Conan's New Police Story

After hanging up the phone, Miwako Sato turned her head to look at her partner, who raised her eyebrows inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

"Wada Saburo's family has already been brought back by Takagi, but it was the police inspector Odagiri who intervened in person."

"It should be, after all, he is the head of the first class." Uehara Katsumi shrugged.

The status of the First Search Section in the Metropolitan Police Department is here. As the section chief, Saburo Wada must have been nominated by Toshiro Odagiri when he took office.

It would be no wonder if Toshiro Odagiri would be angry when this incident happened now.Especially tonight, the Metropolitan Police Department started to be bombed. Although it did not cause heavy casualties, it was tantamount to slapping Toshiro Odagiri in the face as a big boss in the police circle.

"Want to go to the home of the section chief? The evidence that Qianye said is there."

"Go, why not go."

Turning his head and glancing at the lifeless corpse, Uehara Katsumi took off his gloves, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them into the recycling basket: "Tell Chiba to be here soon."

"Uh, wait a minute, I suddenly remembered, what about Agent Uozuka?"

Seeing her partner pass by her, and thinking of his long-standing suspicion, Miwako Sato frowned and asked, "Should we monitor him?"

"In fact, he has been under my surveillance. If there is anything, someone will report to me." Raising the tracking glasses in his hand, Uehara Katsumi who stopped walking turned his head and smiled.

"???Who?"

Miwako Sato was at a loss: "Why didn't I hear you say that it's that Baker Street kid again?"

"Congratulations, you got the answer right. The reward is to take a car with me to the scene." Katsumi Uehara, who was turning his glasses, said irrefutably.

"...Is this a reward for you or a reward for me?" The woman rolled her eyes helplessly, strode past her partner and walked out of the office.

The man who closed his glasses smiled and followed without answering.Just before he walked out the door, he stopped and turned around for the last time, and looked at the corpse exposed under the flashlights of the forensic police officers.

The magenta EVO rushed out of the parking lot with a roar, and passed by a white Toyota parked in the parking space at the intersection——

In the turned off car, Gin in the driver's seat witnessed the car leaving with his own eyes, and then he stubbed out the cigarette in hand and started the engine.

"Tsk, you're really brave. It's fine if you don't run away after blowing up the Metropolitan Police Department, but you still park your car here ostentatiously."

On the passenger seat, Belmode, who was crossing his legs, slowly rolled down the car window by a gap, pouting and slowly exhaling wisps of smoke, and there was a bit of playfulness between his charming brows: "Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the police again? "

"Are you talking about yourself, Belmode?"

Gin, who slowly stepped on the accelerator, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "It wasn't your traitorous behavior, we wouldn't be in such a mess."

The big star in the passenger seat was not afraid at all, but Rena Mizumu, who was sitting in the back seat, felt a little uneasy after hearing the word "traitor".

She thought Gin would run, but what she didn't expect was that Gin would run this way.

The only good news is that only a few people, including Odagiri and Uehara Katsumi, knew her undercover identity, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"So, are you going to treat me as a traitor?"

Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he glanced at Kiel, who looked normal in the rearview mirror, from the corner of his eye, and the corner of Belmode's mouth rose.

Gin's answer to her question was also straightforward: "If the police come to check this car, then I will shoot you as soon as they come over."

At the moment when the Metropolitan Police Department was in chaos, he chose to play under the lights not to monitor the movements of the police, but because Belmode made him suspicious.

"You are so cruel."

Tsk tut sighed twice, Belmode dusted off the cigarette ash and said casually: "Don't forget that I helped you make a disguise and escape from the police station."

Just when the two were talking about this, Rena Mizumura who was sitting in the back seat frowned, and said suddenly: "Wait a minute, Belmode's traitorous behavior? What do you mean? Isn't the traitor vodka?"

"Although I hate to admit it, it seems that I was the one who led the police to the stronghold."

Belmode, with a cigarette in his mouth, didn't know what to think of, and glanced at the night scene passing by outside the window: "As for the question of vodka, you have to ask the unknown gin, and God knows that this time the vodka will bite back. How many secrets we have."

It is not a big problem to be exposed in front of the Japanese police. The FBI has already known the faces of Gin and others through Shuichi Akai. It has been safe for so many years.

"Judging from several interrogations by the Japanese police, they don't know much about the organization, which is beyond my expectation."

Gin, who was driving, recalled the bad one-day trip to the police station, and had a rough estimate of the information the Japanese police had.

In fact, the reason why he singled out vodka was another thought - he wanted to see if the Japanese police and public security had heavyweight undercover agents at the core of the organization who could clarify the true identity of vodka.

He was very concerned about the two police mice found in the organization before, but unfortunately, the result of feeding the tiger with his body did not cause any waves after all.

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Tokyo, Wada Mansion.

When Katsumi Uehara and Miwako Sato walked into the residence of the head of the first section, the police officers who came and went to work along the way all raised their heads and greeted them——

"Uehara Police Department."

"Criminal Sato."

"The police department..."

"criminal……"

After greeting all the way, Miwako Sato, who saw Chiba's figure, reached out to pick up the cordon, bent down and stepped into it, followed by Katsumi Uehara.

"Chiba."

"Yo, Sato, Uehara."

Chiba, who was explaining something to her subordinates, turned her head, raised her hand in greeting, and turned to greet her.

"Well, did you find anything new?"

Miwako looked around the slightly messy living room and asked.

"Except for those contracts and supplementary agreements, no other conclusive evidence has been found for the time being. They should have been destroyed long ago. How about you?"

Qianyehe poked his mouth out towards the coffee table, and asked curiously with his chubby belly: "Is the section chief really dead?"

"It's dead, even the gods can't save it." Uehara Katsumi, who walked to the coffee table, checked the piled up documents, then lowered his head to his nose and sniffed.

It really doesn't look like it hasn't been long since it was printed out.

After getting the exact answer, Chiba was speechless: "I didn't expect to be the class leader. I always thought that he should be pretty good."

"Know people, know faces, but don't know their hearts. People who have statues of gods and Buddhas and statues of Guan Gong when they have nothing to do at home, can they believe what they say?"

After looking at the living room and the decoration of the entrance, Miwako Sato pouted towards the ashes placed in the entrance, and Katsumi Uehara, who was still looking through the contract, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Seeing his action, Mei Hezi had a cryptic smile on his lips: "Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Are you right, Uehara?"

"Is there a possibility that the statue is placed purely because of faith?"

"Then do you have faith?"

"I can't tell. I've always been a pragmatist." Uehara Katsumi shrugged indifferently, and looked in the direction of his partner towards the entrance shrine, where a statue of Guan Gong stood there, majestic and sacred.

In Japan, Guan Gong is also the god of bravery and loyalty; the god of protecting wealth and the god of culture.

"It's quite elegant, with incense sticks and tributes."

Katsumi Uehara smiled and shook his head after glancing at nothing.

A member of a criminal organization has Guan Gong at home, which is somewhat darkly humorous.

ps: I’m numb, I’ve had CT and enhanced radiography, my head is fine, why do I still feel a looming headache all the time...