Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 255
If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, Miwako Sato would have to work harder to prevent any shameless words from coming out of his mouth.

This man's face is cemented, but she is not.

Katsumi Uehara, who pretended to cry out in pain, gently softened the soft flesh around his waist with one hand, noticing that his girlfriend's earlobes were slightly rosy, and grinning brilliantly.

"Also laughing."

Unbearable to be watched, Miwako Sato couldn't hold back after all, gave him a sideways glance and changed the subject: "You've already lost, you know?"

"If you lose, you lose. Tell me, what you want me to do unconditionally, I will never shirk."

Katsumi Uehara, with a hippie smile, didn't take it seriously, waved his hands and said calmly: "Of course, if it's a particularly outrageous role-playing, I still have to think about it for safety."

"..."

Miwako Sato raised her head slightly, and met her boyfriend's gaze, her eyes narrowed slightly and then returned to their original appearance.His eyes subconsciously probed, and then he raised an eyebrow and said, "Why, can't you?"

"If you want to ask this question, then my answer is that a man must never say that he is not good enough." The old rascal Uehara would not be so provocative, and he went downhill with his head tilted: "What do you want me to pretend? I will go right away order clothes."

"It's hard to say, I haven't thought about it yet, I owe it first."

Miwako Sato spread her hands, turned her head to avoid her boyfriend's playful gaze, and pouted at the cooking table: "Now you'd better get rid of the flour first."

Uehara Katsumi's complexion suddenly changed, and he said straight away: "I don't know."

I have already lost, so I still want to make a hammer to make myself suffer.

"Then where did those buns and dumplings in your refrigerator come from?"

Miwako Sato leaned on the edge of the countertop, tilted her head and said strangely: "I took you back when you were drunk last time. When I made you sober up soup, I saw a lot of dumplings in the refrigerator. There was no packaging bag, so I just put a plastic wrap on it. "

"I made it to order at an aunt's house. I used to buy things at her house when I was shopping for vegetables. After getting acquainted with each other for a long time, I simply ordered it. I don't like the kind sold in the supermarket. The taste is not good."

"You're a waste of money."

"Anyway, it's money picked up for nothing, so don't spend it for nothing."

"..."

Just about to refute him, Mei Hezi suddenly thought that the money in the bank card of this dog man seemed to be "free" in the European Cup, so she had to swallow the words, and could only mutter "a big dog".

"Compared with you, who is the big dog, I can't afford to sell your house in the city center." Katsumi Uehara, who pricked up his ears, was very dissatisfied with his position.

"If you think too much, you can't afford me even if you sell me."

Throwing a pair of gloves into her boyfriend's arms, Miwako Sato, who also put on gloves herself, stretched out her hand to the porcelain bowl containing butter, poured all the flour mixed on the chopping board into it, and sighed: " It was inherited from my grandfather by my dad, and it is impossible for my mother to sell it."

"...Sorry." Uehara Katsumi, who accidentally touched his girlfriend's late father, suddenly became serious.

"No, it's nothing. My dad has been dead for a long time, so it's not something that can't be mentioned."

Miwako Sato, who was kneading butter and flour, lowered her eyes, watching a dough being formed and kneaded by her own hands: "At most, I just don't want to be reconciled."

"Not reconciled?" Uehara Katsumi was stunned, and then seemed to think of something, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Well, remember what I told you when I was in the cemetery. My dad passed away 18 years ago, so I said I understand how you felt at the time."

Speaking of her father, Miwako Sato subconsciously lowered her voice, kneading the dough with her hands much harder: "Actually, my father's death was just an accident. He was crossing the crossroads in order to arrest a bank robber. Hit by a truck.

"It was raining heavily that day, and the ambulance came very late, so my dad missed the best time for rescue."

Katsumi Uehara, who put on his gloves and stepped forward to help, didn't play any tricks, just stood beside his girlfriend and listened quietly.

"It was also because of my father's death that the police were forced to suspend the investigation of the bank robbery. This case has thus become an unsolved case in the archives, code-named Shou Si Lang, because my father died before his death. Still repeating the name [Chou Si Lang] in the direction where the robbers left.

"However, the police investigated all the people related to the name of Chou Silang, but they still found nothing. So far, no one knows the identity of the real murderer, and no one knows how my dad identified the real murderer back then.

"In the monitoring of the bank being robbed, the robber, who was wearing sunglasses, a mask, a hat, and his body was tightly wrapped by a coat and a long raincoat, only appeared for more than ten seconds, because the video was captured after more than ten seconds. cut off."

Speaking of this, Miwako Sato couldn't help showing a wry smile: "For so many years, I have been thinking about restarting the investigation of this case, but I have never been able to find an entry point. I was so desperate that I thought that if someone could help me To solve this case and catch Shusilang, I will do whatever you want.

"But until the case passed the retrospective period, I still got nothing."

"This case... has passed the prosecution period?" Katsumi Uehara was stunned when he heard this.

He still has some memories of the case of Chou Si Lang, but isn't that the deadline?
"Yes, the prosecution period has passed for three years." After taking a deep breath, Miwako Sato, who had calmed down, cracked two eggs with one hand and smashed them into a bowl.

"As far as I know, there shouldn't be much connection between the pursuit of the truth and the prosecution period."

"?"

Miwako Sato paused, turned her head suddenly, and her gaze changed suddenly.

Looking straight into his girlfriend's eyes, Katsumi Uehara shrugged: "I don't want to let go of this opportunity to let you do anything. Take a step back and say, you are my girlfriend."

"Don't be brave, self-denial."

After a moment of silence, Mei Hezi, whose eyes were still dimmed, sighed silently, and said, "It's been 18 years since this case, and all the clues have been broken and can't be broken anymore."

"And what if I can do it?"

"..."

Uehara Katsumi's self-confidence, which can be said to be beyond words, made Miwako Sato give him a blank look and said: "Then say whatever you want, and I unconditionally agree to do it."

"Very well, then I'll make the request first, and remember to fulfill your promise when the case is solved."

Katsumi Uehara stroked his chin and said, "I want two boxes of Wuren cookies then."

"Two boxes of cookies?"

Miwako Sato, who thought she would hear some unspeakable request, was stunned.

"That's right, but it has to be the one you made yourself like today, but it has to be a big bowl, a very big bowl, I have a good appetite."

Katsumi Uehara raised his right index finger and pointed to the porcelain bowl in the woman's hand. The sunlight that penetrated into the room from the window hit his shoulder mottledly, and imprinted in her pupils together with a smirk.

"..."

Miwako Sato looked down at the soft dough in the bowl, and smiled silently: "This request really exceeded my expectations."

"Really?" The man tightened his gloves irresistibly.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are really good at mobilizing women's emotions?"

"Have it?"

"I like you."

Uehara Katsumi raised his eyebrows: "I know."

　Put a small bowl~
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　　py push book:

　　Title of the book: "I had no intention of fishing for sentient beings"

　　Summary: Once he woke up from his dream, Gu Qingshan, a fisherman, became a lost fisherman in a strange world.

　　A traitor is in charge of the country, rituals are broken and music is broken, immortals and demons are involved in the world, and monsters are rampant.

　　The general situation is overwhelming, who can stand alone?

　　Entering the game calmly, Gu Qingshan sits high on the fishing platform.

　　Bai Yuncanggou, vicissitudes of life, thousands of years later, Gu Qingshan suddenly looked back.

　　The tiger beats the nest and the dragon serves as bait, and the fairies, demons and ghosts enter my basket.

　　Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)