Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 200 You Are The First Man Who Dare To Rip My Clothes

"Hey! Wait a minute, wait a minute, please be gentle and don't use so much force, okay? Women want to hurt, but you don't need to force yourself to hurt, understand?

"Can you be gentle, or do you just like this tone? Then I really feel sad for your future wife."

Metropolitan Police Department, Search Section [-], Interrogation Room.

The glamorous world-class actress Chris Binyard was handcuffed to the table with both hands firmly. After losing control of her body, she let a man in a light green suit do whatever she wanted on her. Flaming red lips said no Miwako Sato's face darkened when she heard the flirtatious and complaining.

What's wrong with this woman, why is she so dramatic?

"First of all, I admit that you do have a bit of capital and charm. But, unfortunately, I think I should tell you the truth, the female star I like is not you."

Released the hand that tied the rope, and patted the dust visible to the naked eye, Uehara Katsumi lazily sat back on the chair directly opposite Belmode, raised Erlang's legs and leaned back, rubbed his chin with his index finger and imagined: " If Yukiko Fujimine is sitting here and letting me do whatever I want, then I can think about it. Oh no, I should call her Yukiko Kudo now."

"Do you know that it is very rude to mention another woman's charm in front of a woman, Mr. Police?"

The corners of the charming eyes were slightly restrained, and Belmode looked at the man without a good figure in front of him with great interest, without the panic behind being seen through: "Besides, Yukiko Kudo is married. You are ten years older than you." How old are you, is this okay?"

"How should I put it, I think rich women are pretty good. As long as they are well maintained, age is not a problem." The man who held his chin and blinked rubbed his abdomen with one hand: "I am born with bad teeth, and the doctor said I am more suitable for eating. Soft rice."

"Then I can do it too." Belmode raised her legs irresistibly, and the doctor's white coat added a bit of tension unique to the uniform on her body at the moment: "Let me go, think about it? My money is comparable to There are many Yukiko Kudo."

boom!
"I'm sorry, Miss Chris Binyard, this is not an occasion for you to speak out, put away your tricks. Be lenient for confession, and stricter for resistance."

The cold-faced Miwako Sato slapped the table, causing Katsumi Uehara to frown, and at the same time, sharp eyes pierced Belmod's eyes: "What is your ultimate goal? Where is Gin's hiding place? Your organization Where is the den?"

"The ultimate goal is to kill people. I don't know where Gin is hiding. As for the organization's hideout... Please, I'm not a three-year-old child. Why should I say such a useless thing? What can you give me? need?"

Belmode, who didn't look like a criminal at all, raised his eyebrows and faced Miwako Sato, with the same arrogance: "And, if I'm not wrong, the current situation, I don't think it's the most valuable, right?"

"you--"

"Indeed, you are right about this point. In theory, our police really can't give you anything.",

Katsumi Uehara, whose smile never faded, raised his hand to interrupt his partner's refutation, crossed his arms around his chest and twisted his waist comfortably, and said lazily: "But I hope you don't forget that the police can I want your life."

"Or, we can kill you." Miwako Sato, who reacted quickly, immediately responded, and she pulled out a revolver from the holster and placed it on the large interrogation table.

"That's optional."

Belmode, whose whole body was tied to a chair with ropes and his hands were still separated by handcuffs, said indifferently: "Being killed by you is death, and leaking the secrets of the organization is also death, so I might as well die by your hands, let's be more straightforward. "

"No no no."

Katsumi Uehara raised his left hand, held up an index finger and waved it in front of his eyes: "You are in the Metropolitan Police Department now, even if you leak the secret, no one will know, how could you be dead."

In this regard, Belmode just smiled harmlessly: "You don't understand the organization, so I don't blame you."

"Since you know so well, why don't we meet each other frankly and talk about it in detail?"

Katsumi Uehara, who was not impressed by this remark, sat up straight, crossed his hands and fingers on the table, and leaned his upper body forward slightly: "I'm curious, who gave you the confidence to let you still be as good as you are even if you are arrested?" Sit here calmly and chat with me."

Belmode raised his head slightly as if thinking, and replied with a smile after a while: "How should I put it, this is a secret."

"What a joke!"

Miwako Sato slammed the table, stood up in an instant and yelled angrily: "Chris Binyard! Do you know what crime you have committed?!"

"Don't be so excited, Miss Inspector, why are you so anxious, is someone important involved in this case? Let me guess? Your father?"

Belmode grinned: "Oh, I'm sorry I forgot, your father seems to have passed away, so he shouldn't be qualified."

"How do you know my father? You checked us? This is a trap against us?" Miwako Sato, who suddenly calmed down, lost her anger in her voice, and Katsumi Uehara, who was on the side, looked at him sideways at such a quick turn of events.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked up at the policewoman in front of her slightly: "Have you heard a word, Officer Miwako Sato."

"what?"

"A secret makes..." Belmode raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised: "a woman woman."

"?"

The unique American accent made Miwako Sato unable to understand the meaning of the words for a while, but Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting beside him and didn't know what he was thinking, took a few extra glances.

"Secrets make women more feminine, I know that well."

The man's interpretation caused Miwako Sato to glance at him. The latter was looking up and down at the restrained glamorous star, wondering what kind of ghostly idea he was thinking about.

"Well, if that's the case, don't blame me for taking extreme measures, Ms. Chris Binyard."

Siding Uehara Katsumi waved to his partner: "Sato, go and tell the public that this interrogation room is temporarily closed to the public. From today onwards, this will be her cell. I will take care of her personally."

"I see."

Miwako Sato nodded: "Do you want my help?"

"I don't need a substitute, but I need it now."

Katsumi Uehara slowly stood up from his seat, walked behind Belmode, put his hands on her shoulders, and slowly bent down to the woman's ear and said, "Because I need you to take off her clothes. "

——? !

"what?"

"As a master of disguise who can change her makeup, I doubt whether there are any small props hidden in her clothes that can help her escape."

Fingering the cold earrings, Katsumi Uehara danced on the cloudy minefield in Belmode, smiling harmlessly: "Forget it, I'll do this kind of good thing by myself. It's the best way to be honest and honest." Okay, are you right, big star?"

"What if I refuse?"

"Feel sorry."

The man's hand slipped from the woman's shoulder, together with the white coat.

Miwako Sato blinked, and stood there motionless, not knowing what he wanted to do for a while.

"Don't be surprised, you don't need to talk about morals to deal with such vicious criminals, Sato, you can come together if you want."

Katsumi Uehara, who looked like a hooligan in his words, leaned over again, his hands were already on the hem of the wine red turtleneck sweater, and he kept pulling upwards through the rope. The skin flushed a few times.

"Uehara Katsumi!"

Turning his head, Belmode's eyes were almost narrowed, and the angry flames almost shot out.

Uehara Katsumi, who turned a deaf ear, even stretched out his hand and muttered: "As expected of a big star, well-maintained."

"Up! Yuan! Ke! Ji!"

Seeing that the hand had skillfully touched the underwear strap behind him, Belmode almost burst into flames angrily: "If you want to trample on my dignity, you can try it!"

Katsumi Uehara, whose fingers were already on the buttons, chuckled, then raised his hands high to signal that he hadn't done anything: "Ok, ok, I'll save you some face as a big star. Be a good person, so we can see each other in the future."

"..."

Belmode, who seemed to be blushing, glared at the man with a hippie smile who didn't look like a policeman, clenched his teeth, looking like he wanted to fight for his life.

"This look...well, it's much more eye-catching."

Katsumi Uehara picked up all the clothes and trousers that had been taken off and threw them to his partner. He looked up and down at Belmode, who had only a set of pink underwear left on him. In the next second, he slapped his forehead, and reached out and took two earrings from her earlobe. Picked it off: "ok, it's done, now I can stay with you at ease."

Miwako Sato, who was on the side, was dumbfounded.

What kind of unique interrogation method is this?

Why doesn't my partner mess around according to the routine?
"Uehara, you—"

"Don't pay attention to these details, I learned it from the group of gangsters next door."

Katsumi Uehara, who pulled the chair and sat down, waved his hand: "Oh, please, Sato, please go and bring me a urinal and come in. I'm afraid that this big star will not be used to the prison life here and will have to go to the toilet .”

"..."

"..."

Belmode's eyes were extremely gloomy: "For so many years, you are the first man who dared to tear my clothes, Uehara Katsumi."

Uehara Katsumi pouted indifferently, reached out and took out the gum box from his arms: "Is this the first time? My honor."

"You will regret this."

"How should I put it, I am a person who never regrets, no matter what I do."

The scent of mint filled the mouth in an instant, and Katsumi Uehara, who looked at Belmode's figure with great interest, was amazed: "He has a good figure, have you considered saving some photo albums in my phone?"

"You're trying to irritate me and make me lose my mind." Belmode, who was bound by ropes and handcuffs, seemed to have a fragile beauty of glass.

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)