The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

[Seeing that you are so tired, I won’t wake you up. Unfortunately, I also got up late in the morning, so I don’t have time to prepare your lunch.

Ps: I will definitely be the one who wins next time. 】

There was a string of elegant characters on the small card on the bedside table, and Yamashita stretched his waist, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hello? Chengshi? Have you eaten at noon?"

"Didn't eat, didn't cook, hung up."

"Come on, I'll discuss something with you, and I'll borrow the computer in your clinic to read some information. You know, my computer at home is not safe with Shiyu."

Atsuto Yamashita, who got up with squinted eyes, looked left and right, and finally found the floppy disk in the pocket of his jeans under the bed.

"Information? The winery?"

"Well, a diary left by a programmer who had a deal with the winery, I think it should be a little rewarding."

Wearing a pair of underpants, Atsuto Yamashita, brushing his teeth and washing his face, explained in detail the situation of Taku Itakura's case yesterday on the phone.

"I understand."

The matter is of great importance, Asagi, who was about to leave the laboratory to cook, nodded honestly.Hui Yuanai, who was doing the experiment, pushed his glasses, thoughtfully: "Programmers related to the organization?"

"Call Itakura Taku, do you have any impression?"

"Absolutely not."

"You were really high-level in the organization before? Why don't you know anything?"

Hui Yuanai raised the test tube in his hand, and Ma Chengshi confessed on the spot: "Think I didn't say anything."

More than half an hour later, Ma Chengshi looked at his friends who were picking up various dishes at the dinner table with twitching corners of his eyes, and the hash mark could be seen faintly on his forehead: "Didn't you say you came to borrow the computer? Why did you still have dinner? "

"Chengshi, it's a pity that no one appreciates your craftsmanship. I'm afraid you'll be self-admired, so I'm here to be a fan and praise you." Atsuto Yamashita, who had three mouthfuls of food and one mouthful of rice, was very satisfied.

It would be great if Shiyu also had such a good craftsmanship......

"I thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks, haven't you already prepared this big table of dishes and waited for me to taste it?"

"Charges."

"As usual, put it on the gin bill."

——? !

Clang!

The sound of the porcelain bowl being smashed on the dining table was particularly crisp, and Hui Yuanai, a patient with gin wine PTSD, suddenly shrank his pupils, facing two probing gazes.

"……I'm stuffed."

Hui Yuanai, who was regarded as "no one" by the people at the foot of the mountain, put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Wait a minute, Huiyuan."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was chewing beef, stopped Hui Yuan Ai from leaving the table.

Then, she saw a disk and handed it to herself.

"Cheng Shi told me that you are terribly afraid of gin, as if you got gin ptsd. No, it should be the winery ptsd."

Atsuto Yamashita reluctantly put down his chopsticks, and put the "Tokyo Panzhihua Auto Repair Manual" that he brought over in front of Huihara Ai.

"?"

Hui Yuanai glanced at the floppy disk, then at the auto repair manual, and slowly typed a question mark.

"I'm not asking you to fix the car, I'm teaching you how to make money, a lot of money."

Seeing that Hui Yuan Ai seemed to have misunderstood him, Atsuto Yamashita snapped his fingers at Aso Shishi.The latter rolled his eyes and threw a sticky note and ballpoint pen over.

"You are afraid of gin. I guess it is because gin has left a great psychological shadow on you. Therefore, if you want to get rid of this shadow, you must persecute—no, then you must eliminate the influence of gin on you. The original impression left in my heart."

After sketching a stickman wearing a hat on a sticky note with just a few strokes, the master lecture belonging to Atsuto Yamashita began: "It's hard to deal with him, so you can start from other aspects and gradually eliminate his influence on you." The shadow left in my heart. Personally, I recommend shooting that Porsche 356A, because it is worth the money."

Under Haibara Ai's almost dull gaze, Yamashita Atsuto drew a few horizontal lines and four circles next to the stick figure gin, representing a Porsche 500A worth 2356 million US dollars.

"The disk I gave you contains the movements of Gin and his party over time, which means we have the upper hand now. As long as it is hidden in advance, it can be removed when Gin and others take action parts of his car.

Just imagine, when Qin Jiu and others came back from their mission and saw the car that couldn't start, what kind of expression would it be?Don't you look forward to it? "

"Also, we can also give the dismantled parts to a friend of mine and sell them in the underground trading market, maybe they will be bought back by gin. In this way, you can earn money and use it to buy various Famous brand bags, and being able to disgust gin with your own strength, and also alleviate the terrible impression of gin in your heart, isn't it three times the happiness?"

Confident Atsuto Yamashita sketched a few abstract-looking stick figures on the note paper, and described the blueprint of the future to Haibara Ai.

"How? Do you understand?"

Chapter 220 Eight We Are Both God and Devil

"What's the matter, your expression?"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to get rid of the shadow of gin."

"A friend of mine from the FBI told me that your sister Miyano Akemi is not actually dead, but has already participated in the witness protection program under their arrangement and left Japan to a new place that no one knows about."

"If you are still afraid of gin to the bone in the future, what if your sister's information is exposed?"

Rice Flower Town, Aso Clinic.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was sitting on a chair and feasting, glanced at Haibara Ai whose eyes seemed to be dull, and carefully analyzed the future for her.

As a matter of fact, Ma Sheng was holding back his laughter when he heard it, and he called him an expert in his heart.

He really couldn't imagine Hui Yuanai, a cold research girl, stealing the battery.

Even if it was a gin battery.

However, although the contrast was a bit big, he still looked forward to it.

Hui Yuan Ai's fear of gin, he has already seen a general idea in these days of getting along, if he can use this rare opportunity to eliminate those negative influences, it would be a good choice.

"...Atsuto Yamashita, are you crazy?"

Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out, Huihara Ai asked slowly.

"It used to be, but now there is a high probability that it will be a good one."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was gnawing on the leg of lamb, didn't care about Haibara's attitude: "Think about it seriously. factory fear. Gin is the first step you need to overcome."

"first step?"

"The study of aptx-4869 is indispensable for the financial support of the winery, even if there is Kudo Shinichi, who is taking advantage of it, he will invest money in it."

"…………"

Haibara Ai looked at Yamashita Atsuto as if looking at a fool.

"I went to the lab."

The girl with drooping eyelids got off the table, and the brown turtleneck sweater was gradually covered by a snow-white coat.

"Eh? No, can you tell me if you want to go or not? Don't you want the latest Prada bag? Isn't Chanel Gucci good?"

"I'm not interested in participating in your game. Of course, if you force me to participate, you can tell me who your FBI friend is."

Hui Yuan Ai who disappeared at the stairs on the second floor left an extremely chic back view for the two of them.

"What do you think, let her be a primary school student to steal the battery?" At the dining table, Asahi looked at the simple and abstract stick figure on the sticky note with a real amused look.

"You call such a pupil?"

"At least from the outside, it's true." Asao, who had only seen Hui Yuan Ai, was actually more used to her status as a primary school student.

Unlike Kudo Shinichi, he really watched the high school detective grow bigger and smaller.

deep impression.

The video backup is still in his computer, and it was saved by Atsuto Yamashita.

"Whatever, it's just a suggestion. It doesn't matter if she doesn't go, it won't delay my making money. Come and eat, don't be polite."

In essence, the reason why Atsuto Yamashita invited Haibara Ai to participate in this operation was mostly to satisfy his own bad taste.

When Qin Jiu yelled "Ah, Shirley" with an evil face, he found that Shirley had stolen his battery, that scene...

Gee tut.

I'm afraid it wasn't his blond hair that turned white on the spot.

"You are so polite! This is my home, I cook the food." Ma Sheng rolled his eyes.

"These words are all the same, the same." Haha Toruto Yamashita planned to get away with it.

"Aren't you going to take the disk away?"

"Let's let you go first, let it go to my house, I'm afraid Shiyu will find out. If she's curious, it's over."

To be on the safe side, it's the safest thing to do in Macheng.

At most, the black-bellied Huiyuan Ai who is curious about the content will take it and have a look.

"…………"

On the second floor of the clinic, Hui Yuanai, who was leaning against the stairs, listened to the bragging and farting of the two men downstairs, his expression fluctuating.

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Night, Ali's house.

Hui Yuanai, who was walking back under heavy snow, didn't see the doctor at home, so he simply occupied his computer, and inserted the disk that he had thrown into the medicine cabinet from Masheng into the mainframe.

[The data is being read...]

The familiar screen flash made the corners of Hui Yuanai's mouth rise, and he held the mouse with his right hand.

She really wanted to know what was on this disk, which could make Yamashita Atsuto start planning to steal the gin cart with such determination.

【Obviously just a very ordinary diary——no, the spacing is wrong. 】

After reading the contents of the disk, the boring diary that came into view almost made Hui Yuanai guess in the direction of decryption, but fortunately, she discovered something was wrong in time.

Where the cursor selects, the font set to white will appear immediately.

All the content related to the organization was recorded by Takuo Itakura in this way and stored on the disk.

From when the software he developed was favored by the organization, to being invaded and harassed by people from the organization at home.