Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 280 A Beam of Light in the Police
"What are you thinking about, Uehara? So engrossed? Did you find something wrong?"

After congratulating Mr. Nagato Dosan on his birthday, Shiratori Rensaburo, who cared about his friends, politely declined the invitation of Nagato Guangming. After finding his friend sitting on a marble seat at the fountain pool of this manor villa, who was obviously lost in thought, he couldn't help but look up. Patting his shoulder with his hand, he woke up softly.

"A bit."

Katsumi Uehara, who came back to his senses, turned his head and glanced, moved his buttocks, and quietly gave up half of the seat.Lifting his jaw, he pouted towards the room where Nagato Hideomi had closed the curtains: "Have you seen that room, Shiratori?"

Looking in the direction indicated by his friend, Shiratori used his hand as a sunshade, nodded and said, "The one directly under the master bedroom on the third floor of Changmen Road?"

"Well, that room should be the bedroom of Nagato Hideomi, Nagato's third son. I saw him walk in with my own eyes..."

With his elbows resting on his knees, Katsumi Uehara crossed his fingers, and explained to Shiratori the entire process of Nagato Hideomi's direct and indirect contact with him before, and Shiratori's heart tightened when he heard it——

"Do you suspect that there may be flammable and explosive substances such as gasoline in his room?"

Shiratori Ren Sanlang who had just walked out of the hospital frowned, his vigilance suddenly raised to the highest level after being blasted out.

"I'm not sure."

Uehara Katsumi hesitated a little, but then shook his head: "He just passed me by, and with his appearance, he should apply all kinds of ointments. I'm not a doctor, so it's hard to say whether it would be some kind of The smell of ointment."

"...that's true."

Hearing what his friend said, Shiratori was thoughtful: "However, if you really doubt him, I can help you go in and check."

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Hearing this, Katsumi Uehara turned his head to look at him. The latter smiled triumphantly, and pointed his index finger at his brooch on the left chest of his suit: "This is the family crest of the Shiratori family, Uehara."

Katsumi Uehara bent into a protractor in an instant: "Oh, I almost forgot that you are also a heir to the evil capitalist plutocracy. It is not surprising to know that Nagato Hideomi."

Shiratori punched him directly in the chest, and cursed with a smile: "Why do I feel like you're pissing me off again? Are you jealous?"

"Nonsense, if I were you still being a hammer policeman, how tiring you would be at high-intensity work every day, wouldn't it be nice to have a party on a yacht with a young model star?"

"I still believe what other people say. You... When did you go to work intensively? You are No.1 when you arrive late and leave early."

"Fart, that's what I call recharging and recharging, not to cause trouble for the frontline personnel. Do you know that the old detectives who have been rooted in the frontline for many years are the most annoying top students like us who come in by air?"

Shaking the collar of his shirt, Uehara Katsumi rolled his eyes: "Sitting in the office honestly and not going to the front line to make trouble is the correct way to open the professional group, and you are an exception."

The professional group is for officials, and the front line is for work.

This is the norm in Japanese police circles.

Shiratori didn't refute, but just spread his hands and shrugged: "Now you are also an exception, I am not alone."

"I shouldn't have made such a head in the first place." When Shiratori mentioned this, Uehara Katsumi inevitably vented his curse: "The salary has not changed, and the workload has increased significantly compared to before. ..."

Complaining like a boudoir, Katsumi Uehara endlessly babbled terribly, the smiling Shiratori Ren Saburo did not interrupt, but lowered himself down and sat on the half of the seat Uehara vacated, with his elbows Lying on the thigh, leaning over the upper body and looking up at the blue sky in the distance.

"Do you know what I admire most about you, Uehara?"

"Became Miwako's boyfriend." Katsumi Uehara, who was still chattering, replied immediately, showing off his words.

"You are quite self-aware."

When talking about this matter, Shiratori’s face also lost its expression of displeasure, instead it seemed a little dumbfounded: “But unfortunately, you guessed wrong.”

"You have the ability to solve crimes that I dream of having, Uehara.

"I know that you may have wondered in your heart why a kid from a rich family came to be a policeman, but I can tell you sincerely that what I envy you the most is not that you chased Miwako, but that you are far beyond my thinking. ability."

His right index finger poked his forehead, Shiratori Ren Saburo said with some emotion: "The simplest thing is that during the period when you were seriously injured and hospitalized, the sleeping Mori Kogoro became famous.

"Every time, I desperately wanted to catch the clues left by the murderer at the scene of the crime, but in the end it was always like spinning in a maze.

"This frustration makes me feel that I don't deserve to wear this police badge. The justice I have always wanted to implement must rely on the help of a detective to be implemented. Do you know that feeling Uehara?

"I'm really jealous of you.

"I even sometimes think, if you didn't show up, would I get used to the help of detectives in the case, and gradually get used to it.

"It's ridiculous, this kind of contradictory psychology. Obviously you are lazy and slippery, and you often engage in illegal operations in private, but you have become another belief in my police career.

"I would like to learn your thinking and your logical deduction ability in private, and even wonder if the reason why I can't be like you is because my childhood restricts my thinking expansion."

woman?

That does matter.

But for Shiratori, adhering to legal justice is his number one goal.

The police badge is a proof of courage, and the police are the embodiment of justice.

This is his firm belief since he was a child.

Even if someone has told him countless times that there are bad guys in the police system, even if he has witnessed the exposure of black police.

Because along the way, he has seen too many policemen who stick to their posts and use their strength to uphold the law and justice, arrest murderers, punish evil and promote good, and even die because of it.

Katsumi Uehara is also on this list, but he didn't die, he survived.

The frivolous smile on Uehara Katsumi's face gradually disappeared with the heartfelt words of his friend. He bared his teeth and pulled his hair, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Why don't we talk about Nagato Hideomi? You suddenly feel so heavy, I always feel a little uncomfortable."

It is obvious that the leader of the anti-Uehara self-denial alliance front should be the correct way for Shiratori Ren Saburo to open it.

"I'm not interested in Nagato Hideomi, but I'm interested in the organization that Gin belongs to."

Shiratori Ren Saburo smiled, lowered his head and grabbed the calluses on his hands: "Uehara, can you tell me about that organization?"

"uh-huh?"

"I don't want to see you die."

"..."

Uehara Katsumi raised his eyebrows, and gave him a strange look: "I can understand that this is you cursing me?"

"Behind me is the White Bird Financial Group. I am the only son of the White Bird Financial Group. I am still a policeman."

Speaking of this, Shiratori Ren Saburo took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at his friend and said: "I can, I also have the ability to help you within a certain range, Uehara."

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)