Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 33 You drive a Mazda, no wonder you are stuck in traffic
The doctor's order written on the injury is stuffed in the suit pocket at this moment, and the distance that can be reached by just raising one's hand is like a natural moat at this moment, which makes Uehara more than capable of self-denial.

Miscalculated.

The ghost knows that we can run into each other at the entrance of the hospital.

Noticing him, Miwako Sato had already opened the door and got out of the car, and came to Katsumi Uehara in three steps at a time. The extremely dangerous gaze made the latter have no chance to verify the accuracy of his memory.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The doubts that were asked at the same time made the two of them startled. After looking at each other, Katsumi Uehara vaguely remembered that he had an accident with his left hand. I'm going to the hospital this morning to take an X-ray to check."

"Hand pain? X-ray film?" Miwako Sato was taken aback when she heard the words, and most of her anger for not sleeping well disappeared in an instant.Frowning, his eyes naturally fell on the slightly stiff fingers of the man's left hand: "What's going on?"

"Isn't it just the old man who was arrested in the art gallery last night? I had a conflict with him in the exhibition room and punched the well-crafted armor." Sighing, Uehara Katsumi, who had a somewhat forced smile, seemed to mock himself He grinned quietly: "Obviously, compared to refined steel, my mortal body is not very strong."

"what did the doctor say?"

"It's just a slight fracture of the tail finger of my left hand. It's not a big problem. I'm already making an appointment for surgery."

"Slight fracture of the little finger?" Miwako Sato looked suspiciously up and down at Katsumi Uehara's finger, which seemed to be a little bit strange, and asked strangely, "Did the nurse fix it with a cast?"

"I refused, the bandage can be handled simply by myself. The plaster is too troublesome, and it's not the kind that is completely broken." Shrugging, Uehara Katsumi pouted at the bicycle faucet.Miwako Sato followed suit, and a bag with bandages came into view.

"I originally planned to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department and fix it. After all, this can sell a wave of impression points in front of the Megure Police Department. But..."

Katsumi Uehara turned his eyes and lowered his eyelids to look at the woman in front of him with a grin and said, "Since I met you at the hospital gate, can I ask you to help me fix it?"

Miwako Sato gave the man an angry look.

If it was a year or even half a year ago, she might still have reacted to this man's rhetoric.But now, she was calm and even wanted to laugh.

"retribution."

Passing over the sideways man noncommittally, and reaching out to grab the bag hanging on the bicycle, the woman turned around and walked towards her beloved car that was parked at the edge of the traffic flow.

Katsumi Uehara turned his head and glanced at the empty faucet handle of the bicycle, smiled lightly and lifted his heels up.

"Speaking of which, you were late this morning, weren't you?"

Uehara Katsumi couldn't help raising his eyebrows because of the two large portions of instant bento placed on the seat: "You also prepared a special breakfast for me? Did you come to meet me on purpose?"

"I advise you to correct your narcissism, otherwise you will suffer losses in the future if you are careful."

"It can't be changed, it's born."

"Don't just see orthopedics next time, go to neurology or neurosurgery." Seeing Uehara Katsumi stacked the instant bento on the center console, Miwako Sato, who tore off the bandage, sat down and pointed at him Lifting his chin: "Stretch out your hand."

"At that time, I'm afraid family members will be required to sign." Feeling the touch of the bandage slowly restraining his fingers, Uehara Katsumi, who was resting on the headrest of the co-pilot, smiled and turned his head to look out the window: "I won't go to shame myself. "

Miwako Sato paused the bandaged hand, and then fixed the end of the bandage.

Now she really didn't know how to respond.

The atmosphere in the carriage was a bit weird for a while, but fortunately, the sound of hunger from Sato Miwako's stomach relieved——

"I didn't sleep well last night, and I got up late in the morning."

Miwako Sato, who hastily reached out to take an instant bento from the center console, quickly changed the subject: "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"It's 09:30, what do you think?"

Katsumi Uehara, who took out the phone and flipped the cover to show the time, moved his fingers and nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay, at least it's not a bow."

When Miwako Sato, who was unpacking the lunch box, heard this, the coquettish bow Katsumi Uehara wore on his back bandage when he was on Tsukage Island suddenly appeared in his mind. While shaking his head slightly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "You heard about the follow-up of the Tsukage Island incident. Well, our colleagues have uprooted all drug trafficking networks on the island.

"I heard that the Matsumoto Police Department attaches great importance to this sudden action, and you should be rewarded."

"I haven't solved a major case before, so I would like to ask, how much is the bonus?"

"Who knows." Miwako Sato, who was chewing rice balls, thought carefully about the major cases she had cracked in the past few years in her career. You can rest assured that maybe you will be reused in the future."

"Thank you, I caught two people and tied bandages twice. If I do it a few more times, I'm afraid that my life will be put in it." Uehara Katsumi hurriedly shook his head when he heard the words, with a look of disgust on his face: "I'll wait After being promoted, just sit in the office honestly, and it will be more rewarding to use your credits for solving crimes to improve your qualifications."

From the professional group, even if it is a false job, after being promoted to the police department, many bastards can start to work in the office permanently.

Sato Miwako was very upset.

Although this is true.

"The bandage is done, please get out of the car."

Unable to refute, Miwako Sato chewed on the rice ball, turned her head to stare at Katsumi Uehara, half-closed her eyes, and spoke with a bit of heartlessness.

"You don't want me to accompany you to have lunch? It's all here."

Katsumi Uehara blinked, and moved his mouth towards another instant bento on the center console.

"You need to go back to the office and sit here instead of killing time here." Miwako Sato, who bit down a big mouthful of sushi viciously, leaned back on the seat, closed her eyes and didn't bother to look at the expression between the man's eyebrows.

"You might as well go back with me. The traffic has been stuck for so long, and there is no intention of moving in a short time. Why don't you just take my car back to the police station."

"your car?"

"Why, do you look down on bicycles? I just came out on a bicycle in anticipation of this situation. Look at you, you are driving a Mazda when you go out in the morning rush hour, no wonder you are stuck in traffic." Uehara Katsumi, who shook his head, immediately met him Miwako Sato's unfriendly eyes.

"Why don't you just wait slowly and choose yourself." Katsumi Uehara took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket with his right hand when he opened the door and got out of the car. I wish you a happy overtime tonight."

The ponytail was dangling behind the man's head, and her tongue was pressed against her teeth. After a long ideological struggle, Miwako Sato finally pushed open the car door after thinking about the vicious circle that might be caused by returning home late——

"Wait a minute, Uehara, where is there a parking space near here? The parking spaces in the hospital are full."

If it is not necessary, who is willing to work overtime?

"I have a friend, and he has it." Katsumi Uehara paused, took out his mobile phone with a bright smile, and dialed Aso Shishi's number.

"Hello? Uehara?"

"Chengshi, can you lend me the parking space for the employees in your hospital?"

"????"

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"Hey, have you heard? Miss Sato seems to be riding Uehara Criminal's bicycle to work in the morning."

"What did you say?! Is it true?! Miss Sato has already been stalked by that kid Uehara?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"It's true, someone has taken pictures. Look, Ms. Sato is sitting on the back seat of Criminal Uehara's bicycle."

"No! I don't accept it! I can't accept it!"

"........."

In the huge Metropolitan Police Hall, a large number of male police officers knew a piece of bad news that made them feel extremely heartbroken before lunch-the goddess of their dreams, after being sent to the bicycle by that damned bastard. seat!

There are photos to prove it!
"Uehara-kun, let me ask you, where did this photo come from?"

"Uehara-kun, are you really dating Ms. Sato?"

"Uehara-kun, we need to talk."

"Uehara-kun..."

Lunch time, Metropolitan Police Department cafeteria.

Katsumi Uehara, who was still full of ambition in the morning, is sitting on a chair surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. He raised his head very obediently, and his tone was full of pride: "I'm sorry, I can't say it."

　Ask for tickets~Please follow up~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)