"...Are you talking human language?"
Sumii Gou clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Not everyone is as thick-skinned as you. Besides, I am an outsider after all, so it's hard to say anything."
"How should I put it? From the perspective of a police officer, it is very dangerous for this kind of emotional dispute to escalate due to lack of effective communication. Especially as you said, their current conflicts have reached the point where they need to quarrel every now and then. to the point.
"My colleagues and I have seen many cases of this kind. In the beginning, nothing happened if we just sat down and communicated. In the end, it escalated into murder because neither of the lovers could open the conversation."
Uehara Katsumi, who put down the photo, said seriously: "Both of them have friendship with you, and this one named Kimura Tatsuya is even more willing to reveal these inside stories to you, so I think it's appropriate for you to call these two people out in private to make it clear. .”
Seeing Uehara Katsumi's tone becoming serious, Sumii Gou also frowned: "I tried it before, but the two of them couldn't even say a few words before they started to quarrel."
"Perhaps, you can try to date someone first, and then date someone else."
Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows and said: "For example, first ask Mari Terahara to hide in a private room and tell her to see Kimura Tatsuya's true face;
"Then invite Kimura Tatsuya over, just have a normal drink and chat, and inadvertently bring the topic to Terahara Mari, and let Kimura Tatsuya confide to you again his feelings for Terahara Mari and the reason for the quarrel.
"Simple method, but very effective."
Katsuki Uehara, who had somewhat remembered the contents of this piece, offered his advice.
He still has some impressions of some tragic dramas in Conan. The relationship between Tatsuya Kimura and Mari Terahara should be regarded as one of the examples in the early plots of Conan that made people feel uncomfortable——
A rock singer named Kimura Tatsuya was deeply in love with a girl named Mari Terahara in an amateur band. In order to be with her, he even asked the record company to sign the girl he loved when he was signed by the record company. The woman acts as his agent;
The woman who knew the news was very happy, but what followed was low self-esteem.
She felt that she was ugly and not worthy of the glamorous Kimura Tatsuya who was about to debut. So she decided to have plastic surgery to look beautiful and return to the man she loved.
But Kimura Tatsuya believed that there was no need for Mari Terahara to do this, and there was no need to care so much about other people's opinions.
He wanted to say something, but his awkward, venomous, arrogant and immature character turned the advice that came to his mouth into unwarranted insults, which made Terahara Mari, who loved him deeply, gradually dissatisfied and even became angry. anger.
She felt that she had fed the dog with her love. She felt that the reason why this man asked her to be his manager was because he wanted to humiliate her, so he had murderous intentions.
Two people who love each other, because of their inexpressible expressions and each other's immature personalities, eventually lead to a tragedy of poisoning.
"It sounds good. If you tell it openly, you won't kill people out of love and hatred." Gou Sumii thought about this method for a while, but it is not impossible. After all, the best way to deal with a tsundere is to hit the ball straight.
As long as I'm straight, there will be very few misunderstandings——
Um?
wrong.
Why did I assume they were going to kill each other?
Sumii Gou, who came back to his senses in an instant, focused his eyes on the man in front of him - Katsuki Uehara, who was drinking milk tea with his head tilted back. He took a few big sips and bottomed out.
"I just think that the situation you mentioned is very dangerous, very similar to the love murder cases I have dealt with before, so I just mentioned it."
Uehara Katsuki, who noticed his friend's gaze, threw the can into the trash can: "It's up to you whether you do it or not. After all, I don't know them either. I'm just being a good Samaritan. You know, I've always been very caring."
"Love? For example, towards that criminal Sato?"
Go Sumii raised his eyebrows: "Don't deny it. I saw it when I went to see you in the ward before. The relationship between you and her is very ambiguous."
"I would never deny someone I love to anyone."
Katsuki Uehara, who had his legs crossed, had a smile on his face: "You are always so magnanimous. You should all learn from me."
…………………………………………
"Learn from him? Is it possible to learn that..."
In the evening, the Metropolitan Police searched the office area of the Third Department of Violent Crime Section 1.
Some police officers who had just finished the meeting looked at each other, their voices full of helplessness.
Anyone with that ability wouldn't want to be Hara Katsumi.
A hero may be short-lived, but his spirit is always worthy of fascination.
"But having said that, when will Uehara come back to work? We haven't held a celebration party for him yet to celebrate his promotion." Chiba Kazanobu, who was chewing a chocolate bar to replenish energy, returned to his work station and asked several colleagues .
"I don't know, Megure Police Department didn't seem to say anything. Do you know about Sato Criminal Justice?" Takagi Wataru turned to look at Miwako Sato who threw the pen and paper on the table and held her head——
"If nothing else happens, it will be about two months later. He will have to go to the hospital for a review in one month and go to work in two months. This is what I know."
In the slightly gloomy eyes of Rensaburo Shiratori on the side, Miwako Sato, who showed signs of being resurrected with full health at the moment when Katsuki Uehara was mentioned, turned around in her chair and said.
"Actually, if you say something, Sato, I can go to work now."
——? !
The sudden sound startled the three-series core group sitting together. They turned their heads and saw Katsumi Uehara in a burgundy trench coat.
"Uehara? Why are you running around if you don't recuperate at home?" Miwako Sato, who was the first to react, turned dark.
"In fact, I feel like I can kill a cow with one punch right now - it hurts, it hurts, don't do it, don't do it, I'm going to fall to the ground, I'm telling you."
Uehara Katsumi, who cried out in pain in advance, put his hands in Jeet Kune Do poses and fiddled around with them, blocking Miwako Sato from getting up and trying to catch him.
Miwako Sato couldn't help laughing as she looked at the man's appearance. The corners of her mouth were raised a few times, and then suppressed them. However, the smile between her eyebrows could not be concealed.
In the end, he had no choice but to turn his head and look at his colleagues, spread his hands to indicate that he had nothing to do and let him make trouble.
"My hair has grown again, Uehara."
After waking up and going to work, Shiratori Rensaburo, who learned the whole story from his colleagues, looked at the lively friend in front of him, opened his hands sincerely, and gave him a hug: "Welcome back, we can't run away from the promotion celebration. "
"This is a bit unfair. I didn't get your promotion wine."
After greeting his friends one by one, Katsuki Uehara leaned on his desk and looked at the empty blackboard, his tone somewhat emotional.
"I just stayed up and lay down. I really kept lying down."
Shiratori Rensaburo smiled self-deprecatingly: "If Nishiei came to shoot the criminal investigation anime theatrical version, I'm afraid my role would be the most attractive in the script, full of sex scenes. But in reality, it's really just I stayed in bed from beginning to end.”
The self-deprecation of Rensaburo Shiratori, an approachable second-generation rich man with no pretensions at all, directly caused the chat atmosphere among the core group members to be filled with laughter.
"To be honest, Uehara, I envy you. You have done things that I can't do, and you have done things that I dare not do. To be honest, I really don't have the courage you have."
Night, in the karaoke box.
Shiratori Rensaburo, who had a tie tied on his forehead, drunkenly hooked his arm on Katsumi Uehara's shoulder, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp: "I really envy you."
"Okay Shiratori, don't drink with Uehara anymore. He was already injured and recovered not long ago."
Miwako Sato, who came back from paying the bill on behalf of Katsumi Uehara, who was also drunk, looked helplessly at the two people who were standing on their seats and singing loudly not long after, holding her forehead helplessly.
Looking to the side, even Takagi Wataru, who has always been mature, drank too much.
Fortunately, Chiba and Nobu on the side didn't drink much and were still very sober.
"Sato, please send Uehara back first. After all, he has just recovered, so Shiratori and Takagi will be left to me." Chiba Kazunobu smiled and pointed at Uehara Katsumi who used the wine bottle as a microphone, and looked left and right at the man who was crying and howling. Takagi Wataru and Shiratori Rensaburo.
How to fight this battle?
This battle cannot be fought.
Miwako Sato's defense line collapsed after tonight.
"Hiccup~"
Uehara Katsumi, who burped, was held up by Sato Miwako. He said goodbye to the three people in the box and slowly walked out.
"Miwako... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you..."
The dazed man tried hard to keep his feet steady, and stepped on the snow on the road, pushing Sato Miwako to the inner edge of the road.
"Lie to me? What did you lie to me about?"
Miwako Sato, who had already planned to walk towards the parking lot, paused and turned to look at the drowsy man.
"My tuition fee is actually not from playing mahjong, but from being a model..."
"model?"
Miwako Sato blinked and cautiously asked, "Then, can I take a look?"
"No, no, that's all black history, absolutely not. That bastard Go Sumii secretly kept a copy..."
"Then...is there anything else? Did you hide it from me or lie to me?"
"Oh, does playing mahjong with aunt count?"
"What else? For example, those ex-girlfriends who came to visit you in the hospital?" After a slight hesitation, Sato Miwako asked: "Do you still like any of them?"
"I only like you - hiccup~"
The woman under the streetlight couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, but she quickly held back her heart that was beating rapidly in her chest: "You're drunk, Kenji."
"No, absolutely not, I'm conscious."
After releasing his arm from Sato Miwako's shoulder, Uehara Katsumi staggered forward two steps, stepped on the snowdrift, raised his hands high, and shouted to the sky: "I - ah!"
The snow under my feet slipped and I fell flat on my face.
The speed was so fast that Miwako Sato had no time to catch it. She could only stand there with one hand on her hips, covering her face and looking at the man who fell on the ground and threw a snowball at her.
Shameful, shameful again.
Fortunately, she was the only one here this time——
Um?
Looking around at the deserted street, Sato Miwako pursed her lips and took out her mobile phone like a thief, turned on the camera function, and focused the lens on the man who was having fun playing in the snow.
Her embarrassing moments can't be recorded, now the dark history can be destroyed.
