The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Is there any difference between you not being single and being single?" Atsuto Yamashita glanced at Conan's thin schoolboy figure with ulterior motives. As an old pervert, the latter understood immediately, and responded with a pair of compasses-shaped dead fish eyes.

"No kidding, tell me everything you saw that day, the more detailed the better."

The silver Mercedes-Benz SLR rode away, and the roaring sound of the engine instantly drowned out Conan's explanation.

"The name of the deceased is Yukimura Emi, 36 years old this year. According to the information, she is still single. She has a son and a daughter under her knees. She is a freelance fashion designer.

Because her son often wears the clothes she designed and made when performing on stage, she has gained a high reputation in the clothing circle over the years.

The place of death was in the ladies' restroom at the airport, and the time of death was..."

A free and hypocritical essay

2020年4月1日，下午15:30分。

Location: Pazhou, Guangzhou.

sunny.

After officially completing the handover work and finishing all the projects at hand, with a beating heart, I swept a bicycle for the first time, and rode around the vicinity of the Guangzhou Tower with great interest.

The potholed construction site, the crowded subway.

Of course, there is also one of the landmark buildings in Guangzhou-Xiaomanyao Canton Tower.

After a long time of not exercising, I just cycled for half an hour and felt very tired, so I stopped on the sidewalk and wrote this small composition.

One is to take a breather, and the other is to suddenly want to pretend to be a literary artist.

It has been three years since I graduated from university in 18.

I was born in 97, and I was already 24 years old in a blink of an eye, and I am still stumbling in society, and I have not mixed up with myself.

The money in my pocket is neither too much nor too little, and I can't afford a house or a car.

Buying two sundaes when passing by Kaifengcai is the happiest thing I have done after work. At least I have realized the freedom of ice cream.

Now this small composition is written by me while eating ice cream while standing and looking at the scenery. My thoughts are very complicated, because I don’t know what I want to express.

If I really want to set a theme, I think it should be: I want to ask for leave today (laughs).

My family knew that I was now a vagrant, so they didn't hold me accountable, but asked me if I wanted to go home and eat Qingming fruit.

I stood under the Canton Tower and said yes.

Fortunately, growing up, no matter what decisions I made, my parents would try to understand me and support me instead of scolding me.

Of course, if you don't understand it, it's just a curse.

In the next period of time, I want to relax myself.Play around, walk around and see.

I don't know how long I can last, but at the very least, I want to experience a slow-paced life and sort out the plots of the two books by the way. Of course, I mainly want to sort out some details of the Metropolitan Police Department.

In yesterday’s update, book friends pointed out that I wrote the wrong plot. I originally wrote that I had a driver’s license, but yesterday I wrote that I did not have a driver’s license.

As for work, I estimate that I will start again after resting for a month or two or two or three months.

Of course, it could be longer.

During this period, I put the bowls at the end of every chapter, but I really set the bowls (laughs).

Okay, let’s not talk about it, if you continue to write, you will be charged if you can’t stop the car. This kind of small composition fee is not worth it.

Update at normal time tomorrow, see you tomorrow~

Let's go eat a free lunch~

Bowl~

Chapter 420 Have You Learned to Lose Your Humanity From Studying the Law?

"What did you say? End of vacation? Are you serious, brother Yamashita?"

At noon, Mu Mu Shisan had just finished eating and returned to the office. Before he sat down and had a sip of tea to soothe his throat, he received a call that surprised him—Atsuto Yamashita wanted to end his vacation on his own initiative? !

It's not his style.

According to Mu Mu Shisan's understanding of his subordinate, it is absolutely impossible for him to voluntarily give up the vacation, and it is his usual style to try his best to extend the vacation.

Is this the sun coming out of the west?

Or…………

Mu Mu Shisan subconsciously reached out to hold his waist.

Such words are not incomprehensible, after all, his subordinate used to make tea with goji berries when he was fishing at work.

"Jing Wang, how do I hear what you mean, as if I'm a person who won't let go of the holiday?" Atsuto Yamashita who called was very dissatisfied.

"You have a fairly clear sense of yourself."

"........."

Conan's cheeks puffed up in the passenger seat and he almost couldn't laugh out loud. Atsuto Yamashita glared at him viciously: "Police, I've done meritorious service for the Metropolitan Police. sad."

"Okay, stop talking. You can finish your vacation, when will you come back?" Mu Mu Shisan on the other end of the phone took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and his heavy body made the office chair creak.

"afternoon."

"? So fast? Did something happen?" Instinctively, Mu Mu Shisan sensed something was wrong.

He thought he was coming to work tomorrow, why did he come back in the afternoon?

"My teacher's son is suspected of committing the crime of murder and defrauding insurance." Yamashita Toshito explained the incident concisely, and Mu Mushisan frowned upon hearing it.

He met Hongyi Harada, just before the celebration of the University of Tokyo.At that time, Kiyonaga Matsumoto, who was sitting next to him, even mentioned to him, saying that this professor was more or less favored by Yamashita Atsuto during his college days, and he always regretted that Yamashita Atsuto did not continue his studies.

but……

"Murder and fraud?"

Why did Mu Mushisan not believe it so much?

The son of a professor at Dongdae Law School, no matter how short of money he is, he wouldn't do such a thing, would he?

Mu Mu Shisan, who took the management position, now misses the years when he was in the front line, at least he won't be blind to the case.

"It's still not clear what's going on. Judging from the current chain of evidence, the person most suspected of murder is indeed my teacher's son Jun Harada."

"Is that so, I understand brother Yamashita, I will cancel your vacation for you." Mu Mu Shisan put down the teacup, and took out the vacation arrangement from the drawer.As soon as the pen moved, the name of Toshito Yamashita was crossed out.

Hanging up the phone, the old criminal policeman, who was nostalgic for the front-line life in the past, shook his head with a smile, and dialed a call with the landline on the desk.

"Hey?"

"Shiratori, is the suspect Sonoda Jun still in our hands?" After finishing the call with Megure Shisan, Yamashita Atsuto called Shiratori Ren Saburo non-stop.

"What? Oh, it's still there." Ren Saburo Shiratori, who was still discussing what to do next with Sato, Chiba and others in the Metropolitan Police Department, raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"While he's still taking him to the interrogation room, I'll be right there."

"??? Wait a minute, you're right now - aren't you on vacation?" Shiratori, who made no secret of his surprise, made several people around him notice his expression.

"It's thanks to your previous phone call, otherwise I should really be on vacation now."

"........."

Shiratori was at a loss for words for a while, seeing the curious colleague who had already approached him, the corner of his mouth twitched cryptically: "Okay, my fault, I'll go get ready now."

"Hard."

Atsuto Yamashita thanked him and hung up the phone.

Turning his head, Conan was staring at him pitifully. He didn't know whether it was malicious or unintentional cuteness that made the man get goosebumps all over his body.

"Officer Yamashita~"

"Speak if you have something to say, fart if you have something to say, don't give me all these fancy things."

"Can I join the interview?"

"You can wear a police uniform now."

"........."

Conan suddenly drooped his face, and his cute eyes disappeared. The speed of his face change made Yamashita feel happy: "This is the rule, just stay in the police station and run around waiting for me to come out and take you away. Do you understand, Conan-kun?"

"Stay in the police station and run around? Did you say something wrong?"

"Aren't you going to run around and don't know what to do? It means that you are lucky enough to meet me. If you were in the second class next door, you might be thrown home directly."

Atsuto Yamashita said very bluntly, but Conan couldn't refute.

There is one thing to say, the police who searched the three departments are already friendly enough to him under the influence of Yamashita Toshito, but if the police have a slightly normal brain circuit, Conan can be picked up with his left foot and his right foot as soon as he steps into the scene of the crime. throw it out.

In the end, Conan was still a good boy and was taken into the office area of ​​the third department by Toshito Yamashita to search.

"Qianye, find someone to look after this kid."

As soon as the door was pushed open, Conan was thrown in front of his friend Chiba Kazunobu by Yamashita Toshito before he had time to show off the usual cuteness: "Xiaolan and Shiwa went to the Nikmai TV Building to record the leading trailer of the variety show. Not only did he not go but also Sneaked under the back seat of my car and hid."

Everyone in the office area has long been familiar with this.

Conan is a kid who can drill anywhere, even a helicopter, playing detective games like a demon.

"Welcome back, Yamashita."

Miwako Sato rubbed Conan's head with a smile, and handed him the file that he had already prepared in his hand: "This is the basic information we found about Jun Harada, the criminal suspect, and the content of his last transcript. It's me and Takagi."

"Thank you." Atsuto Yamashita took it with a smile, and looked around: "Where's Takagi?"

Shiratori went to arrange an interrogation, what did Takagi do?

"He went to the police on a case in the morning, and he hasn't come back yet." Miwako Sato shrugged, looked down at Conan, who was forced to smile in the arms of a group of police ladies overflowing with maternal love, and shook his head helplessly.

"The bike boss?"

"you know?"

"Watched it on the morning news."

Since Takagi is busy, there is no need for him to bring someone over to accompany him: "Let's go, Sato, and accompany me to take another note."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was walking towards the interrogation room while flipping through the documents in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and quickly ran through the suspect's last transcript in his mind.