holding a long sword, raised his eyebrows: "Old man?"

The old man didn't speak, just kept silent, and what was exposed under the armor was a pair of eyes that were so clear that a person of this age should have.

Seeing this, Katsumi Uehara threw the long sword aside, patted his dusty hands, and looked down at the knight sitting on the ground panting: "I have always respected the old and loved the young, I hope you won't let me Break the ring."

The slightly trembling fingers hesitated for a few seconds, and finally, the knight took off his helmet——

Unshaven, gorgeous hair and pale face.

With thin cheeks, it doesn't look like someone who can control this armor that is at least tens of kilograms.

It is true that he has been mentally prepared for a long time, but when he actually saw the real face of the old man, Uehara Katsumi still felt a little surprised in his heart.

Old man + armor, this combination is really weird.

"Well... It can be seen that your body is very healthy, at least you don't have osteoporosis." After a long silence, Uehara Katsumi finally choked out a word, causing a look of astonishment to appear between the eyebrows of the solemn old man.

"what"

"Forget it, that's not important."

Katsumi Uehara, who was playing with the handcuffs, walked up to the old man and knelt down slowly, tilting his head slightly and smiling: "The important thing is, what charges should you be arrested by me now?

"Assaulting the police? Attempted murder? Theft? Combination of the three crimes?"

The old man raised his head, his clear eyes met the young man in front of him, and he suddenly smiled.

Smiling abruptly, but also kindly.

"I don't think I have committed a crime, Mr. Police."

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"Fart! That's a crime!"

The Metropolitan Police Department, the Criminal Department's Search Section [-], Violent Crime Department [-], and the Inquiry Room.

Because he came to the police station by car early to take notes, the security guard who reported the case scoffed at the statement that the murderer, whom he had never met, thought he was innocent.

"I remember very clearly that the sword was only a few tenths of a centimeter away from my throat. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid it would be impossible to sit here and talk to the original criminal now!"

"It's impossible. How can an ordinary old man like me have such fine control of strength. I think you can check the monitoring on this point. I just wanted to scare these two people away, because I thought they A thief disguised as a security guard."

In the interrogation room, facing Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting directly across from him, who was so bored that he was picking his nostrils instead of taking notes, the thin old man who had already taken off his armor said firmly: "I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Ochiai, this is The curator of an art gallery, all of which can be found.”

"curator?"

Katsumi Uehara, who was wiping his hands with a tissue, raised his eyes, and Erlang's trembling legs stopped for a moment: "Can the curator assault the police?"

"I've already said it, Police Officer Uehara. The reason why I stay in the art museum dressed like this is because there have been frequent art thefts in the museum recently. You can ask any art museum employee about this, so I want to wait and see. Find out who the thief is.

"When the two security guards appeared skulkingly, I thought they were thieves, so I frightened them away and prepared to call the police.

"But Officer Uehara, you came in not long after, so I regarded you as their accomplice, and then I went further to drive you away."

The handcuffed hands were lightly placed on the table, and the kind-faced old man seemed to be in a good mood: "Besides, Officer Uehara, you didn't show your ID at the time, right? Naturally, I wouldn't just listen to a stranger say that I If it's the police, especially in that situation."

Uehara Katsumi pursed his lips noncommittally, turned the ballpoint pen and raised his eyebrows to signal the old man to continue.

"I'm done, and here's what happened."

"So, you're saying that all that happened tonight was just a misunderstanding caused by thieves?"

"If there is no other evidence, I think it should be."

Director Ochiai nodded kindly: "I'm sorry for involving you, Police Officer Uehara."

"Would you mind staying here for a while?" He closed the notebook that didn't write a single word. Although his mouth was in a questioning tone, Uehara Katsumi stood up honestly, without the slightest intention of waiting for a response.

The old man with a calm smile sat on the chair, his eyes stayed on the notebook with nothing written in it for a few seconds, and then he watched him leave in silence.

"Come out? How did you ask?"

In the office area of ​​the third department, Miwako Sato, who was still drinking hot water at her workstation, saw her apprentice who was forced to work overtime come out of the interrogation room, so she couldn't help but put down her teacup and asked with a smile.

"It's almost clear, it's a misunderstanding." Throwing the notebook and pen on Miwako Sato's desk, Katsumi Uehara, feeling parched, pursed his lips. After all, he was watched by Miwako Sato's eyes that became vigilant at that moment. He obediently went back to his station to grab a water glass.

"Are you sure it was a misunderstanding?"

"The monitoring of the art museum did show that our weak suspect only frightened the two security guards, and even started to frighten me.

"In other words, he didn't lie."

Sipping the wolfberry and red date tea in the thermos to moisten his throat, Katsumi Uehara rested his left elbow on the baffle of Miwako's station, and said with a little emotion: "Satou, do you think I will be old when I get old?" Can you wear a plate armor that weighs tens of kilograms and still be able to move freely?"

"you?"

Miwako Sato who heard the words could not help but look him up and down, and poured cold water on him without hesitation: "I'm afraid not."

"Why? Are you questioning my physical fitness?" Katsumi Uehara, who failed to hear the ideal answer as he wished, put down his thermos, raising his eyebrows with a hint of provocation.

Miwako Sato, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the man in front of her with a funny face. When she stood up, she picked up the thermos cup with goji berries and red dates floating on it, and looked at the man several times from top to bottom.

"Pay more attention to your body, Uehara Criminal." Smiling and pressing the thermos cup on the man's palm, Miwako Sato turned and walked away.

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Looking down at the goji berries and red dates floating on the water, Katsumi Uehara made a question mark and quit: "Wait a minute, Sato, what do you mean!"

The footsteps of the beautiful back not only didn't stop at all, but accelerated a lot. With his back to the man, he raised his hand and waved: "Happy overtime, Uehara."

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