"Hello, dear viewers, welcome everyone to watch our "Morning Express" on time every Monday morning. I am the host Fujimiyajo."
"I am the host Yuko Tanoshita."
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Tokyo, Moon Shadow Island.
In the slightly messy hotel bedroom, on the TV screen that had obviously been forgotten to turn off last night, two well-dressed hosts were telling you and me about the various news that happened in Tokyo yesterday.
Among them, the words "Metropolitan Police Department" and "Police" appear surprisingly frequently.
In the center of the room, on a soft sky-gray bed, a figure curled up and buried in the quilt was still in a sweet sleep. It seemed that he had no intention of being awakened by the TV program.
"According to the official report from the Metropolitan Police Department, the criminal who killed the general manager of Baling Bank was captured by the police last night. It is reported that the famous high school student detective Shin Kudo made an outstanding contribution in this police investigation. one."
"Eh? Is it Kudo-kun again? It's really incredible, but he was able to help the police solve so many cases at the age of 17. No wonder he is known as the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era..."
"Hmm... black stockings... what black stockings?"
The man who was wrapped in quilt and playing with Zhou Gong's granddaughter on the bed vaguely seemed to hear something extraordinary. His heavy eyelids struggled a few times with great difficulty, and then he finally caught the light shining in from the corner of the curtain.
Very glaring.
Sleepily, he opened the quilt and sat up from the bed. The man leaned against the soft upholstery on the head of the bed and yawned several times. Then he stretched out his hand to scratch his itchy scalp. His slightly naturally curly hair had been tortured for a whole night. Finally, he was slept in a messy bird's nest shape.
The pupils that had been sleeping all night were immediately reflected on the TV screen with a close-up of the famous high school student detective Kudo Shinichi. Under the close-up, the program team even thoughtfully put a three-line slogan on it——
"Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei Era!"
"The savior of the Japanese police!"
"Genius high school detective!"
The man who didn't see what he wanted to see fell into deep thought.
It turns out that what I heard in my sleep was actually Sherlock Holmes and not Black Silk?
There is such a gap between Japanese English and Chinese. How did he hear splitting?
"Ring ring ring!"
While he was wandering around in his usual routine after getting up, a sudden ringing of the phone on the bedside table suddenly interrupted the man's meaningless associations——
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Uehara, I am the front desk staff of the hotel. The police have sent you a package. When is it convenient for you to pick it up?"
"Is it a package from the police? I understand. I'll go get it in about half an hour." After estimating the time it would take for him to wash up and go to the toilet, Katsumi Uehara gave a rough answer.
He is currently on vacation and does not need to squat on the toilet for 45 minutes like when he worked at the Metropolitan Police Department.
"It's a pity that these good days are gone soon~~~"
Lazily getting out of bed, standing in front of the window and opening the curtains to enjoy the sunshine, Uehara Katsumi stretched his limbs to his heart's content, stretched his waist widely, and the end of the extremely comfortable sound almost turned into a moan at the end.
In a few days, his vacation will be over, and he will have to return to the Metropolitan Police Department where he clocks in and clocks out every day. He will be a little transparent behind his immediate boss Megure Jusan, and rely on the genius high school detective Kudo Shinichi to fool around. It’s time for crime-solving bonuses and year-end performance.
For Katsumi Uehara, who worked as a lawyer in his previous life, the feeling of getting money by just running to the scene of the crime without using any brain is really exciting and addictive.
After graduating from Keio, I chose to take the police exam and take a gamble that I would be retained in the Metropolitan Police Department. It was indeed the right choice.
He is addicted.
As for the reputation of the Japanese police, that thing has been ruined a long time ago. Even the top management of the Metropolitan Police Department can't control it. It's none of his business to get paid.
His immediate superior, Megure Shisan, had gone through two generations of "Kudo brothers", Kudo Yusaku and Kudo Shinichi, father and son, but he didn't say anything.
"Speaking of which, when did Kudo Shinichi become Conan? So far, my vacation and working hours seem to be normal."
Katsumi Uehara walked into the bathroom and picked up a cup of tea to wash up. Listening to the two hosts on the bedroom TV praising the genius high school detective, he picked up the chronological candy bar phone in the pocket of his flower pants and glanced sideways at the date and time. .
It has been twenty-five years since he was reborn in this world, and he has never experienced the Kexue time that was talked about by everyone in his previous life. He has lived a stable life since he was a child.
Although it was a regular welfare institution start, fortunately he had a good academic foundation. Although he couldn't pass the group of perverts who were admitted to the School of Law and Medicine of Tokyo University, at least he could get a job with Keio, who was considered to be the top private student, and he was satisfied.
After washing up and putting on a floral shirt specially designed for vacation to cover up his angular six-pack abs, Katsuki Uehara left the hotel room humming a tune in flip-flops and took the elevator straight down. building.
"Hello, Miss, I'm Katsumi Uehara from 603. I just called the front desk half an hour ago. Is there a package for me here?"
Walking to the front desk, Katsuki Uehara, leaning on the countertop with one hand, leaned forward slightly, smiled and asked the front desk staff in front of him, who had a slightly hurried expression after being stunned.
"Yes, yes! Mr. Uehara, right? This is your package. Then please sign this record." When his fingers accidentally touched, he handed a box only the length of A4 paper to the man. Finally, the young lady at the front desk hurriedly took out her favorite pen and hotel record book, and her earlobes on both sides showed a slight blush.
Katsumi Uehara, who kept smiling throughout, signed his name, feeling in his heart that the innocent girls in the world of Conan are so beautiful.
The outer packaging of the carton was torn off on the spot, and then the box was opened. A stack of old and yellowed music scores lay quietly inside, and the sense of antiquity came to my face.
Beethoven's "Moonlight".
An extremely classic piano piece, it is also what Katsumi Uehara wants to do at the end of his vacation.
He didn't know if what he was doing was right, he didn't know if it would be effective, and he didn't know if it was useful, but at least he wanted to do it.
Because he is a policeman.
Of course, it may also be because he is really a good person at heart.
The world is so beautiful, wouldn't it be better to have as few tragedies as we can remember that we can remember?
While humming a little tune, Uehara Katsumi, who was walking towards the hotel entrance, was still looking at the moonlight spectrum in his hand. It's a pity that, probably because he has no artistic talent, he can't read even a single word in this score.
Numb.
This young piano player is still not suitable for him. Female idols like Okino Yoko are suitable for him.
After closing the box, Katsuki Uehara took out a candy bar phone from the pocket of his flower pants with his right hand. Just as he was about to make a call, an incoming call suddenly broke into his eyes——
Miwako Sato.
This is the name of the note.
Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows in surprise and pressed the answer button: "Hey Sato? Why are you calling me? Are you thinking about it and are you going to listen to auntie and go on vacation with me?"
"..."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
"Hello? Is your signal bad?"
Miwako Sato, who was far away in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's first search section and the third department's office area, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She kept telling herself that this man had always spoken so unobtrusively and offensively, and then said helplessly: "Uehara , have you gone on vacation and made your brain go crazy?
"The Mumu Police Department received a report from the amusement park, saying that a vicious murder occurred. We are asking someone to go with him. Where are you?"
Katsuki Uehara, wearing a colorful shirt, flip-flops, and a pair of big sunglasses on his nose, was walking on the beach of Moon Shadow Island when he heard this, his body suddenly stiffened: "Huh?"
So I don’t have a day off today?
