The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Put money on your own face and return the prince."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, whose cheeks were flushed flushed, let out a snort, and then let out a silly laugh.

Scattered long hair plucks the strings of the dark night, the lingering sound lingers on the beam, warm and fragrant.

"If you dare to mess around, I will, I will cut you off."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu's right hand was scissor-shaped, and he poked twice on the soldier who had taken off his armor.

"What are you talking about, I'm not Brother Cheng."

"Who is Brother Cheng?"

"Campus Romance No. 1, the campus legend when I was in school, is still regarded as a guiding light by some people."

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Xiazhiqiu Shiyu only thought that his mouth was habitually driving the train again.

Maybe it was because of being too tired from playing, but soon, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu fell asleep sweetly in the sound of the bedtime story.

Atsuto Yamashita gently covered her with a quilt, and then fell asleep.

"Good night."

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"Morning, Yamashita-kun."

"Morning, Senior Jiang Chuan."

"I heard that your fiancée went to Osaka for a book signing?"

"Yeah, it's so sad. Now I can only go home and video with her every night. Let's not talk about it. I'll deal with the documents first."

A week later, Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who had finished the signing in Tokyo, went to Osaka with the people from Johnny's Publishing House.

Atsuto Yamashita, who had completely forgotten about Hanayamain Hoshino who wanted to be a mistress, no longer had the habit of staying in bed.

He seems to have gotten used to the time when Kasumigaoka Shiyu kept urging himself to get up every morning.

"Life is, after all, a process of getting used to and being used to."

Atsuto Yamashita, who had closed the office door, turned on the computer and made a video call on time.Grabbing a document that hadn't been written at all in his hand, he began to work hard.

"Huh? Officer Yamashita?"

However, to his surprise, the one who answered the phone was not his fiancée Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, but the auspicious beast Mao Lilan.

"Xiaolan? Why are you in Shiwa's room? No, why are you in Osaka?"

Benedictine Yamashita was stunned.

"Oh, when I was shopping for daily necessities at Mihua Department Store, I won two Osaka travel coupons, with food and lodging included. Thinking that Kazuya and the others haven't seen each other for a long time, I brought Conan to Osaka."

"Coincidentally, the hotel I stayed in was the same hotel as Shiyu's."

Mao Lilan's smile in front of the camera was extraordinarily sweet and innocent, but Toshita Yamashita only felt his scalp numb and his hands and feet were cold.

"So, what is Shiyu doing now?"

"She's putting on makeup. She and I are going to go shopping in Osaka with Kazuya today."

"Understood, then I'll hang up first."

Atsuto Yamashita nodded solemnly, then quickly hung up the video, and immediately dialed the number of a Shinigami elementary school student.

"Hello? What do you want from me, Yamashita?"

Conan, who was woken up by the phone early in the morning, yawned sleepily with a nightcap on his head.

"You go back to Tokyo immediately! Back to Tokyo, did you hear that!!!"

In the next second, Atsuto Yamashita's roar, which could be called earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods, directly shook the drowsiness in Conan's mind: "I will reimburse the travel expenses! Hurry up and come back to me!!!"

"Tokyo needs you, what are you doing in Osaka?!"

"The homicide case in Tokyo can't satisfy you anymore?!"

Early in the morning, Conan, who was far away in Osaka for this date, was in a good mood, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "You are crazy!"

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Conan really felt that Atsuto Yamashita, a policeman, was mentally ill.

He didn't go to work early in the morning and actually played a deadly serial call to let him go back to Tokyo.

Are you kidding me? After all, Xiaolan and Xiaolan had a chance to live in a fair and honest world, let him go back?

Don't even think about it!

There is absolutely no such possibility!

Although it is a bit weird to say that you are dating a high school girlfriend with the body of a sub-elementary school student, but it is not a problem when it comes to love.

Invincible love!

rush!You can rush!

"Hey, Kudo, are you awake? Why did you knock on the door for a long time without answering?"

The No. 1 son of the Osaka police circle, the image spokesperson of Kurotan Roasted Duck High School, Hattori Kuroji Heiji pushed open the hotel door impatiently after knocking on the door for a long time without any results, and Conan got out of bed in a hurry with his mouth wide open. Get up and run out.

"Keep your voice down! This is a hotel, not your home! Also! How many times have you told me not to call me Kudo!"

"Ah, sorry sorry."

Hattori Heiji, who was carelessly sitting on the sofa and turned on the TV, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Conan really convinced.

This person is a madman, and he is called Kudo every time we meet.

This meant that Xiaolan knew his true identity a long time ago, otherwise she would die a lot of brain cells just looking for homonyms.

"But it's okay, this hotel is so high-end, and the sound insulation effect is very good. Besides, I'll just call you Kudo. There are so many Japanese with this surname. Who knew you were Kudo Shinichi."

In the case that Mao Lilan already knew Conan's true identity, Hattori Heiji's answer seemed to make sense.

only……

"Yuan Shan, Ye and Xiazhiqiu Shiyu don't know my true identity yet, so don't try to change your concept for me here."

Conan, who grew up rapidly after being tricked by Yamashita Toshito, quickly found out the loopholes in his words and turned back.

Hattori Heiji had nothing to say, he admitted his mistake decisively and stopped making excuses, and then changed the subject in an extremely blunt tone: "What did you just do? Ring the doorbell for half a day and don't answer me, call you to show that you are on the phone?"

"Nothing, that guy from Yamashita wants me to go back to Tokyo to help him solve the case."

Conan's eyes suddenly became a little erratic.

"Huh? Say it again? Atsuto Yamashita invited you back to Tokyo to solve the case?!"

As if hearing some joke, Hattori Heiji's eyes were full of jokes: "I'm afraid he thinks that your own death attribute will implicate Kasumigaoka Shiwa who is holding a new book signing in Osaka?"

The expressionless Conan raised his wrist silently, aiming the scope of the anesthesia needle at the teasing Osaka Heitantou.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say it."

Hattori Heiji obediently raised his hands in surrender.

He also heard Conan complain about those rumors made by Atsushi Yamashita, and to be honest, he just found it funny at most.

As a well-known Kansai detective with Shinichi Kudo, Hattori Heiji personally encountered as many cases as Conan.

However, Atsuto Yamashita wants to put the aura of "Reaper Elementary School Student" on Conan's head, and the "sinister" intentions can be imagined.

"I seriously doubt how that guy graduated from Tokyo University."

As soon as he mentioned this, Conan, who was so angry, had a look of grief and anger in his eyes.

I have never seen such an outrageous policeman since I grew up. Do you really think he is a body summoned by bad luck?

If it's really that bad, can she still win the Osaka tour lottery while accompanying Xiaolan to the shopping mall to buy daily necessities?

It's impossible to think about it with your ass.

"You should reflect on yourself, Ko-Conan."

Hattori Heiji, who was almost bald, changed his words immediately, and put his right hand on the head of the elementary school student in front of him and rubbed it.

Needless to say, it feels really good.

No wonder Mori Kogoro and Yamashita Atsuto rub each other when they are angry.

"Reflect on what?"

Conan, who broke free from his clutches, was very dissatisfied.

"Why am I called a detective, but you are the spokesperson for death?"

"........."

"roll!!!"

Conan was furious and broke the toothbrush in his hand. Fortunately, there were spares in the bathroom.

Meanwhile, in room 2552.

Mao Lilan and Toyama Kazuha in front of the dressing table looked at the cosmetics that Kasumigaoka Shiwa took out from the suitcase, and envy flashed in their eyes.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old female high school students already know how to dress themselves up, and the pile of lipstick and foundation in front of them undoubtedly has a huge temptation for them.

They are all brands.

After a rough estimate of the value, Mao Lilan, who has always lived on a budget, was secretly speechless.

"They're all the latest models, Shi Yu."

Although Yuan Shan and Ye are the second generation of official officials, they have never had much money, and they are even more envious.

"It's okay. Oh, by the way, do you want to try the effect?"

"Eh?"

Mao Lilan and Yuan Shanheye were surprised.