Chapter 17 Where is my police department? What about my big police department?
"Ah sneeze!"
It was snowing in Tokyo in February. The moment Katsuki Uehara stepped off the deck of the ship, he couldn't help but shiver from the cold and sneezed to show respect for the season.
.
Crystal snowflakes floated down from the gray sky like leaves, and there was enough snow to reach an adult's ankles piled up on both sides of the road.
As the only man in the crowd who was still wearing short-sleeved shorts and flip-flops, Katsuki Uehara felt that he was probably the most handsome boy in the entire port at this moment.
"I told you it's snowing in Tokyo and you still didn't believe it. How about now?"
Miwako Sato, whose words were full of helplessness, walked up to the man, took off her brown-gray women's suit jacket, and handed it to him: "Put it on, my car is still in the parking lot.
Woolen cloth."
"Now I believe it."
Uehara Katsumi, who took a few deep breaths through his nose, was not polite. After reaching out to take it, his voice sounded weak: "You can't blame me. Who knows if it can snow in June or July."
"You're really stupid because you don't know how to take a vacation. Today is February 4th. Yueying Island is a vacation place. Can the weather be bad?"
Miwako Sato glanced sideways at the man and teased her as she walked. Katsuki Uehara, who was wearing a women's suit one size too small, sniffed the faint scent of perfume that drifted into his nose with the cold air. His teeth were trembling with the cold, and he couldn't even think of replying.
All gone.
Damn the weather.
"Ah sneeze!"
Seeing the motionless red Mazda RX-7 parked in the port's open-air parking lot getting closer and closer to him, Katsuki Uehara sneezed again and already had a runny nose.
"Sato, do you think I can rest for a few more days if I take sick leave tomorrow?"
"I don't know how many days you can rest, but I think you can solve this problem by drinking more hot water at night."
Miwako Sato unlocked the car and opened the door. Katsuki Uehara, who was as if he had seen a treasure, hurriedly ran into the co-pilot: "Quick, air conditioner Sato, quick."
"Aren't you going to take sick leave?" Miwako Sato started the car and turned on the hot air. As the windows were locked, the temperature inside the car quickly began to rise.
Katsuki Uehara slumped comfortably in the co-pilot, and the women's suit draped around him fell off with his indifferent waving of his hands: "Don't worry about these details. Turning on the air conditioner will not affect my sick leave tomorrow."
Who hasn't had to ask for sick leave a few times when they were studying? Not to mention that Mu Mu Shisan's management within the three departments has always been known for its humaneness. Asking for a leave is just a matter of words.
"you are hopeless."
Sato stepped on the accelerator and smiled: "It's not certain when the Megure Police Department will come tomorrow. I won't give you this leave."
As the capable deputy who often assists Megure Thirteen in handling work, the serious and responsible Sato Miwako is often entrusted with important tasks by the former within the three departments to make it easier for him to manage personnel.
"At present, the police department can be late and leave early and be absent from work, right? This is retaliation." Uehara Katsumi, who was resurrected with full health in the heater, started to have a hard mouth again.
"Do you think the police department is the same as you? He is dealing with a case, and he may have to stay up all night."
"Don't worry, it won't happen all night long. The death happened in the amusement park, right? The police department and the others will definitely be able to break it and close the team before getting off work."
"how do you know?"
"Predicted by the weather."
Uehara Katsuki turned his head and looked with a slightly sentimental gaze at the city scene that was speeding backwards outside the car window, feeling a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
It's not about Ke Xue's timeline that finally arrived, but about his promotion and salary increase.
"Amitabha, the Great Merciful and the Great Compassionate, Guanyin Tathagata, Western Heaven Buddha, Infinite Heaven, Virgin Mary, Jesus, God, my God, bless me for a safe promotion, bless me for a safe promotion, bless me for a safe promotion..."
The police department and the police department are two completely different positions and two completely different salaries.
Not to mention that once he is promoted to the police department, even if it is just a false position without real power, even if he has to work under the Megu Thirteen as the real power police department, the bonus coefficient and subsidy level he can get are the same as those of the police department.
Completely different.
With all his plans in mind, Uehara Katsumi had already made up one year in the police department, and now that he was about to pass the final step, he didn't want to encounter a troublesome time problem that would interrupt his promotion.
It's all money!
money!!!
Theoretically speaking, as long as nothing unexpected happens, he will prepare to be promoted to the police department when he returns to the Metropolitan Police Department after his vacation on Yueying Island, but now...
Katsuki Uehara suddenly stirred up his energy, trying hard to persuade the pessimism in his heart, constantly reminding himself that Kudou Shinichi has just started to become Conan in the past few days, and the impact of the concept of time should probably not be big.
The success or failure just depends on whether we receive a notification in the next few days.
"What are you babbling about?" Miwako Sato, who was driving to the Metropolitan Police Department, glanced curiously at her friend in the passenger seat whose expressions were changing. She was filled with curiosity.
"Please pray to God and pray to Buddha."
Hearing this, Miwako Sato was happy: "I've never seen you believe this before."
"Now I have something to ask them for." Katsumi Uehara turned his head, his expression serious.
"...I'm going to grind the gun, are you sure it will work?"
"Sato, please help me take a leave of absence. It only takes three days. I have something very important that I need to do."
Seeing that the serious look on Katsuki Uehara's face didn't seem to be fake, Sato Miwako, who was still smiling, suddenly said seriously: "What's wrong? Are there problems on Moon Shadow Island that you have ignored?"
"There is a time issue that I am very concerned about and I need to verify it."
Katsuki Uehara's words were very resounding.
He only needs three days off.
If the promotion notice does not come within three days, then...
"Do you need my help?" Miwako Sato, who didn't know what was going on but was still very solemn, stepped on the brakes and drifted into the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department, pulled up the handbrake and asked seriously.
"No, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better. Don't worry, three days should be enough. Now let's go up and make notes. Oh, by the way, Zuotou, do you know where the public statues are sold?"
"Statue of Guan Gong?"
"I heard that worshiping Guan Gong is also very effective."
"...???"
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Three days later.
Tokyo, Chiyoda District, inside a high-rise apartment building.
A shirtless man sits cross-legged in the center of the living room and prays. There is a cross on the left hand side of the coffee table, a string of Buddhist beads on the right hand side, and a Taoist fly whisk and an exquisitely carved statue of Guan Gong in the middle.
In front of each altar, three incense sticks are lit and some offerings of fruits are piled up.
As the clock hanging on the wall pointed to midnight, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of despair——