The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Investigate a case that has already been closed and sealed? What do you want to do?"

The white Mazda was stuck in the middle of the elevated highway. Hearing the request from the bluetooth headset, Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows and leaned his elbows by the window, feeling very surprised.

As a public security officer, he is well aware of the unspoken rules of the Tokyo police—no, it should be said that the entire Japanese police circle has this unspoken rule.

Unless something monstrous is really involved, it would be tantamount to a public slap in the face to directly bring out the closed case and restart the investigation.

There was absolutely no need for Atsuto Yamashita to do this, especially since he had just failed a mission.

"I don't want to do anything, I just know one thing. My police badge tells me that I can't just sit idly by."

Toru Amuro, who was stirring the chewing gum in his mouth with his tongue and pressing the horn with one hand to signal the cars next to him not to jam indiscriminately, had nothing to say about this reason.

"You can choose not to interfere."

"That's why I'm a policeman and not a police officer."

Atsuto Yamashita leaned on the railing of the balcony at home, stared at Kasumigaoka Shiyu who was crouching on the sofa reading and reviewing in the living room, and said softly with a smile.

The Japanese public security doesn't need someone like him who likes to show off his strength and pretend to be a hero.

As for Toru Amuro himself...

Don't forget, he was an undercover agent in the winery for many years, and he was used to life and death, even slander.

The matter in the police case is nothing to him at all, and it will not endanger national security.

Amuro Toru's undercover winery must have done N multiple tasks to be able to enter. Is it possible that Amuro Toru will not kill people during these tasks?

It is impossible that Toru Amuro has never done anything illegal and criminal.

Taking a step back, this guy who dared to blatantly staged a car chase on the elevated highway did not care about whether the dense traffic around him would cause a series of car accidents and lead to tragedy.

Not every driver has Toru Amuro's superb drag racing skills.

Atsuto Yamashita seriously suspects that Yumi Miyamoto of the transportation department will be very likely to be outraged and have a cerebral hemorrhage after seeing that scene.

An Akai Hideo from the FBI has been shooting guns, an Erham who is from the public security is all over the street, and there is a Curacao——

Oh, Curacao has already been arrested, and Gin has also been arrested, so the theatrical version of "Gin's Nightmare" should not appear.

[It's a pity for my Osprey. 】

The man smacked his mouth, his eyes full of regret.

Forget it, it's better to be a down-to-earth person than anything else. Qin Jiu, the wild wolf, has already been imprisoned, so it's not easy to toss about.

Let's tease Conan.

After receiving Toru Amuro's consent, Atsuto Yamashita hung up the phone.

Push open the floor-to-ceiling windows, step into the living room, and start tutoring Shi Yu with her homework.

As a graduate of Dongda University, he can also be a good tutor.

Two 10 minutes later.

"Teacher, behave yourself!" The shamed Kasumigaoka Shiyu picked up the information book and threw it on the man's head.

It seems that the thunder is loud, but the rain is actually small.

"Don't contradict the teacher, Shi Yu. I'm teaching you a foreign language. Study hard, don't think you understand it well now, in fact, there is no limit to learning, can you understand—"

Atsuto Yamashita's smirk stopped abruptly the moment the phone rang, and the notes from the university teacher were clearly visible on the lit phone screen.

"Teacher Inoue?"

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"I don't understand, I give up, I don't understand anything."

Rice Flower Town, Aso Clinic, second floor.

Asakusa, whose eyes were like dead fish, was sitting on a small bench, looking at Huihara Ai who was wearing a white coat and was pointing at the pile of derivation formulas on the small blackboard with a pointer in his hand. A word popped out between the teeth.

Hui Yuanai, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his small nose, raised the corners of his mouth, and tapped the hard pointer on the man's notebook on the coffee table, and knocked a few times: "Then today's theoretical class will be remedial here, and the experimental class will be completed in the evening." At the beginning, you go through the experiment first, and I will teach on the spot."

Although listening to the class, he could already hear his head buzzing, but Asagi still nodded instinctively.

Ever since Qin Jiu was arrested and saw a bunch of undercover exposures, Hui Yuan Ai, who seemed to have completely healed his heart disease, became a bit overwhelming for him.

Switching back and forth between adults and children every day.

It can be both childlike and noble at the same time.

The most important thing is - when Atsuto Yamashita was hospitalized, and he didn't come to harass him or ask him to play games with him, Aso successfully completed the final exam of the first stage, and now he has started to study for the second stage.

"Also, I have already graded your test paper for your weekly exam last weekend. Unfortunately, you still failed."

Hui Yuanai, who was already familiar with Aso's real state, turned around and took out the graduate student's roll that was caught in the primary school homework book, and spread it out in front of the former.

The bright red score of 32 is very dazzling. Asahi really wanted to tear up the test paper after seeing it.

He really wants to get a high score, but what can he do if this new knowledge doesn't get into his head? !

Now he really wants to use his university's professional knowledge to dissect Hui Yuan Ai to see how this person's brain grows.

APTX-4869 Can such anti-human things be made by humans? !

"Hey, Chengshi, how much did you score in this weekly exam? Did you get 30 points?"

Atsuto Yamashita's phone call arrived late, and Aso pressed the answer button, his teeth itch: "How dare you talk?

I threw the test paper on the ground and stepped on a few multiple-choice questions to get such a point. "

When he was in the hospital, Atsuto Yamashita was bored and did a test paper written by Haibara Ai, and the result was a shocking 3 points.

2 points are for the multiple-choice questions, and the other is for the neatness of the paper, because he only did multiple-choice questions, and did not write anything else, and did not move a single word.

"You know what a fart. I don't major in this. It's not bad if I can understand a multiple-choice question."

In the absence of relevant knowledge accumulation, there is no plug-in to open from the repair card background.

Unless he directly replaced Huiyuan's brain with his own.

"Stop talking nonsense, why are you calling me?" Ma Sheng really didn't bother to talk nonsense with this thick-skinned man.

He still has to study hard.

Although this medicine A was difficult, it had to be said that it really aroused his desire to challenge.

"It's not me, it's the school. The graduation season is coming, and they are going to invite me back to give a speech." Atsuto Yamashita put his arms around the waist of the girl next to the pillow, and his tone was quite emotional.

He also became an outstanding graduate of Dongda University.

"So? Why are you calling me when you go back to give a speech?"

"I would like to ask you to fix Edogawa Conan in the clinic for me honestly on the day I return to my alma mater to give a speech, and weld his legs to me!

Mori Kogoro will be there as a special guest that day, I don't want to call the police on the spot, understand? "

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Toshita Yamashita immediately filled with resentment.

Mori Kogoro, who graduated from Mihua University, went to Dongda University to join in the fun.

Although he is indeed the guiding light of his career as a policeman, but he invited all the bright lights of East Dalian together, isn't it a little too polite?

"If Conan knew that you disliked him so much, he would definitely jump up and hit your knee again."

Apartment bedroom, bed.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu with disheveled hair was beside him after the man hung up the phone and was overjoyed, with a clear and sweet laugh.

"This is my journey to return to my hometown, and I must not be disturbed by the god of death."

Atsuto Yamashita recalled the phone call he had just received, with an extremely firm expression on his face.

Dongda is not Mori Kogoro's home game, as long as he is there, there will be no accidents, as long as Conan is not brought.

Chapter 390 IX The Wealth Does Not Return Home, Like Traveling at Night in Brocade Clothes (3k)

Atsuto Yamashita himself counted on his fingers, trying to recall whether he had the experience of going back to his alma mater to pretend to be a bully.

But after reminiscing and reminiscing, I found that there was really nothing.

Graduated from university——police academy training——joined the Metropolitan Police Department.

Every step of his career has been extremely stable.

"It's strange to say that, judging by the entry time, I'm indeed a new recruit. But why do I always have the illusion that I'm already a senior?"

Standing in front of the mirror, trying on a tailor-made suit from a clothing store, Atsuto Yamashita scratched his head, puzzled.

Now think about it, what has he experienced in these few months? !How many cases were solved? !

Didn't realize until now.

Ke Xueshi was indeed so terrifying that people couldn't help but gasp.

"The criminal police are supposed to solve cases and maintain the level of law and order in Tokyo. Doesn't the more cases you solve show your ability? It's not surprising."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was wearing light pink home clothes, was wearing a tie for her fiancé. Hearing this, she couldn't help pinching his cheek, and said funnyly: "Besides, isn't it because you have the illusion that you are a senior senior? Has the Metropolitan Police Department learned how to catch fish from those old-timers who are good at fishing?"

Before Atsuto Yamashita, there had never been a newcomer who had just joined the Metropolitan Police Department who dared to fish at the station every day;

Before Atsuto Yamashita, water paddling was the patent of veteran employees.

The degree of oppression of newcomers in the Japanese workplace is notoriously terrifying. Most of the social animals who have just stepped out of the ivory tower have to go through a loving education from the seniors before they can officially get on the right track.

Take Takagi, Shiratori and Sato as an example.

One of these three people is an ordinary person, one is a rich second generation, and the other is a police family.

But in the rookie period, the things these three did were not much different, and they studied diligently and conscientiously every day.

The most is that Takagi's workload will be a little more compared to the other two, and Sato's workload will be a little more than that of Shiratori Rensaburo.

Other than that, no more.

Until the birth of Akatsuki Yamashita.

Arriving late and leaving early to catch fish, smoking and drinking to burn your head, changing your hairstyle every month when you get your salary, and sitting at work with a thermos cup sprinkled with goji berries can last a whole day.

This is his normal state of fishing in the early days.

Until that bastard Conan took an ashtray and hit him on the back of the head when he was unsuspecting.