Edogawa Conan, who was named, swallowed hard, and while subconsciously releasing the bow-tie voice changer with his hands, an indescribable sense of panic suddenly invaded his body - cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "I, I don't know... Haha...
…a ha ha ha."
when……
When did this man wake up...
"Conan? I said why are you missing? What are you doing behind there? Really, don't disturb the police." Mao Lilan was shocked when she saw Conan's appearance again, and immediately asked this surprising person.
An anxious child.
Moori Kogoro, who was already looking down on him because of his hangover, had such sharp eyes that he wanted to eat people: "Conan!"
If it were normal, Conan would most likely be acting cute in an attempt to get through.
But now...
He raised his head to meet Uehara Katsumi's unexplained eyes, and there was only bewildered panic in his heart.
The man's almost scrutinizing gaze caused Conan, who had gradually stopped laughing, to completely lose his mobility for a moment. Under Belmod's gaze, Katsuki Uehara held the cylinder with one hand and slowly stood up.
This reaction...
Is it anesthesia?
The well-informed Belmode took in all this, and his eyes immediately fell on Conan's watch.
A watch that can anesthetize people?
A bowtie voice changer that can simulate other people’s voices?
"Uehara, what's going on with you?" Miwako Sato, who had spent a lot of time with Uehara Katsumi, still sensed something was wrong in her partner's rising movements.
Her keen intuition made her take a few steps forward immediately and reached out to support him.
"It's nothing, it's just that my legs are numb after sitting for a long time. I was given too much anesthesia in the hospital before, so there may be some sequelae." Uehara Katsumi, who was leaning on his partner, shook his head, as if to shake off the chaos that still remained in his consciousness.
The sleepiness was shaken out of my mind.
In the hospital...too much anesthesia???
Conan came to his senses immediately after hearing this answer, and the corners of his mouth twitched vaguely several times. There were thousands of words in his heart, but when he came to his mouth, he couldn't say a word.
Now that things have come to this, there is nothing he can do.
The complicated thoughts in his mind were ever-changing. In the end, Conan, who couldn't think of a solution, suddenly found that there were only two roads left in front of him -
The first is to break the pot and show off, and the second is to continue to pretend to be stupid by relying on the image of a child to see if he can get over it.
After all, no matter how suspicious his behavior is, his appearance is always an advantage that can prevent certain inferences from being established.
"Brother Uehara, if you feel uncomfortable, it's better to go to the hospital for another check-up."
Megure Thirteen, who was also worried about the physical condition of his subordinates, waved to the police to take away Takeshita Yunobu, who had admitted to the murder, and said with concern: "You can put the matter of Eucalyptus aside for now, there are still us."
"I understand the police department, I will go there in a minute."
Uehara Katsuki, who moved his neck twice, cast his eyes unabashedly on Conan, with a half-hearted smile on his face: "As for the eucalyptus, it's actually not bad, Conan helped me a lot.
"Oh, by the way, Miss Mao Lilan, I would like to ask, when my father-in-law, Detective Mao Li, solved the case, did this man named Conan help as much as he does now? This child is quite smart, except that he prefers to play detective games."
——?!
Conan's expression tightened, and he subconsciously raised his eyes, only to meet the gazes of Mao Lilan, Maori Kogoro and his daughter: "Well, that's because I often watch Uncle Mao Li's brother-in-law, and I think uncle Maori's brother-in-law is so cool.
He is handsome, so he can learn. Haha, hahaha..."
The baby Conan's unique signature of scratching his head and laughing made Katsumi Uehara, who was looking at him with great interest, get excited and couldn't help but reach out his hand to rub the head that felt good to the touch. The smile that raised the corner of his mouth made Conan feel uneasy.
Sheng: "Is that so? That Maori detective is really a good teacher. He is worthy of being a famous sleeping detective."
If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't even notice the accented words, and your heart was beating like a drum. Edogawa Conan didn't dare to show any abnormality at all, so he could only pretend not to understand and let him rub him arbitrarily.
Not to mention, it feels really good. No wonder Kogoro Mouri likes to play so much.
Uehara Katsumi smiled brightly after rubbing it a few more times.
The turmoil hidden under the conversation is not obvious to outsiders. When Mouri Kogoro, who was still in a state of depression, heard that he was praising himself, he immediately cheered up and said politely: "No, no, this kid admires me so much."
There is no way, I am also very troubled by this matter."
"..."
As Katsumi Uehara was not able to make any extraordinary moves, Conan showed admiration at the right time. Mao Lilan on the side brought the well-behaved Conan to his side for another education——
Don’t run around at the discovery site.
Seeing Mao Lilan's behavior, Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows, feeling a little confused.
Something was wrong. When he met Mao Lilan before, wasn't this girl still suspicious of Conan? Why was she so relieved now that she really regarded him as a child?
"Anyway, bring me all the relevant surveillance videos. Also, Mr. Nakajima, although you did not kill anyone, we still need to confirm the identity of the deceased. Please come back to the police station with us."
With the evidence in hand, Megure Thirteen's waist became much stiffer, and his eyes fell on Nakajima Hideaki, who was supposed to die under the bomb: "But we won't ask too much about the secrets of the business transactions between you and him.
You can be assured."
"Okay...I understand."
Seeing the murderer who wanted to kill him being taken away by the police, Nakajima Hideaki came to his senses and nodded mechanically: "However, I actually don't know much about him. I don't even know his name."
Know."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"I'm serious, Memu Police Department."
Seeing the policemen headed by Memu Shisan looking at each other, Nakajima Hideaki said anxiously: "I really don't know him. In fact, what he bought from me was not our company's secret.
"He just wanted the personal information of some of the world's top programmers. It happened that I was in the company's development department and had come into contact with some of the people on this top list, so he paid me to give me the information I could collect.
give him."
——?!
A list of top programmers?
Conan's expression changed, and his eyes were vaguely focused on Nakajima Hideaki, who was trying to save himself from this accidental death.
Why do the people in the black organization want this information?
What is the purpose of those people?
Conan's eyes were solemn as he thought of gin and vodka for the first time.
"But if you don't know him, how did you get in touch with him?" Mumu Shisan was skeptical about this.
"I met the deceased while drinking at the bar on the top floor of the Dahei Building. He gave me a price I couldn't refuse, so..."
Speaking of this, Nakajima Hideaki's face was also a little embarrassed. After all, it is illegal to sell other people's private information in private: "Anyway, I really don't know him. Every time we meet, it's in that big black building."
Rooftop bar.”
"..."
In the darkness, with his head lowered, Belmod pushed up his disguise glasses, put his hand into the pocket of his down jacket, dialed a number using muscle memory, and hung up as soon as it rang.
"Dahei Building, let someone go over there and check the surveillance system there." Mushi Thirteen waved his hand: "Other people related to the case will follow me back to the Metropolitan Police Department to take notes."
"Police Department, please bring back a copy of the surveillance of today's exhibition. I'm curious about something."
Uehara Katsuki came forward at the right time. Conan lowered his head and glanced at Uehara Katsuki who was looking at him, lamenting in his heart.
It's over, there is no lake to get across.
There is no other choice but to show off.
The only thing worth celebrating now is that Katsumi Uehara is a good policeman and should... keep it secret for him, right?
As the large force returned to the Metropolitan Police Department, Conan glanced at the people who were taking notes in batches. Conan habitually clamped his legs together, raised his voice and said coquettishly to Xiaolan who was pulling him: "Xiaolan
Sister Lan, let me go to the bathroom first."
"Okay, it will be our turn later. Don't run around, Conan."
"Okay~"
Conan jumped off the chair and went straight to Uehara Katsumi who was checking the surveillance in a separate room. The latter was currently crossing his legs and chewing gum. The surveillance tape was at hand, and there was no sign of opening the surveillance tape.
Seeing him coming, Uehara Katsumi seemed to have expected it. He bit the bubble and said with a smile: "Hey, hello, Kudo Shinichi."