Chapter 203 Seems to be the correct way to use Edogawa Conan
"Dr. Agasa?"
Sato Miwako frowned. She was somewhat impressed by the name. However, she did not remember any interaction between Uehara Katsumi and the kind Mediterranean doctor. At most, she sent him a fruit basket as a token of thanks after being discharged from the hospital.
"Yes, that's him. It may be hard for you to imagine that there is such a person in this world who can go beyond ordinary people's imagination——"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you mean, you let a person in the scientific community create a transmitter and a tracker without permission? Or is it something that spans the ages?"
The tip of her pink tongue licked her slightly dry lips. Sato Miwako, who had read the police manual three hundred times, frowned into high eyebrows.
In fact, the man who was asked was instantly blocked. While blinking and pretending to be innocent, he subconsciously pinched the rose-red underwear in his hand: "This shouldn't be... not a crime, right? It's not used as a crime."
"What do you think?"
"If you ask me, this is police-civilian cooperation. And this thing is not what I want to develop, I just picked up a ready-made one and use it."
Miwako Sato's expression became even weirder: "Pick something ready-made?"
"Ahem, don't worry about these details Sato, in short, you just need to know that Dr. Agasa did not create these gadgets to commit crimes."
"Of course I believe you, but the question is, after the report is handed in, do you think the big shots will believe our inferences?"
"Actually, we don't have to write it."
"?"
"Look at Sato, there are only you and me here now." Uehara Katsumi raised his finger and pointed at Sato, and then pointed at himself: "Then how to write the report, isn't it just the two of us who will discuss it? Dr. Agasa
This thing has done us such a big favor, and I can't let him live an uneasy life in his later years, right?"
"Then how are you going to explain this to the higher ups?"
Walking in front of the man, the woman reached out and took off the glasses on his face and placed them on the bridge of her nose. She stared at the red dots on the lens map and clicked the hidden button on the frame from time to time with her right index finger.
It's like playing with some science fiction product.
Seeing this, Uehara Katsumi thought seriously for a moment: "Am I born with a quick mind?"
Miwako Sato, who was wearing glasses, immediately glanced at him sideways: "Hmm?"
"Then I have an informant who provided information - ah, no, I don't have an informant." Katsuki Uehara bared his teeth, rubbed his chin and immediately changed his words.
He had only stayed in the third department for a year. Except for holidays, he spent nearly two-thirds of his working time without leaving the Metropolitan Police Office Building. There was an informant from Mao.
"The consequences of being lazy." Miwako Sato stopped playing with her glasses and took them off with a smile on her lips: "You are lucky, I have quite a few informants."
"Really?" Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows: "Lend me one? Will I return it to you another day?"
"no problem."
Handing the glasses back to the man, Miwako Sato subconsciously glanced at the underwear still held in his left hand: "How do you feel?"
"Pretty big."
Shaking her underwear, Katsuki Uehara smiled unabated: "Don't tell me, if no one comes to cause trouble, I'm really looking forward to whether she will seduce me at night, and whether I will be able to keep myself safe then is a big deal.
It’s a difficult problem.”
"Are you quite proud?"
Sato Miwako casually took an evidence bag, took the underwear and sealed it inside. Miwako Sato said with a smile: "Should I let you continue the unfinished interrogation after I get it back?"
"It's not impossible. I'm the worst at refusing."
Putting on the tracking glasses with one hand, Katsuki Uehara's smile gradually turned a little sharp: "Now, it's time for us to be invited to attend this carnival party."
One minute later.
"Police Department! I am Sato, and I have an informant who has discovered the traces of Chris Binyard! He is currently fleeing towards Okuho Town!"
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"boom!"
Okuho Town, in a certain alley.
After simply and clearly knocking out a passerby whom he had seduced with his helmet, Belmode took off his jacket and trousers and put them on himself, and also changed into a pair of shoes.
Conan, who was hiding far away, was holding his skateboard in one hand and constantly adjusting the viewing distance of the tracking glasses with the other hand. It wasn't until he saw the target changing clothes and walking out of the alley that he took out his phone and opened the
Katsuki Uehara’s number——
"Hello?"
"Uehara, where have you been?"
"The destination is not far away. I stopped when I looked at the map. Has she changed her clothes?"
"Ah, yes, she deliberately took a long way to Okuho Town for safety reasons. You are right. If I hadn't followed, even if you had a transmitter sewn into your suit, there would be nothing you could do."
Noticing that Belmod walked to a nearby parking lot to pry the door lock, and skillfully drove away a new car, Conan slowly put down his skateboard, assessed the distance, waited for a while, then stepped on the skateboard and started off: "She's here
I randomly found a man near an alley in the suburbs of Okusui Town, knocked him unconscious and changed his clothes. Now the route seems to be going back to Miwa Town."
"Understood, follow me so you don't get discovered. If there are any changes, please notify me at any time. The police are currently passive. You are the only hope. Don't pull your hips and don't be impulsive."
"Understood, I will keep a distance from her. Oh, by the way, she changed into a passerby's white Mercedes-Benz, the license plate number is..."
After hanging up the phone, Conan, who was riding his skateboard, suppressed the excitement in his heart. After slowly exhaling, he hung far behind the target vehicle.
With the existence of tracking glasses, he can completely track at ultra-long distances.
At the same time, on the police car.
Miwako Sato, who was driving the car, saw her partner hang up the phone and couldn't help but wonder: "Didn't you say you have no informant? Who is this?"
"Have you ever heard of Baker Street's Odd Fellows Sato?" Katsuki Uehara, who was turning his phone around, turned to look out the window, caressing his chin with one hand, and chuckled.
"Baker Street? Who? Sherlock Holmes?" Sato Miwako was puzzled, where did this come from?
"The detective team that appears in the Sherlock Holmes series is composed of street children and has helped Sherlock Holmes a lot."
Fake young detective team: make up the number three;
The real boy detective team: Detective Conan.
Katsumi Uehara feels like he has already grasped the instructions on how to use Conan correctly.
"Street child?"
Instinctively, Miwako Sato thought of Uehara Katsuna's background in an orphanage, opened her mouth, but ultimately did not continue to ask: "So, you are Sherlock Holmes?"
"How should I put it... I actually like Brother Quinn better." Seeing the route and address on the new email, Katsuki Uehara pouted: "Turn around at the next intersection, let's take a shortcut."
"Who are the Quinn brothers?" Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows as she turned on her turn signal.
"you do not know?"
"Should I know?"
"Next time you come to my house, I will give you a good tutoring lesson."
squeak!!!
What responded to Katsuki Uehara was Miwako Sato's sudden sudden drift of her foot.
The wheels of the car were almost smoking on the road, but the man's face still didn't look uncomfortable at all.
Nearly two hours later, after taking countless detours, Belmod finally returned to the organization's stronghold where Gin and others were.