The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Conan now misses Atsuto Yamashita very much.

Although this dead policeman has a bad personality, he is happy to let people help solve the case.

If Atsuto Yamashita had been there, he would have been swaggering around the corners of the crime scene looking for clues, why would he be "driven" out after just a few glances like now.

But he's not here now, he's gone back to Dongda University, and he's returning to his hometown.

"Ugh……"

Looking eagerly at the busy policemen in the cordon, Conan sighed, put his hands in his pockets and turned his head away: "Let's go, doctor."

"Eh? Eh, okay." Dr. A Li pushed the suitcase and hurriedly followed.

The moment the roller rubbed against the ground, Conan was stunned by a unique metal impact sound, and then his expression changed, and he turned around quickly!

"Mommy, mommy wow!"

A crying child was lying on the ground and rolling, and the metal buckle on the overalls kept hitting the ground, blurring his hearing.

"New—Conan, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Conan glanced around, and the crowd made him shake his head: "Let's go, Doctor."

One big and one small figures were carrying bags and pushing the suitcases away gradually.

At the same time, the figure hidden in the dark corner of the airport was short of breath, holding on to the railing with both hands, biting a smear of blood from his lips without knowing it.

"The name of the deceased is Yukimura Emi, 36 years old this year. He was an independent fashion designer before his death. According to the information, he had a son and a daughter under his knees. Before that, he lived in the United States all the year round, but gradually separated work and life a year ago. The focus shifted back to Japan."

Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, search section [-] forcible criminals search the office area of ​​the third department.

Takagi Tsubasa, who came back with the detailed information of the deceased, opened the notebook in his hand and explained the information he found.

"Independent fashion designer?"

Miwako Sato frowned when she heard this term for the first time: "This profession doesn't seem to make enemies. What about her relatives?

"Her son and daughter are still in the United States, and they will probably arrive tomorrow night."

"Where's her husband?"

"died."

"Dead?" Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"To be precise, he died a year and a half ago."

Takagi scratched his head, with a little sympathy in his expression: "According to the information, the husband of the deceased had a quarrel with someone when he went out to a party a year and a half ago, and he was shot and died in the end."

"..." Miwako Sato twitched, speechless.

The United States has its own national conditions here, and she, the Japanese police far away across the ocean, has nothing to do with it.

"Probably because of her husband's death, Yukimura Emi, the deceased, had the idea of ​​returning to Japan to relax. Judging from the schedule in her suitcase, she came back this time with the idea of ​​settling down." Takagi She then took out the itinerary he found from the deceased's bag.

"Where are the people around the deceased? How is the investigation?" Miwako Sato, who was flipping through the itinerary of the deceased, asked without raising her head, but her fingertips stopped on a title after turning three pages—Jun Jun.

[On the 16th, I will go to see the house with Junjun. 】

A short sentence is in stark contrast to the full work arrangement of the previous three pages.

"Chiba is still investigating."

"Sato! Takagi!"

As Takagi was speaking, the call of his friend Chiba Kazunobu sounded behind him.

"Chiba, how's the investigation going?"

"Friends and acquaintances of the deceased have sufficient alibi. I am currently looking for people who have had trouble with the deceased in the business field, but there is no result yet."

Panting, Chiba took the tea that Takagi handed over, took a sip and breathed a sigh of relief, raised his glass and said: "However, I found another doubtful point."

"Another doubtful point? What do you mean?" Miwako Sato raised her eyes, her eyes full of doubts.

"The deceased bought an accident insurance a year ago, and the policyholder was herself. But the beneficiary was not her son or daughter, but a man named Harada Jun."

Chiba and Shino put down the teacup, reached out and took out a photocopy of the insurance contract from his pocket, and handed it to Takagi.

"Jun Harada? Wait a minute, did you say that?!"

Miwako Sato shrank her pupils suddenly, and then turned the itinerary in her hand back to the third page, pointed to [Jun Jun] on it and said, "This Harada Jun, could it be that written on the deceased's itinerary, The man who wants to accompany her to see the house?"

Takagi Wataru and Chiba Kazunobu looked at each other, and they both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

"Chiba, did you get Jun Harada's information from the insurance company?"

"Oh, take it, take it, and write it on the back of the photo."

Hearing this, Takagi flipped the photo, and Harada Jun's information immediately came into view: "40 years old, a senior executive of Red Corner Technology Company, the son of Harada Hiroki, a professor of law at the University of Tokyo..."

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"I see that you are absent-minded. Why, is there something bothering you?"

Faculty of Law, Tokyo University, Office of Professor Harada.

The old man who put down his teacup glanced at the pile of words and pictures drawn on the paper by the proud student, and smiled kindly.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was kneeling and sitting directly opposite the old man, bit his lip secretly, and poked his fiancé who was still wandering away with the tip of his lowered right finger.

"No teacher, it's just a small matter at work, but now I have asked someone to help me solve more than half of it." Yamashita Atsuto put away his mobile phone with a smile, pushed the pen and paper aside, raised his teacup and drank it down. Made a gesture of apology.

"Since it's a matter of work, don't be sloppy." Harada Hiroki poured another cup of tea for the student and warned softly.

"Don't worry, teacher, I will always remember what you said."

Atsuto Yamashita shook his eyebrows at the girl beside him, and then his face was full of smiles: "Actually, teacher, I have something to ask you when I come back this time. My wedding date with Shi Yu has been set, I think You are invited to attend.

I don't know if you are free by then? "

"Of course I'm free. It's rare for my students to think of me as an old man when they get married. What can I do if I don't go?"

Harada Hiroki laughed out loud, Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who was a little shy under the gaze of Yamashita Toshito, held a small teacup in both hands, bowed his head and sipped tea, without saying a word.

"At that time, I will definitely give you two a big red envelope."

"There is no need for the red envelope, teacher, it is already the best blessing for you to come." Yamashita Toruto pretended to be disgusted and said: "Besides, with your little salary, let's keep it and make it glow in the sunset. The foreign language school next door, haven't hooked up after all these years?"

"Fuck you, don't ask for a beating, kid."

The old man laughed and cursed, and was about to say something when the phone rang suddenly: "Hello? Yes, I'm Hiroki Harada."

Seeing this, the hippie-smiling Toshito Yamashita quietly leaned into the ear of his fiancée Shi Yu, ready to gossip about the school back then, but was interrupted by the old man's suddenly raised voice.

"What did you say? My son was taken away by the police department?!"

"No, how did my son get involved in a murder case discovered by a child at the airport?"

Hearing this, Toshita Yamashita and Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu were stunned with the same expressions on their faces.

Chapter 1 The coincidence hidden in the gin mission files ([-])

"Duke, the murder that happened at the airport, could it be..."

Seeing the sixty-year-old man confess to himself and then walk out of the office to answer the phone, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu quietly approached his man, and asked softly in his ear.

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

After staying with Atsuto Yamashita for a long time, she became more and more able to accept the "death attribute" in Conan Edogawa in her heart.After all, the influence of precepts and deeds is subtle, and her man whispers in her ears every day such as "the god of death has possessed her again", no matter how unconfident she is, she will be somewhat suspicious.

Not to mention, Atsuto Yamashita hits the mark every time.

However, eight out of ten homicides in Tokyo are related to Conan Edogawa.This kid can be called the beckoning cat and cash cow of the Maori Detective Agency. As long as he is there, the Maori Detective Agency doesn't have to worry about such low-level issues as [whether they can get clients].

"Ah, I think so too." Atsuto Yamashita lowered his head, took a sip of his still-warm tea, took out his cell phone, and dialed Conan's number.

"Mountain! Down! Benedict! People!!!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Edogawa Conan's growl sounded as expected.The man who had been prepared for a long time threw his mobile phone on the table, and the eardrums were not damaged in the slightest.

"Here you are, how long have you missed me since we haven't seen each other? There's something wrong with you, young man, shouldn't you be looking for Xiaolan when you're energetic?"

"You still have the nerve to say?! It was your idea to lure me to the airport alone? It must be your attention!" In the waiting area of ​​the airport bus, Conan, who was sitting with Dr. Ali and waiting for the bus to start, had a look on his face. The sudden change, and the resentful look of gnashing his teeth made Dr. A Li hesitate to speak.

"Xin...Xinyi, please keep your voice down, many people here are closing their eyes and meditating."

"Sorry doctor, I'm going to the bathroom." Conan, a patient with prostatitis, looked around and trotted into the bathroom.

"Are you urinating frequently and urgently? This is a disease. It needs to be cured. Don't delay. Understand, Conan."

Atsuto Yamashita on the other end of the phone laughed, and Conan impatiently told him to leave.

"What are you calling me for, please tell me?"

"What's the matter with the airport case?" Atsuto Yamashita who heard the words also put away the joke and said seriously.

"Didn't you attend the school celebration at Dongdae University? How did you know there was a murder case at the airport?"

"My teacher just got a call that his son was taken away by the police for questioning."

"…………"

Conan, who was squatting on the toilet, scratched his head, and said with a bit of distress in his tone: "I don't know the specific situation. This case is in charge of Officer Sato and Officer Takagi. Considering that the flow of people at the airport has been affected, I am at the scene of the crime." It didn't take long before they were kicked out by their subordinates."

"Sato and Takagi...I see, thanks."

"I said Yamashita, do you want to participate in the investigation?" As soon as he talked about the case, Conan became more energetic. He had already forgotten that Atsuto Yamashita was the mastermind behind the trick to pick him up at the airport, and his eyes lit up a little. expect.

Other people in the Metropolitan Police Department don't know his identity, but Yamashita Atsushi knows.

"Don't participate, I'm still on vacation. Besides, I can't get involved in this case." Atsuto Yamashita cut off Conan's thoughts directly.

"But—beep...beep..."

Hang up... hang up? ? ?

Conan's eyes suddenly turned into protractors, and he was speechless.

Sure enough, Yamashita Toshito was still that Yamashita Toshito, and it was his fault that he shouldn't have expected this guy.

Life is not easy.

Although the body became smaller, the famous detective whose mind was still flexible sighed, opened the toilet door and walked out.