"Jiang Xia..." Why did it look like he had just come back from scheming Ireland? It was obviously the cadre himself who was having bad luck, and Uzo, who was passing by, was just fulfilling his duty of "maintaining his image as a just detective" and saving him.
Just a patrolman who almost got his head shot...
The coffee quality in this shop is very good.
Jiang Xia quickly put those troubles behind her, drank slowly, and enjoyed the good time at the moment.
Halfway through the drink, I suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed like it was night time.
He looked at the remaining half cup of refreshing coffee, hesitated for a moment, and simply continued drinking: he drank it all, and there was actually no difference between half a cup and one cup. And thinking about it carefully, for him, insomnia at night was not a bad thing.
At the worst, I could go out for a few spins and see if there are any cases calling for fake detectives.
Just as I was thinking about it, a siren suddenly sounded from the street through the window.
Jiang Xia turned to look out the window and saw a police car roaring towards her and stopping at the red light intersection next to the coffee shop.
Judging from its direction, it seems to be going to the place where someone fell just now.
Through the half-open window, Jiang Xia saw a few familiar people in the car at a glance: Mao Lilan and Conan were sitting in the back, and Maori Kogoro was in the passenger seat.
In the driver's seat is Miwako Sato, a haggard policewoman who works overtime.
Jiang Xia's eyes lit up, and when the four of them were stopped at a red light, he ran out of the cafe and went straight to them - he had already asked for early settlement when ordering. Now it seems that this is indeed what a detective should have.
good habits.
…
Mao Lilan was sitting in the car, originally a little anxious.
At this time, she suddenly heard the wind chimes on the door of a shop next to the side street ringing.
She looked around randomly and saw the person running out. She was suddenly startled: "Jiang Xia?"
"Yeah." Jiang Xia appeared next to the police car in the blink of an eye. Even if he was running for his life, he had never seen him move so quickly. He looked around the environment and quietly reached out to pull the car door, "What happened?"
When Officer Sato saw him rubbing against the car so naturally, his eyes twitched and he shouted in a low voice: "This is at the intersection!"
...But there are no cars around, and there seems to be no surveillance here. Moreover, Jiang Xia looks like he is determined to get in the car, and it seems difficult to persuade him to leave. It may be more dangerous if he continues to stay on the road.
After a brief hesitation, Officer Sato silently unlocked the car door. After all, if there was another person following outside, it would affect her racing speed later.
Jiang Xia used his experience of rubbing cars for a long time and got into the car as he wished.
After he sat firmly, he turned around and closed the door. His movements were silky smooth and didn't even take a second.
Just as the red light ended, the police car started again.
Through the rearview mirror, Officer Sato cast a disapproving look, seemingly planning to send him to the traffic police for education later.
In the back seat, Conan, who skateboards along motor lanes, non-motor lanes, walls and bus bodies all year round, doesn't have much objection to this kind of hitchhiking behavior.
He moved inside to make room for Jiang Xia, his face looking a little solemn.
…
The vehicle started again. Jiang Xia looked at a few acquaintances beside him and asked the question again: "What happened?"
The other people were not surprised that Jiang Xia suddenly appeared from the roadside coffee shop. After all, Jiang Xia often went to various places to catch cats, and from time to time he went to find clients of all walks of life and personalities, and occasionally helped his exploiter.
The boss of a high school student works part-time, and he also likes to go racing in the middle of the night... It doesn't seem strange for him to appear in any corner of Tokyo at any time.
Mouri Kogoro didn't think too much. When Jiang Xia asked, he angrily repeated what happened just now:
"I won a fortune yesterday by betting on horse racing. There happened to be a new store opening in the food street, so I took Xiaolan and Conan to have a taste. Speaking of which, although the store's consumption is high, their beer tastes delicious.
It’s really a masterpiece. I’ll take you with me when I have time... Oh, no, you can’t appreciate it yet.”
Jiang Xia: "..." Huh, naive. Who says he can't appreciate it? Leave the name of the store, and tomorrow he will... let the puppet go and buy it back.
Mao Lilan poked Mao Li Kogoro: "Dad, tell the important point!"
Mouri Kogoro came to his senses and knocked on his drunken head.
He said seriously: "We were eating in that outdoor restaurant, and suddenly the clerk came over with a phone and said that someone called the store and asked me to transfer."
…
At that time, Mouri Kogoro had just picked up the phone when he heard a voice that wanted to beat him: "Former police officer, long time no see - I heard that you have resigned and become a detective?"
When Mouri Kogoro heard this tone and title, he had a vague premonition:
After he resigned, he was treated as a "former policeman". Except for his former colleagues, the rest were basically looking for trouble - after all, the police industry is the natural enemy of criminals, and those who were sent to prison by them were
After being detained for a few years and then released, some of them will become new people, while others only want revenge.
Mouri Kogoro frowned: "Who are you?"
"Hmph, noble people really forget things. It's me." The tone of the person on the other side of the phone became cold and he announced his name, "Reiji Himuro."
This surname is not too common.
Mouri Kogoro recalled for a moment and suddenly had an impression: "That bank robber I sent in? You came out so quickly?"
"That's right." Although Mouri Kogoro successfully recognized him, the content mentioned in his words was obviously not pleasant.
Himuro Reiji smiled ugly: "You are so laid-back. Others live in fear because of you, but you still have the heart to take the children out to enjoy the meal - haha, by the way, you probably don't know yet,
Someone is going to die because of you soon."
As he spoke, he stood in the building opposite the restaurant, and waved condescendingly to Moori Kogoro through the window.
Waiting for Mouri Kogoro and others to finish paying the bill and rush over to arrest them, Himuro Reiji did not leave.
…
In the police car, Kogoro Mouri punched his thigh angrily while recalling: "I asked him what he meant, but he only said mysteriously, "It's too late now. What else do I want to do to you?"
Living with guilt all my life..."
As he spoke, he sighed, feeling a little tired: "Actually, I hope this is just a joke, but according to my experience, the harsh words uttered by criminals with criminal records are 80% true.
"So I tried to call the police, and then I learned that at the time Himuro called me, someone really died - the person fell from an abandoned building and died."
