Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 133 Kiel
"Morning, Mr. Uehara, it seems that you slept well last night, and I am worried that you will feel uncomfortable here."

Belmode, who stepped out of the door almost at the same time as the man, was smiling, and the silk nightdress and underwear that he had changed and hung on the back of the chair could be vaguely seen in the half-covered door.

Just this hanging angle...

At least from the direction of Katsumi Uehara, if he wanted to change a baby eagle, he would probably be a little bit blush at this moment.

"As a qualified policeman, you can't accept the bed. But Miss Chris, you are in a much better mental state than I imagined."

"What's supposed to come will always come, and what's mine can't be avoided. It makes sense, doesn't it?"

Because of the interview at home, Belmode is wearing a light green tube top dress today, and the makeup is more elegant——

The aggressiveness of the charm of the facial features has been weakened, and the brows have added a bit of a sense of weakness that belongs to women compared to usual.While talking and laughing, he still kept his eyes on the room behind the man, which was also too late to cover.

"I like this sentence, I now begin to understand why you are willing to announce your retirement at the peak."

Praising the woman's mentality with a thumbs up, Katsumi Uehara closed the door and walked downstairs first.

In the living room on the first floor, Miwako Sato, who got up earlier than the two of them, was sitting on the sofa in the living room, typing with one hand on the thick and heavy laptop computer unique to this era, and watching the several monitoring areas displayed on the screen;
Holding the toast in one hand, he spread a layer of custard sauce on himself, and opened his mouth to take a bite.

After hearing the movement from the corridor on the second floor, she couldn't help but look up. Wherever she looked, the appearance of her partner Katsumi Uehara and the target of protection, Chris Binyard, talking and laughing as they walked down the stairs was immediately reflected in her eyes.

"Good morning, Officer Sato."

"Morning, Sato, do you have this for breakfast? Is the Megure police department a little stingy? At least give us more funds for the event."

Under Miwako Sato's weird gaze, Katsumi Uehara, who came to the living room after saying hello, did not take the usual path, turned over the sofa directly, and then stuck his right hand into the toast bag——

Randomly squeezed two pieces together, put them in his mouth and chewed at the same time, he still didn't forget to scorn the immediate boss who allocated funds: "If we don't eat better, how can we have the strength to protect good people."

After speaking, as if seeking approval, Uehara Katsumi sat up straight, turned his head and asked the woman who had just walked down the stairs: "Are you right, Miss Chris?"

"Mr. Uehara has a point, but... that toast seems to be just the breakfast of Police Officer Sato."

Noticing the luxurious breakfast on the table in the dining room, Belmod's tone was a bit more surprised: "Officer Sato, did you buy this when you went out?"

"It was sent by our colleagues. During this period of time, it is not necessary to go out."

Putting the toast in the dish, Miwako Sato, who wiped her lower lip, stood up and said, "Miss Chris, if you are not used to eating, you can tell me, I will ask them to pay attention when they deliver the meal at noon."

"I don't care about eating, I even ate box lunch in the crew before."

Chris Binyard waved his hand and said that he didn't care about it: "However, this morning, Nikai TV will send someone to do an exclusive interview with me. I'm afraid they will have to ask Officer Sato for lunch. I will pay the fee truthfully.”

Originally, according to the schedule, she was going to Nimai TV Station, so the lunch would naturally be handled by the TV station.But now, because of her, the interview has to be moved. This is her problem, and she always packs lunch for others.

In other words, this is in line with Chris Binyard's personality.

"I understand that, in fact, our colleagues have already made reservations for lunch."

Recalling the list of interview teams dispatched by Nikkei TV, Miwako Sato said sternly: "One more thing, Miss Chris. Because Kidd has an excellent ability to disguise, even if you have only the host during the interview, I will I hope you can let me or one of Uehara listen in.

"Of course, we won't disturb you by going on camera."

"Okay, I'm fine."

Early in the morning, Belmode, who opened the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of wine, shook the glass, turned around and said indifferently: "This is from the TV station—"

Before the words fell, the walkie-talkies hanging on the waist of Katsumi Uehara and Miwako Sato on the coffee table in the living room rang at the same time:

"Uehara Police Department, Sato Criminal, and Nikkei TV have arrived, and we are doing a routine inspection."

"Remember to pinch your face, no matter how amazing Kidd's disguise is, it's just a fake face after all. Also, remember to issue an identity badge to each of them after the inspection."

Compared with Katsumi Uehara, who seems to be completely emptying himself for vacation, Miwako Sato is obviously much more professional.

The order after order was issued, and those who didn't know might think that she was the leader of this protection operation.

Belmode, who sipped the wine in his glass, glanced vaguely at the man who was lazily sitting on the sofa and eating toast, his face remained calm.

More than ten minutes later, several figures who were finally released to the gate of the villa after police inspections rang the doorbell—several men carrying photographic equipment, and a hostess in a gray suit and skirt.

From the monitoring screen, I saw Katsumi Uehara tearing off the side of the toast with his right hand, and the corners of his mouth rose undetectably.

"The room for the interview is in the study on the first floor. Turn left from the corridor to the third room. You can go in and set it up first."

According to the rules, in order to ensure the safety of Chris Binyard, she does not need to go in during the interview arrangement, and it is good to stay in the most conspicuous place like the living room.

"Yes, I understand, Officer Sato." The woman with [Rena Mizumu] on the name tag on her chest respectfully bowed to Miwako Sato who ordered her to come down: "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"You're welcome, please cooperate with the police and the public."

Katsumi Uehara put the slice of toast dipped in salad dressing into his mouth, took out a tissue and wiped his hands with a bright smile: "If you are really sorry, I would like to report more positive images of the police in the future."

"Uehara Police Department is joking, the image of the police is now very positive."

Rena Mizumura responded with ease, with a refreshing smile on her face: "Your self-confidence when you faced the camera and promised to the public that you would bring criminals to justice was fascinating, to be honest, I am also your fan. "

"It is my honor to have a famous host like Ms. Shuiwu as a fan."

"where."

Rena Mizumura complimented: "Oh, by the way, where is your bathroom? Before the official interview, I need to touch up my makeup."

Raising the bag in her hand, this woman who vaguely has the reputation of being the head of the TV station touched the sides of her cheeks: "When I first came in, I had to check to see if it was Kaitou Kidd, so my makeup was a little bit off. gone."

"I'll take you there. It just so happens that I have to touch up my makeup after dinner."

Seeing that the people had arrived, Belmode put down the wine glass and breakfast in his hand, and cast his eyes on the two policemen in the living room.

"Of course, but before that I have to pinch you again, is that okay, Ms. Mizumu?" Miwako Sato looked at her.

......................................................

"it is good."

Mitsubishi Bank, parking lot.

Shiratori Ren Sanlang, who was talking on the phone while walking, nodded, took out the car key and opened the door: "I understand, I'm rushing to make sure now. Don't worry, the police department, I will pay attention to safety."

After hanging up the phone, Shiratori let out a slow breath and adjusted the position of the rearview mirror——

In the next second, an arm suddenly shot out from the back seat of his car, covering his mouth and nose with lightning speed!

Shiratori Ren Sanlang, whose pupils shrank suddenly, tilted his head, bent his knees subconsciously, and barely avoided the surprise attack from behind with his short body!

The drooping right hand rested under the driver's seat, pushed aside the restriction, and pushed the seat back with all his strength!

　And~
　　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)