Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 234 You...are you living together?

"Hello? Mom, I have something to do tonight. It's about the last case. I need to work overtime temporarily. I won't go back tonight."

"Working overtime again? Well, mom knows. Well, I'm sleeping in the Metropolitan Police Department every now and then, so you might as well take the Metropolitan Police Department as your home. Your father used to be like this, and you are like this now. If this is the future—— "

"Okay, okay, Mom, isn't that the nature of police work. Let's not talk about it, I'll hang up first, my colleague called me."

Tokyo, Uehara Apartment.

Seeing that the man who was carried back by him was shaking in a state of confusion and wanted to get up from the sofa, Miwako Sato hung up the phone in a hurry, shook his head, went up to meet him, and pushed him back on the sofa--

"Sit obediently, do you hear me? The decanter is already cooking, and you will drink it later."

"Who are you—huh? Sato? Why are you at my house?" The strong smell of alcohol gushed out the moment the man opened his mouth, and Katsumi Uehara, who felt an indescribable sense of restraint around his neck, panted heavily, pulling his right hand A neat tie—

I don't know if it was too much force or something wrong with the quality of the clothes. A few buttons fell apart as he took off his tie.The half-damp white shirt was pressed against the sweaty chest, and the looming muscles were smudged by the dim light.

The condescending Miwako Sato glanced subconsciously, and after trembling her eyelids, she said without squinting: "You are drunk, if I don't send you back, who else will send you back?"

"I'm drunk? Oh, I'm drunk."

Uehara Katsumi, who was holding the tie tightly in one hand, rubbed his cheeks, shook his head and tried hard to regain his sobriety: "Sorry, I'm bothering you again."

"Although I don't like drinking very much, I know that sometimes drinking is better than not drinking, at least there is a channel to vent." Miwako Sato, who watched the man's movements, raised the corner of her mouth several times: "I'll go first Get you a towel."

"No need, I can do it myself, you go back—"

Katsumi Uehara, who always felt that there were many Miwako Sato in front of him, gasped, staggered up with one hand on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes and shook his head violently, trying to make himself see the road under his feet clearly.

As soon as he lifted his feet, an indescribable sense of weightlessness came from under his feet—seriously slowed down in his senses when he was drunk, he fell forward directly!

——? !

"Uehara!"

Boom!
boom! ! !
The clear and crisp sound of her body hitting the coffee table made Miheko, who had already turned around, turn her head in shock, and returned to the side of the man in a few long strides, reaching out to support his body in disbelief, on the handsome face in the past, His forehead was already red——

"it hurts."

"Nonsense, your head is smashed—"

Just in time, Miwako Sato, who had placed the crooked vases on the coffee table to the far corner, turned around angrily, and was about to teach the drunken "hair boy" a few words, when the two tears that fell from the corners of the eyes of Uehara Katsumi's face It made her stop the words that had already flowed to her lips.

The cry that was trying to hide in his throat sounded very sad in this lonely night, no different from sobbing.

Miwako Sato pursed her lips, stood up and sat down beside the man, using her shoulders to embrace the man who still couldn't suppress the mournful sobs into her arms.

There are no too many words, no complicated comforts, only the crescent moon in the starry sky and the white window screens swaying in the wind on the balcony.

Under the dim light, Katsumi Uehara, who had endured for an unknown amount of time, showed a side of himself that he had never shown before in front of Miwako Sato for the first time——

Vulnerable, sensitive, wronged, and out of control.

Miwako Sato, whose eyes were a little red, caressed the man's head trembling slightly from sobbing with her right hand, and the emotion in her beautiful eyes was full of distress.

The Uehara Katsumi she knew in the past was extremely calm even if he was going to die alone, but now...

"Keji and Bangyan met in junior high school. From another perspective, it can almost be said that they grew up together. Let's put it this way, during the European Cup, the only person he brought to make money was Bangyan.

"It is said that he originally planned to be a policeman with Bang Yan, but after that he was the only one who became a policeman..."

Suddenly, Miwako Sato seemed to hear the words of the old man she met when she went to the clothing store to "borrow" a dress.Subconsciously, her eyes fell on the ankle of Katsumi Uehara, who had taken off his socks——

Although the needle wound had already healed, the eye-catching situation, which was obviously different from the surrounding skin color, was enough to remind her of the old secret told by the old man.

Uehara Katsumi could have been a football player, but his feet have not allowed him to engage in long-term intense confrontation and sports after being injured——

Wait!
Miwako Sato, who suddenly thought of something, blinked, and looked down at Katsumi Uehara, who had fallen asleep with tears and the smell of alcohol.

If she remembers correctly, Uehara said that he once beat Kunihiko Oikawa, who was the number one in the police academy, even though he relied on sacks and gang fights.But logically speaking, if Oikawa Kunihiko wants to take revenge, he will definitely not fight against Uehara's weakness.

But judging from the traces of the wound that has healed, Uehara's ankle has never suffered a heavy blow or other injuries in the past year.

As an experienced criminal police officer, Miwako Sato is very accurate in judging wounds.

"You two are really..."

Miwako Sato smiled helplessly, brushing her fingertips across the man's rough, tear-stained cheeks, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Thinking about it now, it's no wonder that Uehara never seemed to say the specific reason for the fight with Oikawa Kunihiko.

"You, a mouth is always deceiving, whether it's a man or a woman."

Standing up lightly, Miwako, who was holding the man's arm in one hand, patted his forehead lightly: "Uehara, wake up, I'll take you back to the room to sleep."

What responded to her was Uehara Katsumi's heavy body.

"Don't go...

"Can you not go..."

Uehara Katsumi, who was greedy for warmth, rubbed his chin unconsciously against the woman's shoulder, and his low sleep words stunned Miwako Sato, who was about to put her on the bed, and the tenderness in his brows and eyes became even more tender: "Sometimes I still feel that you are drunk cuter, self-denial."

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In the early morning of the next day, under the building where Uehara's apartment was located.

Meguro Shisan, who arrived here with Toshiro Odagiri, straightened his coat and hat, got out of the car and respectfully said, "Brother Uehara's home is here, Minister."

"Did he set up a trap here to catch Uno Tadyoshi? It's a good place to confuse people." Standing with his hands behind his back, Toshiro Odagiri turned his head to look at the surrounding environment: "Is you at home?"

"I called and it showed that the phone was turned off. It must be something to do. I saw that he was dressed very solemnly yesterday. When he called me and told me, he said that if he wanted to see the scene, he could go directly to the property to get a backup key. "

"...I see, let's go up." Thinking of the phone call made by his old friend to Katsumi Uehara in his office yesterday, Toshiro Odagiri's face darkened slightly, and then he returned to normal, and walked towards the elevator.

"Minister Odagiri, because of this case, Uehara made himself feel a little bit wrong. Although he didn't say it at the time, I can still see it."

Taking the elevator to the door of Uehara's apartment, Mu Mu Shisan took out the spare key he brought in advance to open the door, and said in a heavy tone: "If you—"

"I said, have you finished washing? Can you hurry up? I was too tired last night and went to sleep. I haven't taken a shower yet!" As soon as the door was pushed open, Uehara Katsumi's angry voice came Clearly passed into the ears of the two.

Megure Shisan, who entered the entrance, paused, and Uehara Katsumi, who had messy hair, followed the sound, and his expression was also stunned: "Megure police department? Minister Odagiri? Why are you here?"

"Are you ashamed to say last night? If you hadn't touched me last night, how could I have gotten up in the morning to take a shower. "

Wrapped in a pure white towel, Miwako Sato walked out of the bathroom wearing the pajamas she had followed for many years and her own slippers. While brushing her teeth, she didn't forget to scold the man: "Come in, I'm holding the cup Go to the kitchen and wash—”

Turning around, Miwako Sato was stunned when she saw Meguro Shisan and Odagiri Toshiro standing at the entrance of the entrance: "Mememegure Police Department?"

"..."

Mumu Shisan, who turned his gaze back and forth on his two subordinates from doubt to gossip, came back to his senses, and said puzzledly: "Uehara, Sato, are you living together?"

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)