Famous Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

Shiraishi fix this.

It was exactly what he thought.

In three minutes, he came to Central Avenue.

There was indeed a car accident here. On the straight road, there were traffic police dredging the traffic, and cars lined up in a long line that didn't know where to go.

Miyamoto Yumi had been notified by Satou Miwako, and was quietly passing by cars, looking for vehicles with foreigners.

She glanced at Shiraishi who ran over from a distance and said with a smile:

"Officer Shiraishi, Miwako asked you to help, you have to work hard!"

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, it's impossible for any criminal to escape before my eyes."

"Hee hee, hope. By the way, how do you think I am the godmother of the child?"

"Uh..." "460"

Shiraishi didn't understand why the topic shifted to this. He was really a little confused, and he didn't know how to answer. After thinking about it, he decided to perfunctory first:

"This is not very good. My mother didn't agree. It's impossible for my godmother to come out."

"Can't you be the master?" Miyamoto Yumi didn't give up.

"You are best friends. You can just tell her when the time comes. Why ask me?"

"Officer Shiraishi, are you afraid of Miwako?"

"You can't say that, I'm not afraid of her at all. The main reason is that she has a baby in her belly, so during her pregnancy, I usually let her. But the baby in the womb."

"Wow~ Really good husband."

"Ugh……"

Shiraishi sighed heavily, walked with her in front of a car, observed the inside of the car, and continued:

"As a good friend, I think you must know her temper. If I didn't let her, I might have had fetal gas already."

"...This is indeed the truth."

"Yeah, I really can't afford this woman now."

Shiraishi is also a father who wants to be a father for the first time, so he still attaches great importance to this unborn baby.

If it's a boy, it's fine. Of course, a girl is just as good. Anyway, he's not the kind of man who prefers sons to daughters.

Miyamoto Yumi glanced down at the car next to him, and found that there was no problem, and then came to the second car behind, jokingly said:

"I heard that generally violent women are especially gentle when they are pregnant. Have you been taken care of gently?"

Shiraishi has also heard this kind of remarks. I don't know who said it to him at the beginning, but it just makes him a little bit unable to remember who it is.

But at this moment, he also saw that a woman without a boyfriend is different. She likes gossip as much as the woman at Kuri Shanlu, and she thinks about some things. She really doesn't know what to say.

But one thing seems to be right. Satou Miwako has become a lot gentler after her pregnancy. When she is bullied occasionally, she will still be like an ordinary girl, especially with contrasting cuteness..

His thoughts gradually began to drift away, which also reminded him of some good memories.

He coughed lightly and said back to God:

"I said Yumi, what did you mean by that note last time, do you want to see us fight?"

"Hey, it's too late to say this now, things in the past can't be settled anymore."

"Hehe... You don't know how much trouble you caused me that night, but anyway, thank you for fanning the flames, and I thank you sincerely. Thank you Miyamoto Yumi!"

Shiraishi lowered his head.

When he said this, he was gnashing his teeth. If it weren't for the fact that he was on the street now, surrounded by rows of vehicles and filled with people, maybe he would have taught this woman a good lesson today. Damn it.

Miyamoto Yumi waved his hand indifferently as if he had done something big:

"It's nothing, it's just a small matter. I'm just testing your relationship. Now it seems that your relationship is really good."

"Then I really thank you for your kindness, or I'll invite you to a judo gym another day. Miwako likes this kind of place, and we'll play shoulder throws together."

"Oh, don't be so stingy."

"Haha..." Shiraishi laughed grimly.

Miyamoto Yumi shuddered, his nose couldn't help sniffing, and said to the driver of the car next to him:

"Uncle, how much did you drink?"

"I...I didn't drink..."

"Uncle, let me tell you one thing. There was also an uncle who was drunk driving and said the same thing, but he had a car accident on the road, and he had a big fight with the other side. Kneel down and apologize and ask the other party to reconcile in private. Think about it, how embarrassing it would be to encounter such a thing!"

Cold sweat gradually dripped down the driver's forehead, and he suddenly woke up from the alcohol, so he decided to get out of the car and go to the side to sober up.

Shiraishi looked at her operation and said in surprise:

"Are you always like this?"

"No, look at who it is. It's best if he can listen. If he doesn't listen, there's nothing to do. Don't blame me."

After Miyamoto Yumi finished speaking, she raised her head proudly.

Shiraishi said in disbelief:

"Don't change the subject and continue what you just said. You're too naive to think this will be fine."

"I'm backed by Miwako, you dare not touch me."

"Just kidding...I...I..."

Shiraishi was a little stuck in what he said later. He didn't know what to say after that. Looking at Miyamoto Yumi's smiling face, he felt helpless. He really made her say the right thing.

With Satou Miwako supporting her 3.9 waist, he really didn't dare to do anything to her.

"Hey..." Miyamoto Yumi leaned closer to Shiraishi's ear and muttered, "Have they stopped going this way? After all, this place is so crowded and our class is guarding here, the kidnappers shouldn't be so stupid, right? ?"

Shiraishi sniffed the fragrance coming from her body, and took a small step back without a trace: "It's hard to say, time is short, maybe they are already crowded by this huge traffic. If they drive out alone. If so, it might attract our attention.”

"Oh, do you have a gun on you?"

"Take it, don't worry, it will keep you safe."

"Then I leave my safety to you."

Shiraishi nodded, suddenly looked not far away, and found a police car crowded in the long convoy.