Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 95 Uehara's Past

"Phew...the damn weather, why is it so cold."

The magenta Mitsubishi, which was so coquettish to the extreme, flicked its tail and parked in the planned parking space. The man who got off the car rubbed his hands and complained in a low tone. There was white mist visible to the naked eye coming from his mouth. float out.

Before he set off, he checked the temperature outside, and deliberately changed into a turtleneck sweater, such a thick wine red coat, and even long johns, but he was still shivering from the cold.

Fortunately, the destination is here.

With his hands in his pockets, Katsumi Uehara raised his head and glanced at the luxurious shopping mall in front of him, stepped into the elevator according to his memory, and pressed down to the 7th floor.

"Welcome, sir—ah! You're—are you?! You're the one who's been on the news a lot lately—"

"Uehara Katsumi."

"It's really a real person from Uehara Police Department?!" The lady at the front desk of the karaoke still couldn't believe it.

The slightly curly long hair was not tied back with a leather rope, but naturally hung down and stretched to the sides, and a gentle smile climbed between the handsome brows.

A black turtleneck sweater and trousers are paired with a burgundy coat. The combination of red and black looks particularly eye-catching.

If she hadn't watched more official news recently, she would really have thought it was a star.

But this is the super cop who saved an unknown number of lives.

"If you don't know the second Katsumi Uehara, it should be me." The man put his arms on the marble countertop at the front desk, leaned his upper body forward slightly, and smiled.

"Yo Uehara, you're here so soon?" The man who had just greeted the guests had just walked out of the box room, when he looked up and saw a familiar figure standing at the front desk, his eyes lit up.

Hearing the greeting, Uehara Katsumi turned his head, just happened to see his old friend, smiled and opened his arms to meet him: "Long time no see, Sumii."

"Long time no see. It seems that I have recovered well after recuperating at home during this time."

The decent-looking man clenched his fist with one hand and hammered on his friend's chest. The two mustaches that he deliberately kept danced with his smile: "It seems that I really don't have to go to the hospital with a fruit basket to see you." is you."

"Actually, you can cash the money from the fruit basket and pay it directly to my bank card. I don't mind."

Katsumi Uehara shrugged, and glanced at the growing beard on his friend's lips: "I haven't seen you for so long, haven't you shaved your beard? A 28-year-old looks the same as a 38-year-old. Calling you an uncle It's exactly right."

"You still have the nerve to talk about me."

The man named Sumi Hao scolded with a smile: "Don't you also have long hair for so many years?"

"It depends on the face, and so does the shape of the beard."

After saying this sentence, Uehara Katsumi who silently took a step back made Sumii Hao jump into the air in an instant.

"Since you just got out of the hospital some time ago, I don't care too much." Hao Sumi, who still had to maintain his image in front of the front desk staff he recruited, made up for himself, coughed and led his friend into the reception desk. room.

"Tea? Or coffee?"

"Let's have milk tea, warm up three fen sugar."

"It's quite particular about drinking, but unfortunately I don't have any here, do you want canned milk tea?"

"also."

Reaching out to take a can of milk tea thrown by his friend, Katsumi Uehara, who opened the tab at will, took a sip: "Tsk, the taste is not good, next time I suggest not to buy this."

"Look at the price list."

"It's delicious. It's worthy of your taste. It's worthy of the level of decoration here. Send a few more dozen to the box I reserved."

Sumi Hao, who was sitting on the sofa and making tea, smiled and shook his head: "It's a pity that you became a policeman. If you really entered the entertainment industry back then—it wasn't right. If you did, I'm afraid you would not have the fame and reputation you have now." Well connected."

"Forget it, I miss the free self even more now. When I go back to work, I'm afraid I won't be as relaxed as before.

"Besides, can it be called the entertainment industry? Unfortunately, I thought the salary was high, but in the end, I only earned that little in a day."

Recalling that when he was 17 years old and started thinking about making money, Uehara Katsumi gestured at the fingertip of his right index finger with a look of disgust on his face: "I worked tirelessly as a model, wearing various clothes and posing in various shapes.

"In the end, the film came out, and the number of pages in a magazine belonged to me. It's fine if there are fewer appearances, and the money is still so small. You were considered half of my agent back then, and you know the amount."

"That's not enough? You are speaking from your conscience. Didn't you get your tuition for the first year of college by working as a part-time model?"

Sumi Hao had a ghostly expression on his face: "If it weren't for the amateur champion, you wouldn't even have a page, how much more would you want? You are the only one in the amateur group to make money.

"Also, because of your face and temperament, people gave you three pages for an unprecedented time. Although the sales of this magazine were not good in the end, the money was real."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Katsumi Uehara waved his hand: "I remember only one page, but you misremembered."

"..."

Three minutes later, Uehara Katsumi stared at the yellowed magazine in front of him, his eyes twitching a bit: "Why do you still keep this shit? Burn it."

As he spoke, he was about to make a move, but he was stopped by the taller and taller Sumii Hao——

"What are you burning it for? This is the memory of our youth. I plan to keep it and display it at your wedding."

He quickly stuffed the obsolete unknown fashion magazine into the cabinet and hid it. Hao Sumi was a little proud, but the sharp-eyed Katsumi Uehara saw a few other photos in the cabinet——

"This is the band you formed when I went to college?"

Looking at the people in the photos, the man raised his eyebrows: "Visual kei rock? Why is the lead singer's hair standing up like a hedgehog, and all of them are dressed so coquettishly."

"Let Tatsuya hear this, the two of you will definitely get into a fight." Goku Sumi said amusedly, pointing to the lead singer in the photo.

"Tatsuya? Why does this name sound familiar?"

"Tatsuya Kimura, the lead singer of the popular rock band Rex in recent years, those two talented kids have skyrocketed."

Sumi Hao smacked his lips a few times, and his tone was a bit lonely: "I can only turn on karaoke to realize my dream."

"Two? Isn't it just one Tatsuya Kimura? Who else is there?"

Uehara Katsumi raised his eyebrows, looking down at the photo in his hand, he always felt a little familiar.

"The girl next to him, named Terahara Mari, was brought by Kimura Tatsuya and signed with a brokerage company and became the band manager."

Speaking of this, Sumi Hao shook his head: "But although this child's mouth is more poisonous than yours, his girlfriend is not as diligent as you, and he loves Terahara Mari from the beginning to the end.

"It's a pity that because of his personality, he refrained from talking about it. He didn't like Mari Terahara's plastic surgery for him, but he didn't say it in person, which made them quarrel every now and then.

"A few days ago when he was drinking with me, he was still crying there, saying why Mari Terahara wanted to be noticed by the outside world. He even wrote a single for this and planned to give it to the girl he loves after flying solo."

"...?"

Looking at the photo in his hand, Katsumi Uehara vaguely remembered something in his mind, a tragedy of lack of communication.

"Since you know this, why don't you let these two sit down and have a good chat?" Uehara Katsumi's expression was a little strange.

Sumi Hao was stunned: "Talk? The two of them?"

"Didn't you say that Tatsuya Kimura has always loved this woman Mari Terahara deeply, but he just didn't say anything, and made her angry like a child every day.

"Just say it if you like it, like me."

Uehara Katsumi spread his hands, not quite understanding: "It's not ashamed."

　Ask for tickets~ask for support~
　　There is one more~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)