Chapter 110: Come to solve the case, I will take the bonus
Metropolitan Police Department, third department office area.
After having fun and having fun, Mouri Kogoro, who doesn’t make fun of his body, actually took the number written on the paper by Uehara Katsumi and planned to find a time to go to Miwa Central Hospital to see Dr. Aso Minoru for a good photo.
piece.
As the instigator, Conan saw it with his eyes and remembered it in his heart. He followed Xiaolan obediently like a child for once, and his obedient appearance attracted Katsumi Uehara's gaze at least five times.
"Conan, let's make a note. You just stay in the lounge and don't run around. Wait for us to come out. Do you understand?"
Seeing that the chat was about to end, Mao Lilan, who had been to the police station so many times and understood that it was his turn to start taking notes, turned around and squatted down, put his hands on Conan's shoulders, and gave gentle instructions.
"Okay~Sister Xiaolan~"
I don’t know if it was a subconscious act, but Conan’s movements, which he held up high and acted cutely while playing the last part of his voice, were so smooth that it was astonishingly skillful.
Sometimes it is difficult not to make people wonder whether he really regards himself as a child, especially when enjoying certain benefits.
"Hey, Uehara Police Department, can you take me to the lounge?"
Watching Xiaolan and Mouri Kogoro go away, Conan jumped out of his chair and walked over to Uehara Katsumi who was joking with Sato Miwako and others. He stretched out his hand and tugged on the corner of his clothes and gave an innocent mouthful.
the voice asked.
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While chatting happily with Sato, Uehara Katsumi, who had intended to refuse, noticed his eyes and could only curl his lips in boredom: "Okay, come with me."
Seeing the older and younger people also leaving, Shiratori Rensaburo was a little confused: "That kid from the Mori detective family seems to have a good relationship with Uehara?"
"That kid is so smart that he doesn't look like someone of his age. I guess Uehara is a little curious about him."
Miwako Sato, who has experienced it personally, couldn't help but recall Conan's performance. It can be said that if it weren't for the difference in size and age, it would be difficult for her to treat this child as an elementary school student.
Even she felt this way, let alone Uehara Katsumi.
"Tell me, what are you doing with me? You dragged me in while I was still working."
Uehara Katsumi casually walked into a lounge and slumped down on the sofa. He looked at Conan who closed the door and said, "If it's to say thank you, then it's not necessary. I haven't decided whether to report your existence."
"I know, but even if you only help me keep a secret for a day, I should still thank you."
Conan, whose tone was no longer childish, pushed up his glasses with one hand and smiled: "And, to be honest, not everyone has the courage to do that.
"Although you are usually a bit immoral."
"Uh-huh, don't put a high hat on me, I'm afraid you'll ask me for something." Uehara Katsumi raised his hand to interrupt Conan's teammate's chanting, picked up the orange that Sato brought from home, and put it in his mouth.
One sentence.
"Although I beg you to tell the truth, everything I said is also true."
"Don't think about it. Nothing has been found, including the true identity of the guy you mentioned."
Katsuki Uehara, who still didn't know what Conan had hidden in his stomach, simply extinguished all the remaining illusions in his heart: "The police have checked all channels that may contain information about the deceased.
"Unfortunately, except for the code name [Tequila] in your confession, we can't find any other information at all. It's as if this person never existed."
"What about gin and vodka? The Megu Police Department should still remember the two of them. They are the two men in black who were treated as suspects in the amusement park and stayed at the scene for a while.
"One is tall and blond; the other is shorter but stronger."
His little hands kept pointing out the culprit that caused him to become smaller, and there was still a hint of hope in Conan's voice.
"Obviously not even a hair on his head."
Katsuki Uehara spread his hands and told the police the tracking results.
To be honest, even he only knew a little bit about these two people. Even the name Kurosawa Jin was not sure if it was Gin's real name, let alone where these two people lived.
"Furthermore, I advise you not to investigate in private, otherwise you and the people around you will be in great danger once you are targeted.
"You're not a police officer."
Uehara Katsumi gave Conan a meaningful warning, spread the facts on the table and told Conan, chewing an orange and said: "In addition, there should be a round of arrests of moles in the Metropolitan Police Department recently. If you don't want to be
Keep an eye on me, it’s best to hide secretly when you’re trying to break it.”
"...Is it because the bar that Tequila frequented was bombed?" Conan looked up at him after a brief silence.
"Judging from the news I've come across, this should be the trigger. The higher-ups have been trying to catch them for a long time, and this time they should be clearing out a lot of people at once."
Recalling the serious voice of Toshiro Odagiri, Katsumi Uehara made a bold prediction.
"Well, Uehara Police Department, do you know any friends in the medical field, the kind who have done research on Baigan liquor?"
Seeing Uehara Katsumi being so frank, Conan no longer hid anything and said, "During your previous vacation, a high school detective from Osaka came to Tokyo to look for me. To be precise, he was looking for Kudo Shinichi.
"The result was that he couldn't find it, so he found Lan's house. Because I had a cold at the time, he poured me a glass of white dry wine and said it could relieve the cold. As a result, I became older afterwards. Unfortunately, it didn't work.
How long did it take for my body to look like this again?"
When Conan talked about this matter, a hint of bitterness flashed through his face.
From the initial ecstasy to the current loneliness, if he didn't have a strong enough psychological endurance, it would be really difficult for him to withstand the gap caused by the failure of his hopes.
"A high school detective from Osaka? Give you a drink?"
"right."
"Please tell me your name and age so I can arrest him."
"Hmm okay - eh?"
Conan, who nodded subconsciously, came to his senses in an instant, looked at the energetic Uehara Katsumi, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are quite law-abiding, Uehara Police Department."
"It should."
"His father is the boss of the Osaka police."
"What's wrong, boss? This is Tokyo, not Osaka."
Uehara Katsuki curled his lips and said very harshly: "Besides, shouldn't you ask your dad about doing this for nothing?"
"Asked, they are investigating."
Conan sighed: "I just think it is necessary to tell you about this matter. After all, apart from my father, mother and Dr. Ali, you are the only one who knows my true identity.
"However, I didn't expect your focus to be so strange.
"Based on your previous personality, I thought you would let me drink another Baigan change on the spot to show you."
"What are you looking at? Are you watching you grow bigger and smaller and lie rolling on the ground, wailing?"
Katsuki Uehara shrugged: "First of all, I have no interest in rubbing salt into people's wounds. Secondly, I have a confidentiality requirement, understand?"
After hearing this, Conan lowered his head slightly, a bright light appeared on his lenses, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise: "Ah, I'll break the eucalyptus, and you get the bonus, right?"
"Not bad, very good."
Katsuki Uehara was very satisfied. Isn't Kudo Shinichi very discerning?
"Okay, let's go, that's all. Don't delay the relationship between Zuoto and me if you have nothing to do in the future."
"Wait a minute, Uehara Police Department."
"Um?"
"Thanks."
Uehara Katsumi, who had his hand on the doorknob, did not pause at all or respond. He just waved his hand with his back to Conan, who was standing sideways and stared at him, and walked out of the lounge.
The busy office area is in full swing.
Uehara Katsumi, who was as comfortable as a fish in water, rejoined the group, chatting here and there, teasing Sato Miwako from time to time, and being beaten passively.
Conan, who was leaning against the door of the lounge, just stared at his happy back, and for some reason felt a sense of peace of mind.
Maybe... it wouldn't be a bad thing for him to know?