"Did you hear that the big star Yoko Okino seemed to have come to the Metropolitan Police Department last night?"
"Yoko Okino? Real or fake?"
"Of course it's true. My aunt's son works in the third department, and he even got Miss Yoko's autograph."
"Miss Yoko's autograph, I'm really envious..."
Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.
The elevator at the work station was not too crowded. Katsumi Uehara was leaning on the inner corner with a cup of black coffee, one hand in his pocket, and he was quietly listening to the gossip and anecdotes from his colleagues.
Among them, the name of female idol Okino Yoko appeared particularly frequently this morning.
This is very unreasonable.
Generally speaking, it is difficult for popular celebrities, regardless of gender, to get involved with the police, because once they get involved, it is likely to mean the end of their bright stardom. Therefore, when celebrities encounter problems, they usually give priority to solving them privately.
Moreover, if I remember correctly, Okino Yoko's first choice was not the police.
After arriving on the 12th floor, Katsuki Uehara slowly walked out of the elevator, sipping a refreshing black coffee, and smacking it with some pity: I left yesterday at the wrong time, otherwise I could get a piece of illegal money for nothing without using my brain.
There is a high probability that you will not miss out on the good things.
In his impression, the eucalyptus related to Okino Yoko should be the appearance of the sleeping Kogoro Mori.
However, considering that the night fishing last night was quite fruitful, this small problem was quickly forgotten by Uehara Katsumi.
"Good morning, Uehara-kun, you seem to be late again today."
"Yes, yes, I checked the time specifically and you were three minutes late."
"No way, I can't be late. Don't slander me. I'll sue you for slander."
In response to the teasing words of his female colleagues, Uehara Katsumi, who strolled to his workstation, saw his neatly arranged desktop, and couldn't help but pause his hand on the chair.
He raised his eyes and looked to his left. There was still no one at the station of Miwako Sato, who was affiliated with the police department.
After thinking briefly for a few tenths of a second, Katsuki Uehara pulled out a chair and sat down with a small smile. He hummed a pleasant tune, opened the drawer, took out a new book, and threw it in a clean and tidy place.
On the table, he took out a pen from the pen holder and smashed it onto the cover of the book.
It's time to get to work.
Putting yesterday's draft revised by Miwako Sato on the table, Uehara Katsumi subconsciously placed his flip phone on the table and missed the laptop of his previous life.
If the police were equipped with that thing now, he wouldn't need to write it by hand.
It's not like he hasn't thought about buying one himself, but firstly, it's relatively expensive and not cost-effective. Secondly, for him, the current laptop is no different from a brick that can access the Internet.
He was able to buy a mobile phone because he really couldn't stand the most popular landline phones and coin-operated phone booths at the moment, so he bought a relatively good-looking flip phone and used it reluctantly.
However, now that the sleeping Kogoro Mouri has appeared, the technology in this world should also begin to develop rapidly, right?
However, after transcribing more than 300 words, Uehara Katsumi felt sleepy. He took a sip of the black coffee he bought specially to refresh himself, and his thoughts began to jump and diverge.
Reality is not a cartoon.
Living in a living time and space, the only thing he could think of about the explosion of civilian technology was that the artificial intelligence in the Baker Street Theater version might have released some of the scientific and technological information and data it had deduced to countries around the world before dissipating.
Promoted the rapid development of world science and technology.
Apart from this, Uehara Katsumi can't think of a second reason for the time being.
But then again, what is the name of the technology company in the Baker Street movie?
After scribbling with a ballpoint pen on the notebook for a long time, but still unable to come up with a reason, Katsuki Uehara shook his head and no longer forced himself to recall those trivial things.
After getting up and going to the toilet, Uehara Katsumi continued to work hard after he came back. Anyone who saw it would have to praise him for his diligence. Those who knew him were copying reports, but those who didn't know thought he was sorting out documents.
Katsumi Uehara has never been weaker than others when it comes to superficial skills.
After going to the cafeteria for lunch, taking a lunch break, and finally finishing the get off work before getting off work in the afternoon, Uehara Katsumi took a signed report and knocked on the office door of the third department boss Megure Jusan——
“Tuk-tuk-tuk.”
"Please come in."
"Memu Police Department, this is my summary report on the Moon Shadow Island incident."
Katsumi Uehara, who walked in through the door, put on a serious look, saluted politely and then handed the report to his immediate boss's desk.
"It's Uehara-kun. I've heard from Sato about Moon Shadow Island. You did a good job."
After receiving the report and looking through it casually, Mu Mu Thirteen did not find any structural or narrative errors. His cheerful round face, like the fat old man next door, looked somewhat amiable.
He originally had high expectations for Katsuki Uehara, an elite subordinate who came from the professional group. After all, before this young man came, he had and only had one professional group member under his command - Renzaburo Shiratori, a descendant of a well-known family.
Considering the lonely and helpless background of Uehara Katsina, who was born in an orphanage, Megure Thirteen, who also came from a lower class background, was actually very optimistic about this young man at first.
What he didn't expect was that he now thought that this person was one of those watered-down professional groups in other departments who sat in their offices and gilded their offices, but Katsumi Uehara gave him a big gift backhand.
In any case, the detection of the cross-border drug case on Moon Shadow Island was accomplished through the joint efforts of his three departments and two police departments. The majority of the credit goes to the third department, not to mention Uehara Katsumi’s ability in this case.
Completely worthy of his former third place result in the police academy.
"Thank you very much, Mu Mu Police Department, this is what I should do."
Facing the praise from his boss, Katsumi Uehara tried his best to disguise himself as a good baby: "Then, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."
Why choose a time near the end of the day to submit the report?
Isn’t it just to be able to get off work on time while handing in the report?
It's almost time to get off work, so you are too embarrassed to talk to him shamelessly. As the saying goes, try your best to drink chicken soup.
"Well - nothing happened indeed. Anyway, Uehara-kun, you did a good job this time. Keep up the good work and keep working hard."
The fact is just as Katsumi Uehara thought. He felt that this junior could still be rescued. Megure Jushimoto wanted to give a long speech and teach him about Showa Chicken Soup, which is the same as the search for the three series, but after looking at the time, he still chose
I gave up. In the end, I just patted Katsumi Uehara on the shoulder and left a serious piece of advice.
"Yes, we must work hard, Mu Mu Police Department."
With little calculations in his mind, but still calm on his face, Katsuki Uehara saw that he had achieved his goal, and he turned around and prepared to leave after speaking in vain and leaving a check that could not be cashed in the next chapter——
"Ring ring ring!"
Suddenly, the phone rang suddenly, and Katsumi Uehara's heart, which had just turned around, suddenly accelerated its beating speed.
"Hello? I'm Mumu."
When he answered the phone, Mumu Shisanben had a pleasant look on his face, but the next second his face changed drastically. He slammed his calloused palms on the table and shouted filial piety: "What did you say?!!!"
Uehara Katsumi, whose hand had touched the office door handle, suddenly felt a sense of despair in his heart——
It’s over, it’s time to steal the chicken but lose the rice...
"Uehara-kun, something happened. Please come with me."
After hanging up the phone, Megure Thirteen noticed Uehara Katsumi who was opening the door, and without thinking much, he greeted him habitually just like he had greeted Sato, Shiratori and others before.
"...Yes, the police department."
Uehara Katsumi, who forced a few words out of his throat, could only break his teeth and swallow them.
Thinking on the bright side, at least the name Megure Thirteen calls him now is not the Uehara brother he always calls when something goes wrong.