Chapter 23 The tacit understanding between seniors and juniors
"Eh?! What are you talking about? He turned around and left as soon as he heard that you were going to stay to work overtime at night to write a report?!"
On a moonlit night on the branches, the building is brightly lit.
Yumi Motomoto, a police officer from the Traffic Section of the Metropolitan Police Department who had just finished working overtime, was sitting on an empty desk with her legs dangling. After hearing this, she couldn't help but turn her head and cast her gaze at the workstation not far away where there were messy folders.
There was obviously a bit of surprise in his tone: "This pursuit of you is too insincere, Miwako."
He was in the same room with the most beautiful policewoman recognized by the Metropolitan Police Department and worked overtime to write a report. If it were a male police officer, he would have to impose overtime conditions even if he did not work overtime. However, Katsumi Uehara, who kept saying that he wanted to chase Miwako Sato, was running away faster than a rabbit.
Just because I don’t want to work overtime.
"Do you really believe that he wants to chase me, Yumi."
Miwako Sato, who put down her ballpoint pen and stretched her waist, couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I don't know how many times I've heard this in the past year, it's just a habitual nonsense. It's not like you don't know Uehara, he
You are not so boring that you would like a boring woman like me."
"I can't say for sure. I think he is taking this opportunity to let you gradually adapt to his jokes around you, because he must know that he cannot use conventional methods to pursue a girl like you."
As someone who has organized many small social gatherings within the Metropolitan Police Department, Miyamoto Yumi still felt something was wrong: "If a man doesn't like you, then he will never hang out in front of you all day long."
"Really? We are colleagues. We work in the same place. It's normal for us to see each other every day." Miwako Sato couldn't help but be stunned when her best friend entered the analysis state so seriously.
"But if you think about it carefully, is it true that among the three series, Katsumi Uehara is the only one who has an unusual way of communicating with you?" Yumi Miyamoto, who was rubbing her chin and looking like a detective, suddenly became sharp-eyed, touching the left side of her line of sight.
Fujimi Kazuko couldn't help but rolled her eyes.
This is a good policeman who has stopped becoming a detective.
"Okay, okay, stop joking, Yumi, let's think about what to have for supper tonight."
"I'm serious, Miwako, I'm not joking. Think about it carefully, when you usually chat with him, do you always subconsciously pick up his jokes or jokes, and are you used to this way of getting along?"
It was like a sudden flash of lightning flashed through Miyamoto Yumi's mind. She seemed to have figured out something. She jumped to the ground with a smirk on her face, put her hand on her best friend's shoulder and said: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it, I will remember it."
Say, do you like him too?"
"What are you thinking about? Have you read too many novels recently?"
Miwako Sato unhappily opened her best friend's arm, which was close to her, and pointed her forehead with her right index finger to push her away: "He and I are just good friends. I didn't even see him staying with me.
Don’t you want to work overtime?”
"It hurts, it hurts, Miwako, don't be so strong, be a lady, be a lady!" Yumi Miyamoto, who was no longer funny, cried out with tears in her eyes, and Miwako Sato released her wrist.
"Really, if he doesn't stay with you to work overtime, he'll take his anger out on me..."
Seeing her best friend's speechless gaze, Miyamoto Yumi immediately closed Didi's mouth and made a zipper shape with one hand to show that she didn't say anything.
"Actually, is there a possibility that he did this just to leave a completely different impression on you from other men?"
A minute later, Miyamoto Yumi, who couldn't hold back her gossip, threw away the zipper that didn't exist in the void, her eyes shining with a strong desire for knowledge.
Miwako Sato, who was arranging the messy desktop, let out a long sigh. She put one hand on her hips and pressed the other against the desktop. She looked up at her best friend in silence.
"forget it."
Miyamoto Yumi consciously reached out and sewed a zipper on her mouth, and stood aside obediently waiting for her best friend to get off work.
"I'm going to the toilet first, please wait for me." Helpless Miwako shook her head, turned and left the workstation.
Seeing the back of her best friend gradually disappearing from the end of the field of vision, Miyamoto Yumi, who couldn't hold back her curiosity, came to Uehara Katsumi's work station in a few steps, trying to find out any clues that this man was having an underground affair with his best friend.
, but the messy desktop is really a bit unsightly.
It's somewhat informal.
"Huh?"
Miyamoto Yumi, who was very familiar with Sato Miwako, immediately saw the draft report on the table that had been heavily altered and revised. It looked like it was written by her best friend.
"Miwako will also help people write marriage reports?"
Although she is in the traffic section and the search section 1 are in two different departments, Miyamoto Yumi knows her best friend who is serious about her work very well.
Even when she was a newcomer, Miwako Sato never wrote such a thing as a marriage report for others.
"Yueying Island... drug eucalyptus?"
"Let's go, Yumi. What do you think of bullfrog for our late night snack? It is said that there is a newly opened specialty store in Cupido Town, and bullfrog is the signature dish there - what are you looking at?"
When Miwako Sato returned to the office area after wiping her hands, she saw her best friend holding a draft book and reading something.
"Aha, look what I found Miwako."
Feeling like she was Sherlock Holmes, Yumi Miyamoto turned over the draft book, pointed her right index finger at the large amount of modifications on it, and turned her attention to her best friend: "This is why you have to work overtime tonight to write your marriage report!
"
Miwako Sato blinked and pursed her slightly dry red lips with her tongue: "He is my junior. Strictly speaking, as a senior, I have to help him correct his immature mistakes. What's wrong with this?"
"You obviously only took her for three months."
"So, are you planning to have supper tonight? It's almost nine o'clock." Miwako Sato asked, pointing to the clock on the wall.
"certainly--"
Ring ring ring!!!
Just as he was talking, a sudden phone ring interrupted the conversation between the two. Miwako Sato frowned slightly when she realized it was an unfamiliar number and pressed the answer button——
On the phone, a strange voice spoke: "Excuse me, is this Ms. Miwako Sato, who is investigating the third department of the Violent Crimes Section 1 of the Metropolitan Police Department?"
"I am, who are you?"
"I'm a clerk at Yin Luha Sushi Restaurant in Mikawa Town. Here's the thing. Mr. Katsumi Uehara made a reservation for sushi delivery at our store at 8:50 tonight. I'm at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department now."
"Katsumi Uehara?"
Suddenly hearing an unexpected name, Sato Miwako was a little surprised: "Okay, wait a moment."
"What's wrong? What's going on? Something happened to Uehara Katsumi?" Yumi Miyamoto's face changed when she saw that her best friend's tone was wrong.
"No, he seems to have ordered sushi delivery?"
After hanging up the phone, Miwako Sato looked a little strange.
A few minutes later, Miwako Sato, who had received the sushi delivery, opened the kraft paper bag with the name "Yin Luha Sushi Restaurant" printed on it, and took out the bamboo lunch box placed inside. The moment she took off the lid of the lunch box, a sticker
The note on the top of the lid immediately came into view——
"Thank you for sacrificing your time this afternoon to help me revise the report. I hope my sushi delivery service can catch up with you in time when you are hungry.
“PS: The sushi in this restaurant is quite good. I almost died from eating it at noon.
"pps: Actually, I think it would be more sincere to invite you to eat bullfrog in person, but you seem to be quite busy."
The slightly scrawled handwriting was clearly written by Katsuki Uehara himself, and at the end of the note there was a monkey head winking in the style of Lupine the Third.
"..."
This guy……
Miwako Sato, who was holding the note, glanced at the exquisite sushi in the lunch box. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and she couldn't hide a smile on her brows.
"Miwako, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, we-"
"Awesome, brother Maori, I haven't seen you for so long, I didn't expect your reasoning level to be so high."
"Ah hahahaha, you're welcome, you're welcome, after all, my main job now is detective."
The door of the three-series office area was pushed open, and a group of people filed in. The sharp laughter immediately attracted the attention of Miwako Sato and Yumi Miyamoto.
With just one glance, the two of them noticed the popular female idol on TV—Yoko Okino.
"In short, thanks to Brother Maori, you were able to crack the case tonight so quickly. And Miss Okino, you can make a note later and go home."
Memu Shisan, who returned to his home court, put a fist to his mouth with one hand, coughed twice, and said sternly: "Xiaolan and this Edogawa kid, please wait a moment. You can go back after we have finished taking notes."
We’re home, remember to be good and don’t run around.”
"good!"
The milky children's voice resounded over the entire three-series office area. The child named Edogawa Conan showed no sign of recognition. He spoke out of the corner of his eye while looking around a few times.
He is so familiar with these three office areas that he can't help but run around.
Um?
Edogawa Conan, who noticed the delivery bag from the sushi restaurant not far away, was stunned for a moment: Yin Luha Sushi Restaurant? Why does this name look so familiar? It seems to be the high-end sushi restaurant next to Uncle Mori Detective Agency?