"So, shouldn't this be your own problem? What does it have to do with your alumni and seniors?"
Tokyo, Yin Lubo Sushi Restaurant, Mihua Town.
Taking off his down jacket, pulling up the collar of his turtleneck sweater, he pulled up a chair and sat down. Aso Minoru, who had regained her boyish body, no longer had the voice of a sister, but her boyish voice could be heard by Katsumi Uehara, who was drawing on the menu with a pen.
He raised his eyes in surprise.
"What? Is what I said wrong?"
The camouflage of long hair is gone, the slightly soft facial features are neutralized by the neat hair, and the figure under the brown and black turtleneck sweater is no longer uneven.
Hara Katsumi was amazed to see this magic show of transforming a man into a living man: "Who are you siding with? I'm telling you this so that you can help me scold people in private. I'm not telling you to follow them.
I'll tell you the truth."
"It's you who complained that your alumni didn't support you. I just followed your thoughts and analyzed it."
After getting rid of the knot in his heart, Aso Mikoto was obviously in a good mood. He spread his hands helplessly, his eyebrows full of teasing: "If you had performed better this year, you wouldn't even have the Keio Alumni Association within the Metropolitan Police Department."
I haven’t participated in it, but the abilities I have shown at Yueying Island Clinic are obvious to the director.”
"To correct you, I participated once, but then I decided it was boring and stopped going."
After finishing the sketch, Katsuki Uehara pushed the menu and pen in front of his friend, and lazily corrected him: "This profession is different from your doctors. As long as I don't make any extremely outrageous and unforgivable mistakes, I can still get promoted until the end, and the salary will be better."
It’s not low, so it’s not necessary.”
"Does a false position count as a position?"
"Why, a large basic salary is not money?"
"This is the first time I've seen a professional police officer like you who has no pursuit and loves to complain." Aso Michiru, who checked two items at random, clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Just lie down and wait for the pie to fall from the sky, right?"
"It's strange that you don't see many of them. There are more police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department than me, and many of them are in high positions."
Uehara Katsumi, who snapped his fingers to greet the sushi restaurant waiter, said nonchalantly: "Otherwise, how do you think the Metropolitan Police Department spends so much money every year?"
Aso thought about it for a while, and it was the same reason: "No wonder that high school student named Kudo Shinichi is hailed as the savior of your Tokyo police."
It is easy to understand if they are all a bunch of losers. Of course, this does not rule out the fact that some media deliberately disgusted the Metropolitan Police Department and even praised Kudo Shinichi.
"However, you don't have to compete with them." Recalling everything on Yueying Island, Aso Minoru handed the menu to the waiter and glanced at his friend: "Otherwise, your skills that you have trained in the police academy will not be the same.
Is it all in vain?"
"I don't say no when a prostitute comes to me, but I'm just too lazy to be as active as my colleagues." Uehara Katsumi felt that Aso might have had some misunderstandings about him.
"I'm more curious whether a character like yours would be a legendary thorn in the police academy."
"no."
"Have you ever had a fight?"
"…beaten."
Asami, whose campus life has been a backwater since childhood, his eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this: "Tell me more about it?"
"There's not much to say. Just before graduation, I slapped the top student in our class with a sack and beat him up." Uehara Katsumi obviously didn't want to talk about his past dark history. After all, being punished is not something worth showing off.
However, his words stunned Aso: "You are not the number one in your class?"
Judging from the performance on Tsukikage Island alone, he had always thought that Uehara Katsumi was the number one in his class.
"Of course not, I ranked third." Katsuki Uehara shrugged, not shying away from his past achievements: "Shooting and fighting are a bit worse."
"...Are you a little bad at fighting? Who are the top two gods?" Hearing this, Aso felt a little incredible.
Forget about shooting, after all, the gun battle on Moon Shadow Island was not intuitive, but Katsumi Uehara had actually seen the results in combat.
"No, you're not as good as the first in fighting, how did you beat him?"
"Don't tell me, let's put a sack on it." Uehara Katsumi, who had no martial virtue at all, took a sip of tea and said confidently.
"..."
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was really his style. The corners of Aso's eyes twitched a few times.
However, a dignified police academy number one was brought down by a sack... Although he was very curious about what conflict happened between the two people, Aso Minoru didn't continue to ask because Hara Katsumi didn't seem to want to talk more about this topic.
.
after all--
"Boss, the old rules are: a special sushi and a draft beer!"
While the two were talking, a figure with an extremely loud voice opened the door of the sushi restaurant, walked in carelessly, and sat down nearby.
"Oh, it's Detective Maori. It's special sushi today. It looks like the horse racing profits are good." Seeing that he was an old acquaintance, the sushi restaurant manager walked out of the kitchen and joked with him with a smile.
"Haha, no. It's just that I broke up a kidnapping case a few days ago. The other party just paid me a large amount of money in private out of gratitude. I came here to celebrate."
The middle-aged man with a mustache sounded very pleased, and his proud laughter attracted the attention of many customers in the sushi restaurant.
Among them was Katsumi Uehara.
"What are you looking at? You are so fascinated. Do you know that uncle?"
Aso Minoru, who was sitting directly opposite his friend, was picking up a plate of mustard for dipping. When he saw this, he couldn't help but joked: "I don't know if I thought you were some kind of beauty. I can't take my eyes away."
"I know him, but it's a pity that he doesn't know me."
After coming back to his senses, Katsuki Uehara smiled and took the plate. Kuaizi tapped one end of the sushi plate that was brought to him: "Do you know who he is?"
Aso Minoru blinked after taking a bite of sushi: "It's a big deal? It looks like the material of the suit is ordinary."
"The shooting performance record holder of the police academy has been at least twenty years now." Katsuki Uehara's right thumb pointed vaguely at Uncle Xianshi who was talking to the store manager: "I saw him in the record book when he was young.
photos from that time.”
"he?"
Seeing this, Aso Minoru couldn't help but look at Mouri Kogoro twice.
His unkempt beard has obviously not been cared for with much care, the material of his suit is ordinary, and his temperament is obviously a bit decadent. He does not look like the genius Katsumi Uehara described.
"Are you sure he is a policeman?"
"I used to be in the third department. He was my senior, he resigned more than ten years ago."
Ashen suddenly understood.
Since he is a senior genius, there is nothing much to say. In his superficial understanding, even if a genius like this leaves his job, he should leave many legends behind. As a junior working in the same department, Katsumi Uehara would recognize this face.
strangeness.
"Um?"
Mouri Kogoro, who had just finished talking to the owner of the sushi restaurant, vaguely felt that someone was talking about his past behind his back, so he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the lobby of the sushi restaurant.
There are not many guests at a glance.
Uehara Katsumi, who was talking to Aso Minoru, happened to raise his eyes and met the gaze of Mouri Kogoro.
The eyes are divided at the first touch.
Mouri Kogoro scratched his head, and the doubts and confusion in his heart were completely dissipated by the draft beer and sushi brought by the sushi restaurant owner.