"Eh?! What are you talking about? He turned around and left as soon as he heard that you were going to stay and work overtime to write a report at night?!"
On a moonlit night on the branches, the building is brightly lit.
Yumi Motomoto, a police officer from the Traffic Section of the Metropolitan Police Department who had just finished working overtime, was sitting on an empty desk with her legs dangling. After hearing this, she couldn't help but turn her head and cast her gaze at the workstation with messy folders not far away. There was obviously a bit of surprise in his tone: "This pursuit of you is too insincere, Miwako."
He was in the same room with the most beautiful policewoman recognized by the Metropolitan Police Department and worked overtime to write a report. If it were a male police officer, he would have to impose overtime conditions even if he did not work overtime. But Uehara Katsumi, who kept saying that he wanted to chase Sato Miwako, slipped away faster than a rabbit.
Just because I don’t want to work overtime.
"You really believe that he wants to chase me, Yumi."
Miwako Sato put down her ballpoint pen and stretched her waist, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I don't know how many times I've heard this in the past year, it's just a habitual nonsense. It's not like you don't know Uehara, he also You’re not so boring that you would like a boring woman like me.”
"I can't say for sure. I think he is taking this opportunity to let you adapt to his jokes around you step by step, because he must know that he cannot use conventional methods to pursue a girl like you."
As a talented person who has organized many small sorority parties within the Metropolitan Police Department, Miyamoto Yumi still feels something is wrong: "If a man doesn't like you, then he will never hang out in front of you all day long."
"Really? We are colleagues. We work in the same place, so it's normal to see each other every day." Miwako Sato couldn't help but be stunned when her best friend entered the analysis state so seriously.
"But if you think about it carefully, is it true that among the three series, Katsumi Uehara is the only one with an unusual way of communicating with you?" Yumi Miyamoto, who was rubbing her chin and looking like a detective, suddenly turned sharp, and Sato met her gaze. Miwako couldn't help but roll her eyes.
This is a good policeman who has stopped being a detective.
"Okay, okay, stop joking, Yumi, let's think about what to have for supper tonight."
"I'm serious, Miwako, I'm not kidding. Think about it carefully, do you always subconsciously pick up his jokes or jokes when you talk to him, and are you used to this mode of getting along?"
Miyamoto Yumi, who felt like a sudden flash of lightning in his mind, seemed to have figured out something, jumped to the ground with a smirk on his face, put his hand on his best friend's shoulder and said: "It doesn't matter if you can't remember, I will remember it. Say, do you like him too?"
"What are you thinking about? Have you read too many novels recently?"
Miwako Sato unhappily opened her best friend's arm, which was close to her, and pointed her forehead with her right index finger to push her away: "He and I are just good friends. I don't think he even stayed with me to work overtime. Don’t you want to even think about it?”
"It hurts, it hurts, Miwako, don't be so strong, be a lady, be a lady!" Yumi Miyamoto, who was no longer funny, cried out with tears in her eyes, and Miwako Sato let go of her wrist.
"Really, if he doesn't stay with you to work overtime, he'll take his anger out on me..."
Seeing her best friend's speechless gaze, Miyamoto Yumi immediately closed her muttering mouth and made a zipper shape with one hand to show that she didn't say anything.
"Actually, is there a possibility that he did this just to leave a completely different impression on you from other men?"
A minute later, Miyamoto Yumi, who couldn't hold back her gossip, threw away the non-existent zipper in the void, her eyes shining with a strong desire for knowledge.
Sato Miwako, who was sorting out the messy desktop, let out a long sigh. She put one hand on her hips and pressed the other against the desktop. She looked up at her best friend in silence.
"forget it."
Miyamoto Yumi consciously stretched out her hand to sew her mouth shut with a zipper, and stood aside obediently waiting for her best friend to get off work.
"I'm going to the toilet first, please wait for me." Helpless Miwako shook her head, turned and left the work station.
Seeing the back of her best friend gradually disappearing from the end of the field of vision, Miyamoto Yumi, who couldn't hold back her curiosity, came to Uehara Katsumi's work station in a few steps, trying to find out any clues that this man was having an underground affair with his best friend. , but the messy desktop is really annoying.
It's somewhat informal.
"Huh?"
Miyamoto Yumi, who was particularly familiar with Miwako Sato, immediately saw the draft of the closing report on the table that had been heavily altered and revised. It looked like it was written by her best friend.
"Miwako will also help people write closing reports?"
Although she is in the Traffic Division and the Search Division 1 belong to two different departments, Yumi Miyamoto knows her best friend who is serious about her work very well.
Even when she was a rookie, Miwako Sato never helped anyone write a case closing report.
"Yueying Island...drug case?"
"Let's go, Yumi. What do you think of bullfrog for our late night snack? It is said that there is a newly opened specialty store in Cupido Town, and bullfrog is the signature dish there - what are you looking at?"
When Miwako Sato returned to the office area after wiping her hands, she saw her best friend holding a draft book and reading something.
"Aha, look what I found Miwako."
Feeling like she was Sherlock Holmes, Yumi Miyamoto turned over the draft book, pointed her right index finger at the large amount of modifications on it, and turned her attention to her best friend: "Is this why you have to work overtime tonight to write your own case report?"
Sato Miwako blinked and pursed her slightly dry red lips with her tongue: "He is my junior. Strictly speaking, as a senior, I have to help him correct his immature mistakes. What's wrong with this?"
"You've obviously been with me for three months."
"So, are you planning on having supper tonight? It's almost nine o'clock." Miwako Sato asked, pointing to the clock on the wall.
"certainly--"
Ring ring ring! ! !
Just as he was talking, a sudden phone ring interrupted the conversation between the two. Miwako Sato frowned slightly when she realized it was an unfamiliar number and pressed the answer button——
On the phone, a strange voice spoke: "Excuse me, is this Ms. Sato Miwako from the 1st Violent Crime Division 3 of the Metropolitan Police Department?"
"I am, are you?"
"I'm a clerk at Iroha Sushi Restaurant in Yoneka Town. Here's the thing. Mr. Katsumi Uehara made a reservation for sushi delivery at our store at 8:50 tonight. I'm at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department now."
"Katsumi Uehara?"
Suddenly hearing a name that surprised her, Sato Miwako was a little surprised: "Okay, wait a moment."
"What's wrong? What's going on? Something happened to Uehara Katsumi?" Yumi Miyamoto's face changed when she saw that her best friend's tone was wrong.
"No, he seems to have ordered sushi delivery?"
After hanging up the phone, Sato Miwako looked a little weird.
A few minutes later, Miwako Sato, who had received the sushi delivery, opened the kraft paper bag with the name "Iroha Sushi Restaurant" printed on it and took out the bamboo lunch box placed inside. The moment I took off the lid of the lunch box, a note posted on the top of the lid came into view——
"Thank you for sacrificing your time this afternoon to help me revise the report. I hope that my sushi delivery service can catch up with you in time when you are hungry.
“PS: The sushi in this restaurant is quite good. I almost died from eating it at noon.
"pps: Actually, I think it would be more sincere to invite you to eat bullfrog in person, but you seem to be quite busy."
The slightly scrawled handwriting was clearly written by Katsuki Uehara himself, and at the end of the note there was a monkey head winking in the style of Lupine the Third.
"..."
This guy……
Miwako Sato, who was holding the note, glanced at the exquisite sushi in the lunch box. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and she couldn't hide a smile on her brows.
"Miwako, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, we-"
"Awesome, brother Maori, I haven't seen you for so long, I didn't expect your reasoning level to be so high."
"Ah hahahaha, you're welcome, you're welcome, after all, my main job now is detective."
The door of the three-series office area was pushed open, and a group of people filed in. The sharp laughter immediately attracted the eyes of Sato Miwako and Miyamoto Yumi.
With just one glance, the two of them noticed the popular female idol on TV—Yoko Okino.
"In short, it is thanks to Brother Maori that you were able to solve this case so quickly tonight. And Miss Okino, you can make a note later and go home."
Memu Shisan, who returned to his home court, put a fist to his mouth with one hand, coughed twice, and said sternly: "Xiaolan and this Edogawa kid, please wait a moment. You can go back after we have finished taking notes." We’re home, remember to be good and don’t run around.”
"good!"
The milky children's voice resounded over the entire three-series office area. The child named Edogawa Conan showed no sign of recognition. He spoke out of the corner of his eye while looking around a few times.
He is extremely familiar with these three department office areas, and he can't even run around here.
Um?
Edogawa Conan, who noticed the delivery bags from the sushi restaurant not far away, was stunned for a moment: Iroha Sushi Restaurant? Why does this name look so familiar? It seems to be the high-end sushi restaurant next to Uncle Mori's Detective Agency?
