Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department.

“If it weren’t for the horse charm, I’m afraid I would have died of exhaustion last night.”

Kitahara sat down in his seat and sent the Suharu manuscript that had been rushing for an hour in the canning studio yesterday to Machida Yuanko, and then slowly closed his eyes and sighed softly.

Know that an hour outside is equal to a day inside a canning workshop.

In other words, since last night, he has been writing novel manuscripts for a whole day.

Every time I feel sleepy, I use a horse charm to restore my mental state.

In just one hour in the outside world, he used the horse charm almost seven or eight times.

It’s just torture.

Just as Kitahara was leaning back in his chair and about to start touching fish with a computer pen, a reply from Machida Sonoko came from his mobile phone.

Machida Yuanko: “It’s worthy of you, these manuscripts can be saved in almost half a month, remember to write the next volume early!”

“This woman is really insatiable…”

Seeing the message sent, Kitahara Twitched the corner of her eyes and directly crossed out her dialog box.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Throwing the phone into his pocket, Kitahara also picked up the computer pen placed next to the table and began his daily work.

Looking at his left hand, which had begun to process the report automatically, he nodded with satisfaction.

You still have to rely on this thing to touch the fish.

After thinking about it, Kitahara took out a thick book from his four-dimensional pocket and placed it on the table.

“Shanaido’s Postnatal Care”.

The book was the reward he received last night by checking in to his home.

It happens to be used to pass the boring time when I go to work.

And maybe there will be a Shanaito in the future, so it should be studied in advance.

With some curiosity, Kitahara opened the book about postpartum care in front of him.

It feels like the reward given recently is getting more and more wrong….

The work of the Metropolitan Police Department, if there is no case, is generally very leisurely, that is, writing reports and other small things every day.

In one morning, he had already done all the work that needed to be done today.

The rest of the time is to drink tea and fish and see the postpartum care of Shanaiduo.

Add some strange knowledge to your head.

Five o’clock in the afternoon.

“There’s still an hour.”

Kitahara took a sip of the clear tea placed on the table, then slowly closed the book in his hand, glanced at the current time, and whispered to himself.

The book drawn in my hand has also been read, so what is the next time to pass the time?

Kitahara lightly tapped his fingertips on the folder on the desktop, and a pair of brown eyes turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

The location of their search section is on the third floor, so the view below is unobstructed.

When I first joined the company, it was a wise idea to choose a position close to the corner next to the window.

Touching a fish in a corner is the least likely to be spotted, not to mention that there is a wide Chiba Kazushin in front of him to block his vision.

“What?!”

Just as Kitahara had just taken a sip of fragrant black tea, Twilight’s shocked voice suddenly spread throughout the search section from the police department’s office.

Another case?

Kitahara Shun’s hand holding the cup paused slightly, and then his eyes were a little speechless.

Ever since Kudo Shinichi became Conan, he knew that the Metropolitan Police Department could encounter homicides every day.

However, you can’t jam my departure from work every day!

With an hour to leave work, you have a homicide case in mind, which is completely procrastinating.

And at this moment, Twilight Thirteen pushed open the door of his office and walked out with a solemn face, his gaze first fixed on Kitahara in the corner, and then looked at the others present.

“The Medieval Art Museum encountered a murder case, now Brother Kitahara, and Brother Chiba, you two come with me.”

Since Miwako Sato went out to inspect and Takagi Wataru went out to deal with cases, neither was in the office

So Twilight Thirteen directly found another substitute – Chiba Kazunobu.

“Yes, Twilight Police Department!”

Chiba and Shin quickly stood up and replied.

And behind him, Kitahara also stood up lazily, his brown eyes shimmering.

Medieval art gallery?

If his head is not mistaken, this time the police will probably leave work early.

“Behave well, brother Kitahara.”

Twilight Thirteen came over and patted him on the shoulder and said seriously.

After all, this is a policeman who can solve the case under his own hand.

You must know that when there was no Kitahara Shun, the Metropolitan Police Department completely relied on the detective named Kudo Shinichi to help solve the case.

The Metropolitan Police Department at the time was frantically belittled in the newspapers, and Kudo Shinichi was also awarded the title of the savior of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It’s an honor for the detectives, but it’s a shame for them cops.

Thinking of this, Twilight Thirteen sighed.

Fortunately, now that their search department also has Kitahara Shun, they won’t be cheeky and go to the detective for help.

“I see, Twilight Police Department.”

Kitahara looked at Twilight Thirteen, who suddenly looked sad, and nodded lightly at the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, the police in Conan World were completely the most wasted he had ever seen.

When encountering cases, it all relies on private investigators, and one of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department of Norda is blind at the crime scene.

…………

Museum of Medieval Art.

A crisp honking horn sounded at the entrance of the museum, and the police officers who followed also raised a cordon at the door.

Kitahara followed behind Twilight XIII and thoughtfully walked into the art museum in front of him.

“Oops, isn’t this Officer Twilight!”

As soon as I entered the museum, a familiar voice came from not far away, and Maori Kogoro in a blue suit was walking towards this side with a big smile on his face.

“Why are you again?”

Twilight looked at the familiar Maori Kogoro in front of him and asked wordlessly.

He had already seen Maori Kogoro at the crime scene three times in a row.

And Kitahara also glanced at Conan not far away, and then set his eyes on the old man in a suit and leather shoes on the side.

“Hello, I am the director of this art museum, and my surname is Ochiai.”

And the old man, after noticing the policeman here, also walked over unhurriedly and said hello softly.

Director Ochiai… The murderer is him.

Kitahara looked at the emaciated Ochiai curator in front of him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Sorry, I just remember this episode.