"So, shouldn't this be your own problem? What does it have to do with your alumni and seniors?"
Tokyo, Yoneka Town, Iroha Sushi Restaurant.
Taking off his down jacket, pulling on the neckline of his turtleneck, he pulled up a chair and sat down. Aso Minoru, who had regained her manly body, no longer had the voice of a sister, but her boyish voice could be heard by Katsumi Uehara, who was drawing on the menu with a pen. He raised his eyes in surprise.
"What? Is what I said wrong?"
The camouflage of long hair has faded away, the slightly soft facial features are neutralized by the neat hair, and the figure under the brown and black turtleneck sweater is no longer uneven.
Hara Katsumi was amazed to see this magic show of transforming a man into a living man: "Who are you siding with? I'm telling you this so that you can help me scold people in private. I'm not telling you to follow them. I present the facts and make sense.”
"It's you who complained that your alumni seniors didn't support you. I just followed your train of thought and analyzed it."
After getting rid of the knot in his heart, Aso Mikoto was obviously in a good mood. He spread his hands in a helpless manner, and his eyebrows were full of teasing: "If you can perform better this year, you won't even be the Keio Alumni Association within the Metropolitan Police Department." I haven’t participated in it, but the ability I showed at Yueying Island Clinic is obvious to all the dean.”
"To correct you, I participated once, but then I decided it was boring and stopped going."
After finishing the sketch, Katsuki Uehara pushed the menu and pen in front of his friend, and lazily corrected him: "This profession is different from your doctors. As long as I don't make any extremely outrageous and unforgivable mistakes, I can still get promoted until the end, and the salary will be better." It’s not low, so it’s not necessary.”
"Does a false position count as a position?"
"What, the extra basic salary isn't money?"
"This is the first time I've seen a professional police officer like you who has no pursuit and loves to complain." Asao Miki, who checked two items at random, clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Just lie down and wait for the pie to fall from the sky, right?"
"It's strange that you don't see many of them. There are more police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department who are worse than me, and many of them are in high positions."
Uehara Katsumi, who snapped his fingers to greet the sushi restaurant waiter, said nonchalantly: "Otherwise, how do you think the Metropolitan Police Department spends so much money every year?"
Aso thought about it for a while, and it was the same reason: "No wonder that high school student named Kudo Shinichi can be hailed as the savior of your Tokyo police."
It is easy to understand if they are all a bunch of losers. Of course, this does not rule out the fact that some media deliberately disgusted the Metropolitan Police Department and even praised Kudo Shinichi.
"However, you don't have to compete with them." Recalling everything on Yueying Island, Aso Minoru handed the menu to the waiter and glanced at his friend: "Otherwise, your skills that you have trained in the police academy will not be the same. Is it all in vain?"
"I won't refuse when a case comes to me, but I'm just too lazy to be as active as some of my colleagues." Uehara Katsumi felt that Aso probably had a slight misunderstanding of him.
"I'm more curious whether a character like yours would be a legendary thorn in the police academy."
"no."
"Have you ever had a fight?"
"…Fighted."
Aso's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his campus life had been a backwater since he was a child. "Tell me more about it?"
"There's not much to say. I just slapped the top student in our class with a sack and beat him up before graduation." Uehara Katsumi obviously didn't want to talk about his past dark history. After all, being punished is not something worth showing off.
However, his words made Aso Michiru stunned: "You are not the number one in your class?"
Judging from the performance on Moon Shadow Island alone, he had always thought that Katsumi Uehara was the number one in his class.
"Of course not, I ranked third." Katsuki Uehara shrugged, not shying away from his past achievements: "Shooting and fighting are a bit worse."
"...Are you a little bad at fighting? Who are the top two gods?" Hearing this, Aso felt a little incredible.
Forget about shooting, after all, the gunfight on Moon Shadow Island was not intuitive, but Katsumi Uehara had actually seen the results in combat.
"No, you're not as good as the first in fighting, how did you beat him?"
"Don't tell me anymore, put a sack on it." Uehara Katsumi, who had no martial virtue at all, took a sip of tea and said confidently.
"..."
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was really his style. The corners of Aso's eyes twitched a few times.
It's just that a dignified police academy number one was brought down by a sack... Although he was very curious about what conflict happened between the two people, Aso Minoru didn't continue to ask because Hara Katsumi didn't seem to want to talk more about this topic. .
after all--
"Boss, the old rules are: one special sushi and one draft beer!"
While the two were talking, a figure with an extremely loud voice opened the door of the sushi restaurant, walked in carelessly, and sat down nearby.
"Hey, it's Detective Maori. It's special sushi today. It looks like the horse racing profits are good." Seeing that he was an old acquaintance, the sushi restaurant manager walked out of the kitchen and joked with him with a smile.
"Haha, no. It's just that a kidnapping case was solved a few days ago. The other party just paid me a large amount of money in private out of gratitude. I came here to celebrate."
The middle-aged man with a mustache sounded very pleased, and his proud laughter attracted the attention of many customers in the sushi restaurant.
Among them was Katsumi Uehara.
"What are you looking at? You are so fascinated. Do you know that uncle?"
Aso Minoru, who was sitting directly opposite his friend, was picking up a dish of mustard for dipping. When he saw this, he couldn't help but joked: "I don't know if I thought you were some kind of beauty. I can't take my eyes away."
"I know him, but it's a pity that he doesn't know me."
After coming back to his senses, Katsuki Uehara took the plate with a smile and tapped the sushi plate that was served with one end of his chopsticks: "Do you know who he is?"
Aso Minoru blinked after taking a bite of sushi: "It's a big deal? It looks like the material of the suit is ordinary."
"The shooting performance record holder of the police academy has been at least twenty years now." Uehara Katsumi pointed his right thumb vaguely at Uncle Xianshi who was talking to the store manager: "I saw him in the record book when he was young. Photos from that time.”
"he?"
Seeing this, Aso couldn't help but look at Mouri Kogoro twice.
His unkempt beard had obviously not been cared for with much care, the material of his suit was ordinary, and his temperament was obviously decadent. He didn't look like the genius Katsumi Uehara described him to be.
"Are you sure he's a police officer?"
"I used to be in the third department. He was my senior, he resigned more than ten years ago."
Asheng suddenly understood.
Since he is a senior genius, there is nothing much to say. In his superficial understanding, even if a genius like this leaves his job, he should leave many legends behind. As a junior working in the same department, Katsumi Uehara would not recognize this face. strangeness.
"Um?"
Mouri Kogoro, who had just finished talking to the owner of the sushi restaurant, vaguely felt that someone was talking about his past behind his back, so he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the lobby of the sushi restaurant.
It was clear at a glance that there were not many guests.
Uehara Katsumi, who was talking to Aso Minoru, happened to raise his eyes and met the gaze of Mouri Kogoro.
The eyes are divided at the first touch.
Mouri Kogoro scratched his head, and the doubts and confusion in his heart were completely dissipated in the draft beer and sushi brought by the sushi restaurant owner.
