Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 295: A Scumbag Man Who Gets It and Kills Him!
"Ah!"

Katsumi Uehara, who was squatting at home and changing the medicine for his left hand, sneezed suddenly, and subconsciously looked up towards the balcony. The bright moonlight followed the cool night breeze and entered the living room through the open gap of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

His hands trembled, and he almost poured the potion all over the floor.

The handwritten file of clues to the case of Chou Silang was spread out on the rectangular coffee table. After throwing the cotton swab used for applying the medicine into the trash can, the man wrapped his left hand with a new bandage.

"Strange, I remember when I went out in the morning, didn't the windows be closed tightly?"

After moving his left wrist to confirm that the newly wrapped bandage would not have too much impact on the mobility of the wrist joint, Katsumi Uehara stood up from the sofa, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, opened the curtains, and Close it tightly.

Did I remember wrong?
Considering that he was rushed away from home by his girlfriend and pushed to attend the press conference this morning, Katsumi Uehara recalled it for a while but couldn't think of why, and then he didn't pay much attention to it.

Putting this matter behind him, he went back to the sofa and sat down, his eyes fell on the spread papers - all the people who were questioned by the police in the case of Shu Si Lang back then had no status so far. written on it.

One name after another, his current age, and the job he is engaged in are all the information he has used his own police channels to investigate.

Considering that the murderer of this case in his memory should be an old acquaintance who has a very good relationship with Miwako’s father, after a short visit and investigation and telephone inquiries about his future mother-in-law, Katsumi Uehara quickly set his sights on a small circle -

50 years old this year, currently a college professor, Hideto Saruto, has a very good relationship with Masayoshi Sato, the deceased in the case of Shujiro, and is a partner of his high school baseball team;

Shuji Shikano, 49 years old this year, has the same relationship with Masayoshi Sato and is currently a restaurant owner.

Mitsuo Inomata, 50 years old this year, was the main player of Masayoshi Sato's high school baseball team, and is now a successful entrepreneur, working in finance;

Finally, there is the classic configuration of Japanese high school clubs - the former beauty manager of the baseball team: Dieko, the 49-year-old divine bird.

The four had the closest relationship with Masayoshi Sato 18 years ago because they had fought on the same baseball team in high school.

And considering the impression that the murderer should have gone abroad, and returned to China only after the prosecution period was over, Katsumi Uehara quickly took a pen and crossed out the name of Dieko, a divine bird who had never been abroad.

"It's the classic choice of three again..."

The bandaged left hand stroked his chin carefully, and the man looked at the three remaining names on the manuscript paper and fell into deep thought.

As a university professor, Hidero Saruto has the experience of sending overseas business officials to participate in academic exchanges, and as a successful entrepreneur, Mitsuo Inomata goes abroad to negotiate business.

As for Shuji Kano, it is not normal for him to stay in Italy for several years as a restaurant owner. After all, the restaurant he opened in Tokyo is not Italian cuisine.

At the same time, in a villa on the outskirts of Mihua Town.

The short-haired woman in her room changed into a newly purchased lavender nightgown after taking a shower, and her eyes fell on the computer screen on the desk by the window—Katsuna Uehara was drawing and writing in the living room The written appearance clearly caught the eye.

The butt moved slightly and sat on the chair, the woman's eyes flickered, and her right hand subconsciously stroked towards the screen - the creepy scar on the back of her hand was not covered by the bandage, and looked extraordinarily terrifying under the soft light of the bedroom!
"Crack."

The sound of the door lock being unlocked brought the complex-looking woman back to her senses in an instant. After completing the monitoring screen switch in almost a second, she turned her head to look at the door of the bedroom, and a figure with a gloomy face came in with big strides— —

"Nanyuan Mengnai, two monitoring devices are missing, give me an explanation."

"Are you crazy Ji Chuanbangyan? This is my room. I should have told you not to break in without my permission."

The man with back hair and Chuanbangyan still had the obvious smell of potion. Hearing this, his face darkened. He grabbed the collar of his partner's pajamas with his right hand and forced her to look at him: "Plamia didn't use surveillance. The equipment is necessary, what are you going to do with the monitoring?"

"Of course it is to contribute to your revenge plan." Nanyuan Mengnai looked directly into the man's eyes, and there was no strange look on his brows: "Also, I locked the door, you put down the spare key for me. I You can't come in the room."

"..."

Having nothing to say, Oikawa Kunihiko glanced at the computer screen displaying a map of Tokyo, let go of her collar, and was about to step forward——

Nanyuan Mengnai's complexion changed, and she raised her hand to stop her: "What are you doing!"

Snapped!
With a simple switch, the hidden monitoring page was immediately restored, and the two parallel monitoring screens of the bedroom and the living room immediately occupied the entire screen.In the monitoring of the living room, Katsumi Uehara and a tall woman were sitting on the same sofa, eating and chatting, and then they saw clearly:

With short hair and wearing a lavender suit and skirt, her facial features without makeup are extraordinarily beautiful and delicate.

"You lunatic!"

Seeing this scene, Oikawa Kunihiko turned his head abruptly, his handsome face twisted to the point of horror: "I told you repeatedly not to disturb him, did you ignore my words? Do you really think I dare not kill you?! "

"……I can not hold it in."

Nanyuan Mengnai directly smashed the jar, expressionless: "If he hadn't rejected me, I wouldn't have become a police officer."

"You treat him like a policeman and don't care about him!"

"Nonsense, the power of the police is higher than that of the police. I am a police so that I can become his boss one day in the future, and use my power to make him go back on his word!"

"Is your brain sick?"

"Did you know me on the first day? When I followed him in the police academy, you also secretly investigated me."

Nanyuan Mengnai sneered: "I have nothing now, I don't even know how long I can live, and I can't appear in front of him. Let's see what happened to him? It would be good if I didn't kill him.

"Just those girlfriends before him, it's his fate to live up to now, he's just a scumbag."

"I'm warning you not to mess around. His last girlfriend's best friend was an FBI elite investigator. If something happened to Uehara Katsumi, his ex-girlfriend would probably ask his FBI best friend to come and help investigate."

Seriously warning, Oikawa Kunihiko directly cut off the monitoring, cleared all data, and prevented the signal from continuing to be transmitted.

"FBI?"

Uehara Katsumi's house, on the sofa in the living room.

The feet in short white socks sat cross-legged on the sofa, the toes under the white socks twisted subconsciously, Miwako Sato took a sip of Fanta with a straw in her mouth, and said in surprise: "real or fake?"

"What am I lying to you about? It's Miyano Akemi's ex-boyfriend. I asked Miyano Akemi to contact him by email, and asked him to go to Cuba to rescue Mizumu Rena, who had been exposed, as a favor.

"Just now, Rena Mizumu sent me a message, saying that Miyano Akemi's ex-boyfriend named Shuichi Akai had successfully rescued her in Cuba, and she is safe now."

Throwing his mobile phone into his girlfriend's arms casually, Uehara Katsumi felt a little emotional.

Needless to say, Shuichi Akai is the trump card of the FBI specializing in wineries, and he was able to track down the whereabouts of Belmode and Rena Mizumu so quickly.

"However, if this is the case, wouldn't Rena Mizumu start to investigate the cause of her exposure?" Miwako Sato, who had bitten rows of teeth marks on the straw, rested her chin with one hand, a little worried.

Although the anonymous email didn't explicitly ask about the reason for the exposure, she didn't think that Reina Mizumusa, a CIA agent, would stop there.

In case Edogawa Conan is found...

Katsumi Uehara didn't care about this: "I said that the reason for the exposure cannot be revealed, and she also promised not to investigate and keep it secret, because she also knows that there are many rats in the CIA. In the case of one-way communication, she can't trust her own. A group of colleagues like insects."

Do you understand the gold content of failing to assassinate Castro hundreds of times?

"So, what does Akemi Miyano think? Is she going to the United States to find her ex-boyfriend from the FBI?" Miwako Sato was curious as she flipped through the chat records.

"No, she won't go, she is going to pick up her younger sister to go to elementary school in Tokyo with peace of mind."

"?"

Miwako Sato was stunned.

What the hell?Are you really in elementary school?
"it is true."

Seeing his girlfriend's expression, Uehara Katsumi immediately understood, and told about his encounter with Hui Yuan Ai in Teidan Elementary School.

Of course, I skipped the part where I was not a human being.

"Oh, right."

As soon as this was mentioned, Katsumi Uehara snapped his fingers, took out a few bound reports from under the coffee table, and handed them to his girlfriend, saying seriously: "This is the report I wrote at home without eating tonight. report, you can help me deliver them to the Megure Police Department tomorrow."

"So fast? Is the sun coming out in the west?"

Seeing this stack of reports, Miwako Sato's eyes widened in disbelief, and she looked her boyfriend up and down as if seeing an alien possessed, and even reached out and pinched his face: "I don't have a fever, and it's not a hallucination."

"Don't look at people with colored glasses, I am the benchmark of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Do you think I look like a fool?"

"It's quite similar, otherwise I wouldn't have been fooled by me."

"Uehara Katsumi!"

"Ah! It hurts! Let go! Let go Miwako—don't murder your husband!"

"Who is your real husband!"

Miwako Sato spat with reddened cheeks, then reacted belatedly, and immediately changed her words: "Ah no, who is my real husband—— er, that's not right either. Forget it, I haven't promised to marry you yet , scumbag."

"Don't slander me, I, Uehara, have done the right thing."

"The last time you were in the hospital, those ex-girlfriends who visited you thought I forgot? One of the elementary school teachers came to see you with a fruit basket in the evening, and it seemed that they had ulterior motives."

"Are you jealous?" Katsumi Uehara narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox who just stole a chicken: "Do you eat oranges? I guarantee that the oranges in my fruit plate will never be sour, at least not as sour as that day."

The thin-skinned Miwako Sato immediately gave her boyfriend a blank look: "Do you know that I have handled so many cases, how many cases of love murder accounted for?"

"What percentage?" Uehara Katsumi approached his girlfriend with a playful smile, and put his arm around her shoulder.

"80%."

"So many?" Uehara Katsumi raised his eyebrows: "Then will you let me join this percentage?"

Miwako Sato who heard the words smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth raised and said threateningly: "Guess?"

　Bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)