Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Is this okay? You gave up the opportunity to compete for prime minister and chose this position. Although I know you want to use this power to find three children, it is still a pity."

Sitting in the car, Mr. Ooka turned to look at his childhood sweetheart, holding a letter of appointment in his hand.

"Well, there are many reasons. And it's not just to find someone. I already have news about those three children."

Mr. Nan yawned. After half a day of hesitation, he was obviously a little out of sorts as he aged.

"To be honest, it is unlikely that I will be given that position. The consortium's ability to control politics is still a bit low."

If it weren't for the fact that Nan was a Chinese ethnic group in Japan and had a natural half-leg advantage in politics, and that Mr. Ooka was the former prime minister and still had some prestige, Mr. Nan would not have even left Kyoto at all. The idea of ​​coming to this country place.

"But what happened this time was really beyond my expectation. It hasn't happened like this for many years."

Mr. Ooka nodded: "It doesn't matter if you take this position, at least in Japan now, no one is safer than you."

"I don't dare say that. If someone brings a bomb and blows up my building, wouldn't I have to bow and apologize?" Nan Zhengzong chuckled twice.

"It seems like this old man was frightened by what happened yesterday?"

Ooka pushed Minami Masamune half-jokingly: "Tell me what you want to do."

"Well, I really need a scapegoat for me, the Deputy Chief of the Police Department."

Nan Zhengzong squinted his eyes and rubbed the car's handguard with his fingers: "If something happens, I will hit him on the head."

After the Police Department was bombed in the middle of the night last night, the Chief of the Police Department immediately held a press conference to resign and apologize to the country. Mr. Nan also made an impromptu decision to change the target on his way home.

"Okay, if you like any one of us, I'll give him a sum of money and let him take responsibility for you if something happens to him."

Ooka took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened a document bag in the photo album, and slowly slid more than thirty portraits to let Minami Masamune take a closer look.

"Is it really up to me to choose?" Nan Zhengzong raised his eyebrows: "You put a lot of effort into sending a few of them to high positions. If I take them away, your hard work over the years will be in vain."

"Which is more important, my subordinates or my old friends?" Chairman Ooka rolled his eyes: "Let alone my childhood sweetheart who is jealous of my wife."

"Hey! You have to bring up these old memories, right?" Nan Zhengzong poked the floor of the car with his crutch: "If Xiaoxiang were a boy, I would marry you no matter what!"

"You should give up this fantasy. The children on both sides have sweethearts. Saying such things will make your granddaughter hate you and make her face paralyzed." Chairman Ooka slowly turned his ring.

"I heard from Hongye that the boy who proposed to her when she was a child seems to have become very famous recently, but he just won't tell me who he is."

His expression suddenly became terrifying, and he suppressed his anger and said: "If he is a useless person, just invite him to go on a night tour in Tokyo Bay."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Nan Zhengzong's mouth twitched.

"I don't believe it. When that boy named Kudo Yuji first came to your house, you didn't have any murderous intentions?"

Nan Zhengzong carefully recalled the first meeting and frowned.

"How should I put it? Between my rebellious son and my rebellious granddaughter, this kid who is interested in learning Japanese painting from me is quite good."

Ooka curled his lips in disbelief: "Isn't it possible that he deliberately pretended to be interested in bluffing you?"

"Yeah, well, every week he takes a picture of himself and shows it to me. It's pretty good."

As for the granddaughter who hasn’t called for several months, and the son and daughter-in-law who go abroad to hold art exhibitions when they have nothing to do, who are they?

"That's far from the truth. Who do you want?"

Chairman Ooka frowned in confusion when he saw that Minami Masamune returned his cell phone but did not choose anyone.

"I choose the one from last night, the one named Yoshioka."

"He is not one of ours, the Karasuma Consortium..." Ooka seemed to understand something, and smiled: "You have such a dirty heart, Masamune."

[I actually want to use possible terrorist attacks to blame the people of the Karasuma Consortium. Sure enough, I am still the harmful person I was when I was a child. 】

Although he didn't know what his old friend was talking about, Nan Zhengzong closed his eyes and said, "Isn't it a little difficult? After all, we are on the opposite side."

"It's okay, this person doesn't seem to be very important anyway."

The car stopped and he straightened himself up a bit. Minami Masamune nodded to Ooka, opened the car door, and, escorted by four security guards who rushed down from behind in a bulletproof car, walked to the large shed set up in the square in front of the Metropolitan Police Department. In front of the child, he looked back and forth.

"How's the condition of the building?"

Leaning on crutches and looking at the darkened building on the outside, Nan Zhengzong noticed the sizing eyes from all directions, but after returning to the cold demeanor of a stranger, he remained unchanged and ordered a security guard to remove the security bureau personnel. People gathered back.

"Half of it can't be used, and the remaining half is expected to be packed away tonight."

"What about information and equipment."

"Some of the rescues were timely, but many..."

For security reasons, most public security information is not backed up. The loss of information also means that some records of public security personnel and tasks have disappeared, and it will take time to collect them again.

"It's been such a long time, Mr. Nan."

Superintendent Hakuba, wearing his official uniform, walked out of the main gate of the Metropolitan Police Department with his subordinates. Seeing the Japanese painting master in front of him turned into his superior, although his expression did not change, he wanted to complain in his heart.

[Kudo Yusaku gave birth to a good son...]

"I don't know if Chief Minami has any questions about our police force. After all, you were just a painter yesterday. Your subordinates will naturally answer your questions and solve your doubts..."

"There is no need to say such routine words. When the former prime minister was in office, I also helped him deal with many things."

Minami Masamune didn't care about the man in front of him. Superintendent Hakuba, who had made his way through the police, had reached the age of retirement. Maybe he would leave in a few days.

Turning his head to glance at Toshio Moroboshi on the side, Minami Masamune noticed his slightly flattering smile and couldn't bear to look at it.

"Sir, all the people have been gathered. Except for those who were sent to guard the various congressmen, most of them are rushing back."

The vacancy of the headquarters last night was also a special case. No one could have thought that they would dare to blow up the police department building in the middle of the night after get off work.

"Get ready, the meeting will start in half an hour."

Handing the crutches to the security guard beside him, Minami Masamune stood up and issued the first order to the chief of the security bureau.

"Notify all the operational personnel who can be notified at present to keep silent for three months and do not move during this period."

"Hi!"

"Also, after the meeting, invite Congressman Tetsuo Yoshioka to come here. His status as a congressman has been directly implemented and he does not need to participate in the election."