Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 39
Fair, strong; strict, capable.

This is Uehara Katsumi's impression of Kujo Reiko in his mind, and it hasn't changed since the day they met.

But right now, this ace prosecutor who has always been vigorous and resolute is actually persuading a person with soft words, which really surprised him.

However, although it is unclear what exactly happened, this did not prevent Katsumi Uehara from taking a few steps forward, and then covering the heads of Reiko Kujo and Miss Miyazawa with the umbrella in his hand.

The two women who had no raindrops on them raised their heads one after another, and it was Katsumi Uehara who was chewing gum and blowing bubbles to meet him.

"Don't look at me, you continue."

Seeing that Ms. Miyazawa who was kneeling on the ground didn't look like she was about to move, Uehara Katsumi didn't care.

Kujo Reiko who heard the words gave the man a grateful look, and then continued to persuade the woman kneeling on the steps: "Miss Miyazawa, I am just a prosecutor and I really can't do anything. If you are really concerned about your husband's death If there is any objection, the most important thing to do is to apply to the Metropolitan Police Department for a new investigation."

"I've searched, but the police can't find anything. In the end, the case can only be closed as accidental death. Now the only person I know is still in contact with the police. I can't help it. I beg you, as long as you can help Me, I can give you all my money!"

"It's not about money or not. Listen, Ms. Miyazawa, I understand how you feel, and I've already tried my best to help you contact the police. What you need to do most now is to go home, take a good bath, eat Have a meal and then sleep, understand?"

"But--"

"If you kneel here again, it will be really difficult for you to enter the inspection hall in the future. You probably don't want to be blacklisted, do you?"

Perhaps moved by this repeated warning, the woman kneeling on the ground finally stopped being persistent, and stood up slowly with the support of Reiko Kujo.

Probably due to kneeling for too long, the moment Reiko Kujo let go of her hand, the woman's feet went limp, and she staggered a few steps on the steps, almost falling into the mud——

If it weren't for Uehara Katsumi's eyesight and hand to help him quickly.

"Thank you."

On a rainy night, the extremely embarrassed woman thanked the man politely.

"You're welcome."

Uehara Katsumi, who let go of his hands, raised his eyebrows, watching the stubborn woman walk down the steps step by step and into the torrential rain.

"Is that what you were up to on the phone?"

Rubbing her long hair that was wet by the rain, Reiko Kujo showed a look of apology on her face: "Sorry, I made your clothes wet."

"what's the situation?"

Katsumi Uehara, who was closing the umbrella, subconsciously grabbed the handle of the umbrella and shook it, pouted in the direction the woman was leaving.

"Yuka Miyazawa, a friend of a friend of mine, met at a party a few times before. A month ago, her husband had an accident with a tire slipping while driving, hitting a car and flipping over a hill. , The car caught fire immediately, and her husband died.

"According to subsequent tests, there were no traces of murder at the scene, so the police closed the case as a traffic accident after investigating for a period of time."

"So, she firmly believes that her husband was murdered?" Katsumi Uehara, who took off his suit jacket, pressed the elevator button, recalling the performance of Miyazawa Yuka just now.

"Yes, but because the police were ready to close the case, she came to me after trying everything. But she didn't know one thing, non-criminal cases don't come to me."

Kujo Reiko shook her head helplessly, and sighed: "When she found out, she treated me as the only life-saving straw. In the past half month, she came here and knelt and begged me to contact the police to re-investigate."

"Have you checked again?"

"Of course I checked, but unfortunately, all the results still point to accidents, and this is the point that bothers me the most."

Walking out of the elevator, Kujo Reiko took out a cup from the cabinet and poured a cup of hot water for Katsumi Uehara, who pushed open the office door first: "She also invited many detectives to investigate, but it didn't work. She also said before that she would invite that Kudo Xinyi is here, and I don't know if she invited her or not."

"This one probably wasn't invited." Uehara Katsumi, who took the cup, took a sip and made a judgment without hesitation.

Where can I find Kudo Shinichi now, the Kudo family is about to grow into a haunted house.

"Who knows, I was dealing with her when you called me before."

Reiko Kujo flipped through the messy file on the desktop, and found the box marked "Moon Shadow Island": "She kept saying that it was because her husband knew some secrets about the Takasugi Consortium that he was murdered and silenced. And she thought I am also on the next accidental death list, so I have been urging me."

Uehara Keji paused while drinking tea, and asked in surprise, "The Takasugi Foundation?"

These days, the consortiums that can be called are all bigwigs.

Moreover, the Takasugi Foundation is not as powerful as those of Shiratori and Suzuki.

"Yes, her husband works in the Finance Department of the Takasugi Foundation. He can be regarded as a middle-level manager. He is mainly responsible for some cooperation projects between the Takasugi Foundation and the Suzuki Foundation."

Reiko Kujo, who opened the file, pushed all the documents in front of the man: "Speaking of business, the other parts of the Moon Shadow Island incident are fine, but you need to be more clear about the real identity of your assistant, Dr. Makoto Asai, Otherwise, it is very likely to be used by drug cartels."

Looking down at the red line marked on the report, Katsumi Uehara, who was drinking hot water, was speechless: "I think it has been written clearly enough."

"not enough."

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"Not enough? Are you crazy? Are you sure you can eat it?"

Tokyo, somewhere.

In the dark basement, a mobile phone was placed in front of the black figure who was sitting at the table polishing a metal card, and the sound was turned on hands-free.

"Money is not a problem, whether I can eat or not is my own business." The electronic voice, obviously adjusted by a voice changer, made the person on the other end of the phone fall into silence.

"I need to warn you about one thing. Our boss has been arrested, and now our group is ready to hide. No matter what you want to do with these bombs, I advise you to stop quickly, the eyes of the police Just keep an eye on it, don't get us fucked up and get caught."

"police?"

The black figure who blew on the metal card slowly stood up from the chair, held the card tightly, and went to the fish tank where goldfish were wandering around.

"It's just worthless trash."

With a sound of "boo", the card that was sent into the fish tank by the black shadow at the flick of a finger instantly alarmed the leisurely fish in the fish tank.Under the dim light, the word "NEXT" engraved on the metal card is particularly dazzling.

The black shadow with his back to the light raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile.

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