The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Hanayamain Hoshino, didn't I tell you before, a die-hard fan of mine came back from the United States."

A hint of pride appeared on Kasumigaoka Shiyu's flushed cheeks.

This is her most fulfilling moment as a writer.

"It's amazing, the book has influence in the United States, it's amazing."

At the same time as the man gave a thumbs up, a wave of rainbow farts patted at the right time: "In time, it won't be a problem to have a reputation surpassing Yusaku Kudo."

"What are you thinking, Kudo Yusaku is a world-renowned writer of mystery novels, one of my idols. Without your help, I wouldn't even be able to write a mystery novel with my half-baked reasoning knowledge."

The girl couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

Yusaku Kudo is a top mystery writer who has been famous for decades, super him?

She might as well think about how to gain the upper hand in the fierce confrontation with Atsuto Yamashita.

Karate is still not practiced enough.

Physical fitness has to be practiced again.

"Your idol?"

Toshita Yamashita raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It's okay, it's okay to surpass Dangdang No. [-]. When you beat him to the ground, you will be No. [-] in the world."

Compared with Yusaku Kudo, who has passed middle age, Kasumigaoka Shiwa has sufficient advantages in age.

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense. I'm going to rest. I'm so tired."

"Go, go, I have to go out to earn milk powder money for our future children. Sigh..."

"Aren't you on paid leave?" Shi Yu stopped in front of the sink and picked up the hair dryer.

"At most, I can go to work later. I am born to work hard, so there is no way."

Yamashita Toshito, who wiped his body clean, sighed, feeling that life is not easy.

"It's hard to make money."

at the same time.

The Metropolitan Police Department searched the first section and forcibly searched the office area of ​​the third department.

The struggling young man Gao Mushe was full of energy, but he saw a figure by the water dispenser next to his work place, which surprised him——

"Yamashita? Did you never get off work at all, or did you get up early?"

"The Mumu Police Department said that the Jiutiao prosecutors over there are pressing hard, so I can only hurry up and write."

Amuro, who worked overtime all night and didn't close his eyes, smiled miserably. His white knuckles and clenched teeth revealed his true mood at the moment when he turned around.

Gao Mushe couldn't help laughing: "If you didn't write it earlier, you would have nothing to do, but you have to wait until a day to write it, and it's not like a child doing summer homework."

"Next time definitely."

Rubbing his wrist with pantothenic acid, Toru Amuro's attitude was extremely perfunctory: "I'll find a place to catch up on sleep first. If the Megure Police Department finds me, you can say that I went home to sleep."

"Hard."

Takagi, who casually flipped through several reports, patted his friend on the shoulder: "The efficiency is getting higher and higher, Yamashita."

Toru Amuro's complexion turned even darker, as if he went to Hattori's house in Osaka to take a sunbath of the same style.

He didn't want to hear the name now.

Not at all.

"Let's work together, I'll go to the administrator's office first, see you later."

Toru Amuro, who lowered his eyelids, said goodbye to Tsuru Takagi, and the terrible state of not sleeping all night surprised Ireland, who was pretending to be Kiyomaga Matsumoto in the administrator's office.

"Bourbon, what is this?"

As a member of the organization, staying up late is commonplace. Why is Bourbon looking so haggard today?

"Taking advantage of the small number of people last night, I used my identity as a person from the mountain to find out the information of Belmode's hospital. This is the address and the distribution map of the guards. You go to inform Gin that they are ready, and I will catch up on sleep first."

Toru Amuro, who fell straight down on the sofa, closed his eyes and threw a document on the coffee table.

"........."

Ireland glanced strangely at the information of the FBI agent who was clichéd in the information——Judy Stein.

Bourbon so haggard can't be...

"He didn't chat with that female FBI all night, did he?"

In a villa in one of the strongholds of the winery in Tokyo.

Shui Wurena looked at the information sent back from Ireland in her hand, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"Vodka, let your people pick up trouble among several high schools in Tokyo, triggering a large-scale violent off-campus brawl, and then all live in the hospital where Belmode is located and various surrounding hospitals. Don't be suspected by the FBI, and use Find out the law and time of the FBI's changing of the guard as quickly as possible."

The thoughts in Gin's mind, with a cigarette in his mouth, turned quickly: "Keir, you were responsible for reporting this news, and then you were threatened and sent threatening letters. Take this opportunity to seek shelter from the Metropolitan Police Department and join Bourbon and Ireland. "

"Curaçao, you are in charge of pretending to be the FBI to pick Belmode away, Bourbon and they will notify you; Vodka and I will drive a helicopter to sweep away the damn FBI, and at the same time attract attention to you. ..."

After the orderly arrangement, Gin's eyes were full of coldness with the brim of his hat lowered.

He is not a passive person, but a person who will take revenge.

The FBI and him have accumulated a lot of old and new enmity, so it just so happened to forget it together this time.

"But gin, the Americans?"

Rena Mizumu frowned, and asked the question she was most concerned about.

This is an armed helicopter.

"That gentleman will take care of it."

Vodka answered Mizumu Rena's doubts for the elder brother.

That gentleman's only love for Belmode's organization made him puzzled.

"Vodka, how's it going over there?"

Gin didn't let the topic continue, but took a new direction.

"The plane is ready, brother." Vodka nodded and said respectfully.

"Then let's get started."

"Yes!"

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"What? You want to participate too?"

"No, no, no, stop joking. What can you do with your small body? Is it a waste of help?"

Rice Flower Town, Aso Clinic.

After the morning exercise, Toruto Yamashita sat on the sofa in the living room on the second floor, shaking his head like a rattle.

Opposite him, sat Edogawa Conan.

"No, Yamashita, listen to me—"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

The excited Conan didn't have time to finish his sentence before he was interrupted by Haibara Ai's knock on the door deliberately.

"Can you two speak in a lower voice? There is still a student who is taking an exam."

Hui Yuanai, who was expressionless, held a fashion magazine in his hand, and pointed to Asakusa who was still biting the tip of his pen at the desk in the room with a sad face.

"…………"

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Atsuto Yamashita turned a blind eye to Cheng Shi's sad eyes seeking help outside the court, and drank the orange juice to himself.

boom!

Hui Yuanai closed the door.

"I promise I won't mess around. You know I still have Lan behind me now. I won't be so stupid as to expose myself. Now I just want to see people from the Black Organization being sent to prison with my own eyes."

Conan, who hadn't moved, was almost rolling on the floor.

"Yes, yes, but..."

"But what?!"

Atsuto Yamashita stroked his chin with his right index finger: "How about asking your old man to support the younger generation Kasumigaoka Shiyu and recommend her books when he is on the show?"

“………………????”

Conan was stunned.

What the hell? ? ?

"Remember not to recommend it too deliberately. I want the feeling that I stumble upon a good book and can't wait to share it with outsiders after reading it."

"why?"

"Your father Kudo Yusaku is Shiwa's idol on the road of novels. With his recommendation and praise, Shiwa should be in a good mood."

Conan was so disgusted that he rolled his eyes: "Should I ask my mother to give you a forward-looking recommendation for the movie adapted from your fiancée's novel?"

"It makes sense, do you want to do it?" Atsuto Yamashita nodded.

"make a deal."

Conan agreed very readily, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

Why don't you recommend a book or a movie to support the younger generation? It's just a play. His parents did a lot before.

"Then do I need to prepare some specific things?" Conan, who had been sneaking into the [Winery Bankruptcy Plan], became inexplicably excited.

"Yes, take care of your brain and don't lose it, otherwise even the gods will not be able to save you."

Atsuto Yamashita smiled deeply.

At least Conan thinks so.

He was about to say something, but he was interrupted by a rush of phone ringing.