The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"..." Shanshita Bento crossed his fingers, tapped the back of his hand with his fingertips, and remained silent.

Harada Hongyi, who was sitting directly opposite him, was playing with the celadon cup lid, with a slightly desolate and lonely expression: "After all, for some people, the shattering of dreams is tantamount to murder, and you should know my severity. "

"Indeed, if I wasn't good enough, I'm afraid I'd be one of those murdered by you, Sensei." Looking up, Yamashita Atsuto smiled and shrugged. There was a little smile, obviously thinking of the experience of his favorite student in college.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking me this question? I thought you came to me to tell me that Run's case has been settled."

"Miwako Sato, do you still remember, teacher?" Atsuto Yamashita did not answer directly, but instead avoided asking another question, a question that could easily be answered.

"Of course I remember, your subordinate is still a police flower recognized by the Metropolitan Police Department. Those students in the school who want to be admitted to the Metropolitan Police Department have often expressed their admiration for her. When you came to the school celebration before, they expected to be able to do so." Seeing that Officer Sato can come as your subordinate's representative—”

"She investigated the case of Ito Hiba and Fujiwara Kihara."

Harada Hongyi was still happily recalling the several meetings with Miwako Sato, and the next second, Atsuto Yamashita's voice came again, interrupting the rhythm of his speech.

"... This set of methods is still the one I taught you." The old man narrowed his eyes, and his cloudy eyes gradually became sharper.

"Teacher, can you give me a detailed itinerary according to the above time?" Atsuto Yamashita took out a pen and paper from the inner pocket of his suit jacket and put it on the coffee table, and wrote down the details of the Fujiwara Kihara case and Ito Hiroshi respectively. The time of the Ye case was pushed to the front of the teacher.

"I did not kill, and I will not kill, Yamashita."

"I know, and I believe in you too."

"........."

Looking at each other for a long time without flinching, Harada Hongyi moved his slightly sore shoulders a few times, picked up the pen and pondered for a while before starting to write.

The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was particularly crisp in this silent living room.

"Although I don't know why things turned out like this, I am very proud of your performance, Yamashita."

Not long after, the detailed and abbreviated itinerary was pushed to Yamashita Toruto by Harada Hongyi, and the eyes of the old man who had taught law for most of his life were full of relief: "You didn't favor me just because I was your teacher, but You chose to face my investigation directly, it seems that after your fiancée's case, you have grown a lot."

Toshita Yamashita did not speak, nor did he look at the paper, but just looked at the old man in front of him quietly.

Now he is completely uncertain whether his teacher is lying or possessing innocence and magnanimity.

"Actually, it's just because I won't be banned from investigating you." Facing the praise, Atsuto Yamashita seemed very frank, but this frankness made Harada Hongyi smile even more happily.

"It makes sense. How can an old man like me compare with a young, beautiful and youthful girl. Let's go, let's go back and make notes now."

"The air conditioner in the car hasn't been turned off yet, so you should bring extra clothes."

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"Judy, I have sent the information that Toshito Yamashita requested to your mailbox, you can send it to him."

Tokyo, a luxury apartment.

Judy, who was sitting at the bar bartending drinks, tilted her head and held down her phone. She was quite surprised when she heard this: "So fast? Xiuyi, are you sure the data is all right?"

It has only been a few days since Atsuto Yamashita asked her to use the FBI channel to help, and the information is actually in hand?

"I have a friend in Las Vegas, and my friend is happy to make connections without touching core interests."

After hearing the words, Judy put down the wine bottle, and raised the corner of her mouth: "Yes, I understand, I will send it later."

As the ace prosecutor of the FBI, Akai Hidekazu has indeed had many friends who have intersected secretly.It's just that it can make him willing to consume these favors...

It can only be said that the interest and suspicion between Hideo Akai and Atsuto Yamashita did not decrease with the passage of time, but increased.

"Jun Harada and Emi Yukimura...the shots are quite generous?" Shaking the wine glass, listening to the sound of ice cubes colliding in the wine, Judy curiously opened the video sent by Akai Shuichi, and after a few moments— —

Without exception, these two people spent wantonly in the casino. Although they looked very heroic and generous, Judy didn't find anything abnormal after watching all the way, and every video was normal.

Judging from these videos, these two people have not offended anyone, nor have they ever had conflicts with others.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Judy gave up calling to inform Yamashita Atsuto, but directly packaged and sent the video, and then sent another email to notify him.

The business of the Tokyo Police is very busy, and it feels busier than their FBI business.

Although Judy doesn't know why there are so many murder cases discovered in Tokyo, but Atsuto Yamashita may be handling the case at this time, so it's better not to bother.

Judy is very sensible, she understands that to gain the trust of people like Yamashita Atsuto slowly;

Atsuto Yamashita was also very sensible, and after bringing his teacher to the Metropolitan Police Department, he handed him over to Shiratori for the record.

Shiratori Ren Saburo, who got the assigned task, was not surprised at all. Instead, he patted his good brother on the shoulder before leaving and gave him a reassuring look.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, it's rare to see you in this state, can't do what you want?"

The familiar yin and yang aura spread to his ears, and Yamashita Atsushi swung his fist without looking back——

"It hurts!"

Conan, whose eyes widened in an instant and held his head in his hands, broke his defense, cursing.

"Adults handle the case, children don't intervene."

Atsuto Yamashita returned to his desk, his eyes just fell on the computer screen that was turned on today, and the things sent by Judy refreshed him.

"Jun Harada and Emi Yukimura? Their gambling records and videos in Las Vegas? How did you get Yamashita?" Conan, who remembers whether to eat or not, came up again and asked curiously.

The Tokyo police also had a fraternity with Las Vegas?

It stands to reason that Atsuto Yamashita does not have this authority, or that the people over there are not like a Tokyo policeman.

"I have a Friends series."

Conan's eyes that were still dripping with tears suddenly turned into protractors.

"Didn't you skip class and stay with your girlfriend on Nikai TV? Why did you come here?" Seeing Conan click on the video, Yamashita Atsuto gave him a strange sideways glance.

"Xiaolan knows about uncle's recording, I'll come over and take a look."

Yamashita is clear: "This is a small matter, so Xiaolan doesn't have to worry, Maori Detective is not that fragile, and he was chatting and laughing with his beautiful sister before—"

"Wait a moment!"

The sudden accent interrupted the fast-forwarding of Atsuto Yamashita's video.

"???"

"Going back a little bit, I seem to see two familiar figures."

Conan gestured, and Toshito Yamashita was puzzled: "You learned how to gamble in Las Vegas in Hawaii?"

What kind of god is Yusaku Kudo?This is all taught?

"Get out." Conan kicked his calf, and then his eyes were quick, and his hand immediately slapped the space on the keyboard: "Stop!"

In the frozen video, a man and a woman playing cards at the same table with Harada Jun and Yukimura Emi made Conan frown: "Yamashita, I have seen them both."

"where?"

"Airport bathroom."

Chapter 450 I'm sorry, there is no such person

"What did you say?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who was quite surprised by this answer, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the surveillance video of the casino: "The bathroom at the airport? Are you sure? It's the airport bathroom where Emi Yukimura died?"

"It's the same airport, but not the same bathroom."

Because of his lack of height, Conan raised his toes and stretched his fingers towards the screen, but his tone was undeniable: "I have an impression of this pair of men and women because I just finished going to the toilet, and this man happened to be there too." Washing his hands, while he was still on the phone with his girlfriend or lover who was separated from the two places, his tone was extremely nasty.

And this woman was hugged into her arms after the man walked out of the toilet and hung up the phone.That is, she is the mistress, one of the mistresses or the original spouse. "

Conan became more and more enthusiastic. After changing the direction, he suddenly discovered the dawn of solving the case, which made the detective cells in his body start to move: "Yamashita! Look at how many times this couple has been in the same frame as Harada Junyukimura. If there are them in the video If there is a conflicting picture, that is undoubtedly another detection direction!"

It's hard not to be thrilled at the same moment when you're stuck in a dead end, at the same airport — with your front and rear feet in different bathrooms — and at the same time in a Las Vegas casino before.

I vaguely felt the excitement of having caught the connection and the tell.

"I'll give you 20 copies, just wait, I'll bring you a notebook." Atsuto Yamashita got up without hesitation and took out one of the "political legacies" left by Mu Mushisan after his promotion - an old laptop.

Although the style looks quite old, the color is obviously very new. Even the startup speed is so fast that Conan feels unbelievable, not to mention the program response speed that is so smooth that it doesn't match the appearance: "Did you change it?"

As one of the biggest beneficiaries of black-tech modification products in this world, and considering the monstrosity Atsuto Yamashita has always shown, Conan is very surprised.Especially when he saw a figure not far down the mountain, he rolled his eyes and asked sincerely.

"What are you thinking, I'm not so bored, this is what Mumu Jingshou used to use."

Atsuto Yamashita curled his lips and denied, "It's just that you know that Police Mumu is old and not very proficient in things like computers, so in order not to lose his status in front of us subordinates in the new era Basically, this machine is not very bright."

It is really difficult for Mu Mushisan, a veteran Showa macho who smokes, drinks, and enjoys JK, to learn to type with two fingers. Fortunately, he has more time to study after being promoted to the police, although he still uses a computer to process The speed of official business can make people feel anxious.

"..." Mu Mushisan, the manager of the Police Department's First Search Division, who was planning to come to show compassion to his subordinates, expressed embarrassment after hearing this.

"Brother Yamashita, if you have any opinion on the speed with which I handle official business, you can bring it up during the meeting." With a cough, Mu Mu Shisan, who took advantage of his big and round figure, turned his head and turned around. The sight of Yamashita's obsessed people made his face change instantly in shock.

"Jingshi?! Jingshi, why are you here? I was just joking just now."

Seeing Deligan's pretentious and flattering appearance, Mu Mu Shisan's sullen face suddenly broke, and he gave him an angry look: "I'm afraid that some people will play the trick of resignation again, and I will remind someone , now that your popularity in the outside world has dropped, if you continue to play the trick of resigning and investigating the case, it will easily turn into a fake show."

A warm current surged through the heart of the hippie-smiling Shan Shita.

He knew that Mu Mu Shisan was really worried that he would do something stupid again and give up this bright and bright future.

"Police how do you know?"

"As long as you are in a bad mood and keep a straight face, you will know the whole search lesson in less than 3 minutes." Mu Mu Shisan snorted coldly, and with a big wave of his hand, he slapped a piece of official document on the desk: "In the future Cooperate with the FBI, remember to say hello to me in advance, otherwise I won’t have to wipe my ass if something happens.”

"???"

The people at the foot of the mountain were shocked, and this time they were really shocked.

Although there is nothing hidden about the cooperation between him and Judy, why would the senior Tokyo police know about this?

Does the FBI have ghosts in Tokyo?

Or is it that the Japanese Lover Group put eye drops on the Metropolitan Police Department in order to poach him in the past to show their friendship?

"Don't disappoint Section Chief Matsumoto, Yamashita-kun." Megushisan patted his subordinate on the shoulder in an official tone, and slowly left with his hands behind his back after giving instructions.

Not surprisingly, the position of Matsumoto Kiyocho in the future must be his Yamashita Toshito, and the so-called "political heritage" in Japan's modern bureaucratic system can be described as the best in East Asia to some extent.

But unfortunately, Atsuto Yamashita himself is the one who likes to make accidents when he has nothing to do. The last time Kuroda Hei from the public security side came forward to invite him to change his family, which made Matsumoto Kiyomachi very angry in private Enough.

Conan, who was watching the excitement, sighed and shook his head, as smart as he was, he naturally understood the meaning of Mu Mu Shisan's warning just now.

"The laws of this country are finished in the future."

"How dare you say that in front of me, an arrogant rich second generation without law?"

Toshito Yamashita gave him a sideways glance, and forcibly carried it to the front of the laptop: "Hurry up, look, now that we have this official document, our video has become reasonable."