In the Metropolitan Police Department, Department 3 office area.
Miwako Sato, who was writing furiously at her seat, paused with her pen tip and looked up in surprise at her partner who was sitting at the workstation trimming her nails: "There is no magazine in the world that only publishes two books.
publication."
"That's true, but the copy you received from that bastard before is indeed one of the only two trial editions in the world."
After blowing on the remaining nail clippings, Katsuki Uehara looked up at the clock hanging on the wall of the office area. The morning passed, and the report on his desk was still untouched: "This is a special issue, so for the sake of
To be on the safe side, the senior management of the magazine at that time had the foresight to print two copies first to see what the actual effect would be."
"Then what?"
"After that, the magazine went bankrupt, so now you know how precious the magazine you have is, right?"
As he spoke, Katsuki Uehara, who was finally convinced, put down his nail clippers, made a fist with one hand to his mouth and coughed twice, then stared at Miwako Sato's face with a righteous look and said: "This is a unique test seal.
Version, I wanted to spend a lot of money to buy it back from that bastard Go Sumii, but now it's in your hands."
"So, do you want to spend a lot of money to buy it back from me?" Miwako Sato, biting the tip of her pen and arranging the table with both hands, said with a smile: "Why don't you tell me the price? If you can satisfy me, then I can consider it.
.”
"No, you misunderstood. What I mean is, do you want to compensate me in a symbolic way?" He raised his right hand and shook his index finger. Uehara Katsumi, who was too lazy to be a desktop cleaning master, casually took a folder with his left hand.
He suppressed the blank report and stood up without seeing anything.
"Shall I compensate you?"
Miwako Sato, who seemed to have heard some fantasy, also stood up. While putting on her brown-red suit jacket, she did not forget to push the retreated chair under the workstation and put it in place. She said with a smile: "This magazine is Mr. Sumii's."
You gave it to me, why should I compensate you?"
"Is he that good?"
"You have to ask yourself that."
The image of Uehara Katsumi when she was drunk at the KTV that night seemed to reappear in front of her eyes. Miwako Sato spread her hands and said: "You were the one who was drunk and wanted to ask Mr. Sumii to take the magazine away, but he made a fuss."
It's annoying, so just send me the magazine directly."
Katsuki Uehara looked suspicious: "Is it true? I don't believe it."
"Why don't you believe it? Did your wife have another accident?" Before Miwako Sato could say anything, Rensaburo Shiratori, who was on the other side of the station and was also rushing to go to the cafeteria to eat after get off work, stopped and walked over curiously. Come up.
Upon seeing this, Katsuki Uehara immediately reached out and pinched his face——
"Ah, it hurts! Let go! Let go of the original!"
Rensaburo Shiratori, who was once transformed into Crayon Shin-chan, used his tortoise punch to stay away from this man who struck neither lightly nor harshly. While rubbing his cheeks, his eyes were extremely sad.
It was just a sap hit by Kaitou Kidd. As for whether he was going to slap him in the face when they met?
"It looks genuine." Katsuki Uehara waved his hand and said with a bad smile, "You can't blame me, Shiratori, you have a criminal record."
The speechless Shiratori Rensaburo could only give him a middle finger in return: "I now suspect that you are also a fake, come here and let me pinch you."
"Come on, if I want to be pinched, I choose to be pinched by Zuotou. What's the matter with you, right Zuotou?"
"..."
Miwako Sato, who was in the theater group but was inexplicably dragged into the situation, rolled her eyes at him and took the lead: "I'm not as naive as you."
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"Did you hear that? Don't be so childish." Uehara Katsumi, who decisively hit him, pointed the gunfire at the innocent white bird, then raised his feet and chased after Sato's back.
White Bird grinned while rubbing his cheek. He weighed his own weight secretly and chose to give up.
When Uehara is beaten by Kidd one day, he will be able to regain his place.
"By the way, is there any news about Kidd? Shiratiao? Have you found anything?"
"No, nothing was found."
The three people who came to the cafeteria together took their meals and found a seat to sit down. Shiratori Rensaburo, who was asked by Sato, couldn't help but look unlucky when he talked about the Kaitou Kid who had embarrassed him: "I suspect that the reason why Kid pretended to be...
I just want to investigate the criminal organization that poured dirty water on him. After all, you and Uehara were not there at the time, and the Megure Police Department is too big."
"Didn't you leave any traces at all? You said you were knocked unconscious after helping the old lady cross the street. There should be surveillance video from the traffic department."
Miwako Sato stirred the vegetable salad and chewed it, wondering.
"Yes, there is, but it's useless."
Shiratori Rensaburo, who had never suffered such grievances since he was a police officer, felt so angry that his teeth itched with hatred when he talked about it, and even the roasted wings in his mouth crunched: "It's a pity that he ran away, otherwise I would
He must look good."
Uehara Katsumi, who was sipping a Coke, put down the can: "Is there a possibility that Kidd will find you easy to bully after this time and will come to you in disguise next time?"
"..."
"..."
Zuo Teng blinked and turned his head, staring straight at the man sitting next to him as if he had seen a ghost. His smart eyes turned back and forth several times, clearly conveying a message to him: Can this be said?
?Shouldn’t you be comforting him?
Katsuki Uehara moved his eyebrows twice: I was trying to comfort him.
Shiratori Rensaburo, who was already feeling gloomy, felt his heart freeze when he saw the goddess in his dream flirting with Katsumi Uehara in front of him.
Fortunately, he had a good attitude, otherwise Katsuki Uehara's mouth would have completely broken his defense.
After thinking about it for a long time, Shiratori felt that he had to rely on himself to be in a happy mood, so he decisively changed the subject: "Where are Takagi and Chiba? Why don't you see them today?"
"Oh, they received an alarm call and went out to investigate the situation in the morning. They should be back soon." Miwako Sato, who was entrusted with the personnel power of the three departments by Megure Thirteen, opened her mouth.
She and Uehara were temporarily transferred away from the Megure Police Department to "cooperate" with the police. Shiratori was investigating Kidd who knocked him unconscious with a stick. Naturally, Takagi and Chiba had to take charge of the three departments at this time.
“There are so many eucalyptus seeds.”
Uehara Katsumi, who missed the previous life very much, sighed: "How many marriage reports have they not yet written? There is a new marriage."
"Don't talk about them, I still have three closing reports that are about to be handed in. Alas." Shiratori, who has yearned for justice since childhood, also looked melancholy when he heard this: "Uehara, how many more do you have?
"
"Oh, I didn't."
"?"
"Have you forgotten that he just came back from vacation not long ago. The only person he came into contact with was Miyano Akemi. The latter became a tainted witness and involved the police. He didn't need to write the accident report." Sato suppressed a smile.
Miwako explained.
"...Indeed, I forgot about this."
Shiratori slapped his forehead. The busyness during this period and the impact of the incident really made him forget about this matter: "Oh, by the way, I remember Uehara you——"
Ring ring ring!
Before Shiratori finished speaking, the cell phone in Katsuki Uehara's pocket rang. Katsuki Uehara, who was munching on food, took out his cell phone, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and pressed the answer button: "Hello? What's going on?"
"Uehara Police Department, there is a package addressed to you."
"I haven't had any parcels recently. Did you see it wrong?"
"Really? But that's what it says on it. The sender's name is Oikawa Kunihiko. Is he an acquaintance of yours from the Uehara Police Department?"
Katsuki Uehara looked startled, and his chewing speed instantly slowed down: "Okay, I understand, I'll get it later."
Miwako Sato, who noticed the slight change in the man's face, saw him hang up the phone and couldn't help but asked with concern: "What's wrong? What package?"
"I don't know. I'll find out later when I see it."