The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

[What's going on with Hui Yuan? ] Atsuto Yamashita's eyes drifted to Conan who was also confused.

【I don't know, I just go to and from school with Haibara. 】Conan returned a look.

Forget it, it's still important to eat.

"Shi Yu, hungry, soft rice."

Back in the ward, Atsuto Yamashita sat on the bed, patted the dining table on the bed with both hands and opened his mouth to wait for the feed.

"What kind of soft rice, it sounds ugly."

Holding the lunch ordered from the cafeteria, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu laughed out loud, and then gave him a blank look: "You are not a soft eater.

You are now the savior who is in the limelight, the savior who does not love vanity and has a noble character. "

"They are right about not being vain and having a noble character." Atsuto Yamashita straightened his back and was upright!

"Hmph~" Shi Yu hummed a little song with a smile, feeding her childish fiancé spoonful after spoonful.

Until, a strange phone call came.

"Tu Ren, the number of your second mobile phone."

"Who?"

"Dind? What's your note name? Your American classmate?"

Seeing the remark, Shiyu was a little curious.

"Oh yes, my friend."

Atsuto Yamashita, whose face remained unchanged, took the backup phone and pressed the answer button: "Hello? Xiaodong, what do you want from me?"

"…………"

Fujiko Mine, who was far away in New Delhi, the capital of India, was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that there was someone beside him, and the corner of his mouth raised a playful arc: "The business has been closed, little soldier."

Those who can make him answer the phone when there are people around must be trusted by everyone in Yamashita.

"The business is closed? How much did you earn from this order? You specially called to show off to me."

Upon hearing this, Yamashita Toshito blinked expectantly.

"Two billion."

"Indian rupees?"

"Dollars."

"…………"

As if guessing that the other end of the phone would fall into deathly silence, Fujiko Mine played with the gemstone in his hand with a charming smile, playing with taste: "If it is converted into Japanese yen, there will be a full [-] billion after erasing the change. "

Shan Shita's hands were trembling: "How much, how much?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu took a strange look at her fiancé who seemed to be suffering from ADHD.

[Two hundred million US dollars... [-] billion yen... 】

The man's breath suddenly became heavy: "How did you sell it?"

This is simply incredible.

"You probably underestimated this country's desire for a representative of cutting-edge technology like Apache, especially this car is so rare that there may be only one in the world.

Originally, they bid 1.55 million US dollars, but under my argument, it was sold at a price of 2 million US dollars. "

Indian cowhide!

I will never black you again! ! !

Atsuto Yamashita hung up the phone, no longer pretended to be dead, and jumped out of bed.

Hugging the overwhelmed fiancée and kissing her several times in a row, he hugged her and circled around the ward, his smile gradually expanded: "Shi Yu!!!"

"Ah! Benedict! What are you doing?!"

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was forced to circle in the air, looked confused: "Aren't you still injured?!"

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"Uh... well...

Shiwa, I think you should be clear about one thing. "

In the ward, on the bed.

The dying Yamashita Atsuto trembled his lips, as if his body had been hollowed out: "Actually, people's physiques cannot be generalized. I once stood on a helicopter and shot skyscrapers in extreme anger. To be able to return to the light because of the joy that comes from the heart.

You see, don't I just eat the bitter fruit of returning to the light now?Cough cough..."

The man coughed hard, biting his lip trying to look weaker.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was sitting on the chair with Erlang's legs up, no longer followed this pattern, her gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing Yamashita Toru's eyes.

"Really?"

"Really, of course it is."

Toshito Yamashita nodded hastily: "You believe me, you believe me, when have I ever lied to you?"

Eyes full of sincerity flickered, and the man was showing off his charm as much as possible, glowing and glowing.

The white stiletto heels hanging on the feet swayed rhythmically. Shi Yu, who had her legs on the edge of the window, wanted to step on it, but she was still soft-hearted after all. In the end, she rolled her eyes and made a gesture of wanting to hammer Threatening action: "I lie to me like this every time, before and now."

"No, I haven't lied to you for a long time, okay?"

"Then what happened this time?"

"I didn't lie to you this time, did I?"

"Huh?" The girl raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes, as if she was about to hit someone.

"Okay, just a little bit, a little bit." Atsuto Yamashita raised his right hand that was no longer trembling, rubbing his thumb and index finger, reluctantly said.

"Your friend has made money in business, why are you so happy?"

"Because I can sell the shares."

Bentoman at the foot of the mountain laughed mischievously: "Now I can eat my wife's food in a fair and honest manner, and no one will blame me."

"No, I won't give you food."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, who couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from rising, turned his head with a righteous look on his face.Then he seemed to realize the ambiguity contained in his own words, and while his cheeks were slightly flushed, he held his head high to show that he was not guilty.

"That's over, I can only die alone under the flyover."

"Bah, bah, bah! It's not auspicious at all to be dead as soon as you enter the hospital."

The girl stretched out her hand in dissatisfaction, but she just lightly touched her fiancé's forehead and swept it.

Yamashita Bento twitched the tip of his nose, sniffing the wind leaking from her fingers, and said with a smile on his eyes, "I am immortal, Shi Yu."

"You're still bragging, I think it should be the credit of the guardian that you managed to turn a bad luck into a good fortune this time."

"Feudal superstition."

"Then when my left eye twitched, how did you say that my new book is going to be a hit again?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

"When the signs of getting rich appear, it means that the fortune has really come. Don't you see that the money is coming now." Atsuto Yamashita put his buttocks straight.

Anything that is beneficial to me is not feudal superstition.

"Feudal superstition." Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu stuck out her tongue at him, stretched out her hand to pinch the bridge of the man's nose and spiraled up.

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"Brother, the car is ready."

Somewhere in Hokkaido, Japan.

After crossing the corpse, Vodka knocked respectfully on the door of the bathroom.

"Are you sure this is the last one?"

The long hair dyed with gold and silver was swaying under the water droplets. Gin put his hands on the sink after washing his face, looked up at his own face in the mirror, and asked in a cold voice.

"Yes, brother, this is the last one."

"Vodka."

"What big brother?"

"you say……"

After drying his hands, Gin put on his gloves and opened the locked door of the bathroom.He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pushed one into his mouth, and sneered: "Why do some idiots always think they can resist the organization?"

"Probably because I'm too overwhelmed."

A drop of cold sweat fell from the forehead of the frightened Vodka, and hurriedly replied.

【terrible……】

【It's really scary...】

【Ever since the helicopter was taken away, Big Brother has become more and more scary...】

"Let's go."

The gin lowered the brim of his hat, and the white phosphorous match ignited.After lighting the cigarette in his mouth, it lightly landed on the gasoline-filled corpse.

簇！

hum!

The rapidly ignited flames became monstrous in the blink of an eye. Gin, whose windbreaker hem was swaying wantonly as he turned around, walked out slowly amidst the raging flames, and boarded the black Porsche parked at the door. 356A.

"How's the helicopter going, vodka?"

"Uh, there are gossips circulating in the intelligence network, but no one can confirm it yet." Honestly, wearing sunglasses and starting the car, the vodka's forehead became thicker with cold sweat.

"Say." Gin, who was dusting off his cigarette, spat out a word coldly.