"Did you hear that the big star Yoko Okino seemed to have come to the Metropolitan Police Department last night?"
"Yoko Okino? Real or fake?"
"Of course it's true. My aunt's son works in the third department, and he also wants Miss Yoko's autograph."
"Miss Yoko's autograph, I'm really envious..."
Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.
The elevator at the work station was not too crowded. Uehara Katsumi, who was leaning on the inner corner with a black cup of coffee, put one hand in his pocket and listened quietly to the gossip and anecdotes from his colleagues.
Among them, the name of female idol Okino Yoko appeared particularly frequently this morning.
This is very unreasonable.
Generally speaking, it is difficult for popular celebrities, regardless of gender, to get involved with the police, because once they get involved, it is likely to mean the end of their bright stardom. Therefore, when celebrities encounter problems, they usually give priority to solving them privately.
Moreover, if I remember correctly, Okino Yoko's first choice was not the police.
After arriving at the 12th floor, Uehara Katsuki slowly walked out of the elevator, sipping a refreshing black coffee, and smacking it with some pity: I left yesterday at the wrong time, otherwise I could get a crime-solving bonus for nothing without using my brain. There is a high probability that good things will not be missed.
In his mind, the case related to Okino Yoko should be the appearance of the sleeping Kogoro Mouri.
However, considering that the night fishing last night was quite fruitful, this small problem was quickly forgotten by Uehara Katsumi.
"Good morning, Uehara-kun, you seem to be late again today."
"Yes, yes, I checked the time specifically and you were three minutes late."
"No way, I can't be late. Don't slander me. I'll sue you for slander."
In response to the teasing words of his female colleagues, Uehara Katsumi, who strolled to his workstation, couldn't help but paused after seeing his neatly arranged desktop.
He raised his eyes and looked to his left. The station belonging to Police Department Assistant Sato Miwako was still empty for the time being.
After thinking briefly for a few tenths of a second, Katsuki Uehara pulled out a chair and sat down with a small smile. He hummed a pleasant tune, opened the drawer, took out a new book, and threw it in a clean and tidy place. On the table, a pen was pulled out of the pen holder and fell onto the cover of the book.
It's time to get to work.
Putting yesterday's draft revised by Sato Miwako on the table, Uehara Katsumi subconsciously placed his flip phone on the table and missed the laptop of his previous life.
If the police were equipped with that thing now, he wouldn't need to write it by hand.
It's not like he hasn't thought about buying one himself, but first of all, it's relatively expensive and not cost-effective. Second, the current laptop is no different to him than a brick that can access the Internet.
He was able to buy a mobile phone because he really couldn't stand the most popular landline phones and coin-operated phone booths at the moment, so he bought a relatively good-looking flip phone and used it reluctantly.
However, now that the sleeping Kogoro Mouri has appeared, the technology in this world should also begin to develop rapidly, right?
However, after transcribing more than 300 words, Katsumi Uehara felt sleepy. He took a sip of the black coffee he bought specially to refresh himself, and his thoughts began to wander.
Reality is not a caricature.
Living in a living time and space, the only thing he could think of about the explosion of civilian technology was that the artificial intelligence in the Baker Street Theater version might have released some of the scientific and technological information and data it had deduced to countries around the world before dissipating. Promoted the rapid development of world science and technology.
In addition to this, Uehara Katsumi couldn't think of a second reason for the time being.
But then again, what is the name of the technology company in the Baker Street movie?
After scribbling with a ballpoint pen on the notebook for a long time, but still unable to come up with a reason, Katsuki Uehara shook his head and no longer forced himself to recall trivial things.
After getting up and going to the toilet, Uehara Katsumi continued to work hard after coming back. Anyone who looked at him would have to praise him for his diligence. Those who knew he was copying reports, but those who didn't know thought he was sorting out cases.
Katsumi Uehara has never been weaker than others when it comes to superficial skills.
After going to the cafeteria for lunch and taking a lunch break, Katsumi Uehara finally finished the get off work before getting off work in the afternoon. With a signed report, he knocked on the door of the office door of the boss of the third department, Megure Jusan——
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
"Please come in."
"Memu Police Department, this is my summary report on the Moon Shadow Island incident."
Katsumi Uehara, who walked in through the door, looked serious, saluted politely and then handed the report to his immediate boss's desk.
"It's Uehara-kun. I heard Sato tell you about Moon Shadow Island. You did a good job."
After receiving the report and looking through it casually, Mumu Thirteen did not find any structural or narrative errors. His cheerful round face, like the fat old man next door, looked somewhat amiable.
He actually had high expectations for Katsumi Uehara, an elite subordinate from the professional team. After all, before this young man came, he had one and only one professional member under his command - Rensaburo Shiratori, a young man from a well-known family.
Considering the lonely and helpless background of Uehara Katsina, who was born in an orphanage, Megure Thirteen, who also came from a lower class background, was actually very optimistic about this young man at first.
Unfortunately, Uehara Katsumi's subsequent performances disappointed him.
What he didn't expect was that he now thought that this person was one of those water-filled professional groups in other departments who sat in their offices and gilded their offices, but Katsumi Uehara gave him a big gift backhand.
In any case, the detection of the cross-border drug case on Yueying Island was accomplished through the joint efforts of his three departments and two police departments. Not only did the third department receive most of the credit, Katsumi Uehara's ability in this case was completely He is worthy of his former third place in the police academy.
"Thank you very much, Mumu Police Department. This is what I should do."
Faced with the praise from his boss, Katsumi Uehara tried his best to disguise himself as a good baby: "Then, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."
Why choose a time just before get off work to hand in the report?
Isn’t it just to be able to get off work on time while handing in the report?
It's almost time to get off work. You, Mu Mu Shi San, are too embarrassed to talk to him shamelessly. As the saying goes, try your best to drink chicken soup.
"Well - nothing happened indeed. Anyway, Uehara-kun, you did a good job this time. Keep up the good work and keep working hard."
The fact was just as Uehara Katsumi thought. Megure Jushimoto, who felt that this junior could still save him, wanted to give a long speech and teach him about Showa Chicken Soup, which is the same as the search for the three series, but after looking at the time, he chose give up. In the end, he just patted Katsumi Uehara on the shoulder and left a sincere piece of advice.
"Yes, we must work hard, Mumu Police Department."
With little calculations in his mind, but still calm on his face, Katsuki Uehara saw that he had achieved his goal, and he turned around and prepared to leave after talking in vain about a check that could not be cashed in the next chapter——
"Ring ring ring!"
Suddenly, the phone rang suddenly, and Katsumi Uehara's heart, which had just turned around, suddenly accelerated its beating speed.
"Hello? I'm Megure."
When Mu Mu Shisan answered the phone, he still looked kind and cheerful, but the next second his face changed drastically. He slammed his calloused palms on the table and roared: "What did you say?!!!"
Uehara Katsumi, whose hand had touched the office door handle, suddenly felt a sense of despair in his heart——
It’s over, you’ve lost the rice by stealing the chicken...
"Uehara-kun, there's a case. Come with me."
After hanging up the phone, Megure Thirteen noticed Uehara Katsumi who was opening the door, and without thinking much, he greeted him as he had habitually greeted Sato, Shiratori and others before.
"...Yes, the police department."
Even though Katsumi Uehara forced a few words out of his throat, he could only break his teeth and swallow them.
Thinking on the bright side, at least the name Megure Thirteen calls him now is not the Uehara brother he always calls when something goes wrong.
