"What are you thinking about, Uehara? So absorbed? Did you notice something wrong?"
After congratulating Mr. Nagato Douzan on his birthday, Rensaburo Shiratori, who was close to his friend, declined Nagato Mitsuyoshi's invitation. After finding his friend who was obviously deep in thought sitting on a marble seat at the fountain pool of the manor villa, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
A hand patted his shoulder and he woke up softly.
"Kind of."
After coming back to his senses, Katsuki Uehara turned his head and glanced, moved his buttocks, and quietly gave up half of his seat. He raised his chin and pouted towards the room where Nagato Hideomi had drawn the curtains: "See that room?"
Is the white bird gone?"
Looking in the direction indicated by his friend, Shiratori used his hands as shade, nodded and said, "The one directly below the master bedroom on the third floor of Changmen Road?"
"Well, that room should be the bedroom of Nagato Hideomi, the third son of Nagato Michio. I saw him walk in with my own eyes..."
Katsuki Uehara rested his elbows on his knees and crossed his fingers with his upper body half bent. He explained to Shiratori the whole process of direct and indirect contact between Nagato Hideomi and him, which made Shiratori's heart tighten——
"Do you suspect there may be flammable and explosive materials such as gasoline in his room?"
Rensaburo Shiratori, who had just walked out of the hospital in high spirits, frowned, and his vigilance was suddenly raised to the highest level after being exposed.
"I am not sure."
Uehara Katsuki hesitated for a moment, but then he shook his head: "He just passed me by, and with his appearance, he should be applying various ointments. I'm not a doctor, so it's hard to say whether it was some kind of ointment."
The smell of ointment.”
"...That's true."
Shiratiao, who heard what his friend said, was thoughtful: "However, if you really doubt him, I can help you go in and check him out."
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After hearing this, Uehara Katsuki immediately turned to look at him. The latter smiled proudly and pointed his index finger to the brooch pinned to the left chest of his suit: "This is the crest of the Shiratori family, Uehara."
Uehara Katsuki instantly turned into a protractor: "Oh, I almost forgot that you are also the successor of a vicious capitalist chaebol. It is not surprising to meet Nagato Hidetomi."
Shiratiao punched him directly in the chest and cursed with a smile: "Why do I feel like you are trying to blame me again? Are you jealous?"
"Nonsense, if I were you and still acted as a hammer policeman, I would be very tired from working hard every day. Wouldn't it be better to find a young model and star to have a party on a yacht?"
"How much do I believe what others say? You...when did you ever go to work with great intensity? You are the first to arrive late and leave early."
"Fart, what I mean is recharging your energy and not causing trouble to the frontline personnel. Do you know that the most annoying thing about those veteran detectives who have been on the frontline for many years is top students like us who are parachuted in?"
Shaking the collar of his shirt, Katsuki Uehara rolled his eyes: "The correct way to open the professional team is to sit in the office and not go to the front line to cause trouble. You are the exception."
Those in the professional group are officials, and those on the front line are those who work.
This is the normal state of the Japanese police force.
Shiratiao didn't refute, he just spread his hands and shrugged: "Now you are an exception, I am not alone."
"I shouldn't have done this in the first place." As soon as Shiratori mentioned this, Uehara Katsumi inevitably cursed and vented: "The salary I received has not changed, and the workload has increased significantly compared to before.
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Katsumi Uehara, who complained endlessly like a harried woman, was horribly nagging. The smiling Shiratori Rensaburo did not interrupt, but lowered himself down and sat on the half of the seat Uehara gave up, with his elbows
Lying on the thigh, he bent his upper body and looked up at the blue sky in the distance.
"Do you know what I envy you the most, Uehara?"
"Became Miwako's boyfriend." Uehara Katsumi, who was still chattering, immediately responded, showing off clearly.
"You are quite self-aware."
When Shiratiao talked about this matter, there was no look of dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, he looked a little bit dumbfounded: "But it's a pity that you guessed wrong."
"You have the crime-solving talents that I have always dreamed of possessing, Uehara.
"I know you may have wondered why I, a kid from a rich family, became a police officer, but I can tell you sincerely that what I envy you most is not that you chased Miwako, but that you are far beyond my thinking.
ability."
Poking his forehead with his right index finger, Shiratori Rensaburo said with some emotion: "The simplest thing is that during the time when you were seriously injured and hospitalized, the sleeping Mouri Kogoro became famous.
"Every time, I tried desperately to catch the clues left by the murderer at the crime scene, but in the end it always seemed like I was spinning in a maze.
"This sense of frustration makes me always feel that I am not worthy of wearing this police badge. The justice I have always wanted to implement can only be carried out with the help of a detective. Do you know that feeling? Uehara?
"I'm really jealous of you.
"I even sometimes wonder if I would have gotten used to having detectives help me in cases without your presence, and would have gradually become accustomed to it.
"It's ridiculous, this kind of contradictory mentality. You are obviously lazy and cunning, and you often do illegal operations in private, but it has become another belief in my police career.
"I will want to learn your thinking and your logical deduction ability in private, and I will even wonder if the reason why I am not able to be like you is because I have limited the expansion of my thinking by following the rules since I was a child."
woman?
That's really important.
But for Shiratiao, adhering to legal justice is the number one goal in his heart.
The police badge is proof of courage, and the police are the embodiment of justice.
This has been his firm belief since he was a child.
Even if someone has told him countless times that there are bad people in the police system, even if he has witnessed the exposure of bad police officers with his own eyes.
Because along the way, he has seen too many police officers who stick to their posts and use their own strength to uphold law and justice, arrest murderers, punish evil and promote good, and even lose their lives because of it.
Uehara Katsumi was also in this group, but he did not die and survived.
The frivolous smile on Uehara Katsuki's face gradually disappeared with his friend's heartfelt words. He bared his teeth and pulled his hair, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"How about we talk about Nagato Hideomi? You suddenly made it so heavy, and I always feel a little uncomfortable."
It is obvious that the leader of the Anti-Uehara Katsuki Alliance Front should be Shiratori Rensaburo's correct approach.
"I have no interest in Nagato Hideomi, but I am very interested in the organization that Gin belongs to."
Shiratori Rensaburo smiled, lowered his head and pinched the calluses on his hands: "Uehara, can you tell me about that organization?"
"uh-huh?"
"I don't want to see you die."
"..."
Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows and gave him a strange look: "Can I understand that you are cursing me?"
"Behind me stands the Shiratori Consortium. I am the only son of the Shiratori Consortium, and I am also a policeman."
Speaking of this, Shiratori Rensaburo took a deep breath, turned to look at his friend and said: "I can, I also have the ability to help you within a certain range, Uehara."