Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

"Agh! It's so cold..." Sneezed, Takagi, who seemed to have caught a cold, sighed at the erratic weather while processing documents.

Shui Jianyue sat next to him, and did not talk to him, with a light-hearted look, writing and drawing mysteriously.

"Ah, it's so cold..." Sato Mikazu also came in sneezing, with a pair of dead fish eyes, expressing her helplessness for the weather that could change.

"Obviously I reminded you about cooling down a few days ago, I don't care, by the way, has the councillor named Tunkou have any plans recently?" Mizumayue said casually.

Takagi said next to him that the baby was bitter: "If the police officer supplements the police and reminds me by the way, I will definitely care."

Of course, since it is painful in my heart, I only dare to say it in my heart.

Sato Miwako pouted: "I really don't know when this congressman offended you. Obviously now that the evidence is solid, the arrest warrant will be approved in a few days, and you have to ask eight times a day, for fear that he will run away? "

"I think I'm a little neurotic. I always feel that the congressman's activities are very deep, and it is easy to make changes."

"It's good to be happy, but he really added an itinerary. Tomorrow, there will be a memorial service for the deceased film director Shukan Zhaomin at the Cuphu City Hotel. Shigehiko Tonguchi's public itinerary indicates that he will attend."

Tsukune Mizuma stood up with a swipe, so frightened that Takagi next to him almost knocked over the information.

Sato Miwako is quite used to it. For her, Mizumayuki has been abnormal for a long time, but she doesn't know what he is crazy about this time.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. Can you take two days off for me today and tomorrow?" The words were interrogative, but the person had already left.

"By the way," Mizumayue suddenly turned around: "It's going to snow tomorrow, so hurry up and get your scarf ready."

"This guy, when is he the weather forecaster? And isn't the intention too obvious." Sato Miwako shook his head helplessly, staring at someone's back.

After leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, Shui Jianyue stopped a taxi directly to go to the Cuphu City Hotel. In the car, he didn't care whether the taxi driver would hear him or not. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Lin Miao's number. Said: "Hello? Lin Miao, your chance to take revenge is here! Those people will be there..."

After putting down the phone, Mizumayue noticed through the rearview mirror that the driver's expression was a little stiff, and quickly explained: "Did the content of my call scare you? I'm sorry, it was just a joke between me and my friends. Tone, I'm not a bad person, you see this is my police officer card, I'm a policeman."

There is no way to explain so much. The big brother of the driver estimated that he planned to drive directly into a telephone pole without explaining it, and this "criminal who was contacted for revenge as soon as he was released from the Metropolitan Police Department" died together.

Whether the taxi driver believes it or not, at least Mizuma has arrived at the Cuphu City Hotel safely... Well, let's step on the spot.

Later in the day, Mizumayue and Wei Xinghu, who had nothing to do and came to Japan to volunteer to be Mizumayue's thug, discussed the details of the action over the phone.

"…do you understand?"

"Isn't it that I'm going to stand beside the old man who drives the car company during the memorial service, and kick the old man when the slideshow is turned off? I can't remember anything."

"Remember, you must kick it down hard. He is an old member of the black organization. You don't need to take into account his old age. You must make him incapacitated!"

"It's their unfortunate fact that you are an opponent who doesn't respect the old and love the young!"

"Hum..."

In the evening, Sato Miwako's house.

A meteorologist on TV was spitting: "Although this cold air suddenly hit Japan without warning, snowfall requires the accumulation of water vapor, so there will be no snowfall within a week, citizens don't need to worry The travel situation, survived this wave of cold air, this year is still a warm winter where you can wear stockings and short skirts!"

Miwako Sato leaned on her chin to watch TV, hesitating in her heart whether to trust the experts or the words of Tsuki Mizuma, and the scarf that should be stored at the bottom of the closet.

In the end, Mikazu Sato still thought it was better to find all the scarves first. Taking a deep breath, Mikako Sato walked into her room, stood in front of the oversized wardrobe, and slowly opened the wardrobe.

Facing him was a mountain of clothes, and a huge shadow had already shrouded Sato Miwako's figure... "Mmm!... Linde!"

A minute later, a jade hand stretched out from the clothes team on the ground: "Shui Jianyue, if it doesn't snow tomorrow, you will be dead..."