Metropolitan Police Department, Department 3 office area.
Playing and having fun, Mouri Kogoro, who doesn’t make fun of his body, actually took the number written on the paper by Uehara Katsumi and planned to find a time to go to Miwa Central Hospital to see Dr. Aso Minoru for a good photo. piece.
As the instigator, Conan saw it and remembered it in his heart. He followed Xiaolan obediently like a child for once, and his obedient appearance attracted Katsumi Uehara's gaze at least five times.
"Conan, let's make a note. You just stay in the lounge and don't run around. Wait until we come out. Do you understand?"
Seeing that the chat was about to end, Mao Lilan, who had been to the police station so many times and understood that it was his turn to start taking notes, turned around and squatted down, put his hands on Conan's shoulders, and gave gentle instructions.
"Okay~Sister Xiaolan~"
I don’t know if it’s a subconscious act, but Conan’s movements, which are all cute and cute, and the last note is played, are so smooth that it’s astonishingly skillful.
Sometimes it's hard not to wonder whether he really thinks of himself as a child, especially when he's enjoying certain benefits.
"Hey, Uehara Police Department, can you take me to the lounge."
Watching Xiaolan and Mouri Kogoro go away, Conan jumped out of his chair and walked over to Uehara Katsumi, who was joking with Sato Miwako and others. He reached out and tugged on the corner of his clothes, and gave an innocent mouthful. the voice asked.
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While chatting happily with Sato, Uehara Katsumi, who had intended to refuse, noticed his eyes and could only curl his lips in boredom: "Okay, come with me."
Seeing the old and young people also leaving, Shiratori Rensaburo was a little confused: "The kid from the Mori Detective family seems to have a good relationship with Uehara?"
"That kid is so smart that he doesn't look like someone of his age. Uehara must be a little curious about him."
Miwako Sato, who has experienced it personally, couldn't help but recall Conan's performance. It can be said that if it weren't for the difference in size and age, it would be difficult for her to treat this child as an elementary school student.
Even she felt this way, let alone Uehara Katsumi.
"Tell me what you want from me. You dragged me in while I was still working."
Katsuki Uehara casually walked into a lounge and slumped down on the sofa. He looked at Conan who closed the door and said, "If it's to say thank you, it's not necessary. I haven't decided whether to report your existence."
"I know, but even if you only help me keep the secret for a day, I should thank you."
Conan, whose tone was no longer childish, pushed up his glasses with one hand and smiled: "And, to be honest, not everyone has the courage to do that.
"Although you are usually a bit rude."
"Uh-huh, don't put a high hat on me, I'm afraid you might ask me for something." Uehara Katsumi, who raised his hand to interrupt Conan's teammate's chant, broke off the orange that Sato brought from home and put it in his mouth. One sentence.
"Although I beg you to tell the truth, everything I said is also true."
"Don't think about it. Nothing has been found, including the true identity of the guy you mentioned."
Katsuki Uehara, who still didn't know what Conan was hiding in his belly, directly extinguished all the remaining illusions in his heart: "The police have checked all channels that may contain information about the deceased.
"Unfortunately, except for the code name [Tequila] in your confession, we can't find any other information at all. It's as if this person never existed."
"What about gin and vodka? The Megu Police Department should still have an impression of them. They are the two men in black who were treated as suspects in the amusement park and stayed at the scene for a while.
"One is tall and blond; the other is shorter but stronger."
His little hands kept gesturing at the culprit that caused him to become smaller, and there was still a hint of hope in Conan's voice.
"Obviously not even a hair on it."
Katsuki Uehara spread his hands and told the police's tracking results.
To be honest, even he only knew a little bit about these two people. Even the name Kurosawa Jin was not sure whether it was Gin's real name, let alone where these two people lived.
"Furthermore, I advise you, this bastard, not to investigate in private, otherwise once you are targeted, you and the people around you will become very dangerous.
"You're not a police officer."
Uehara Katsumi gave Conan a meaningful warning, spread the facts on the table and told Conan, chewing an orange and said: "In addition, there should be a round of arrests of moles in the Metropolitan Police Department recently. If you don't want to be Keep an eye on me, it’s best to hide secretly when you’re trying to break it.”
"...Is it because the bar that Tequila frequented was bombed?" Conan looked up at him after a brief silence.
"Judging from the news I've come across, this should be the trigger. The higher authorities have been trying to catch them for a long time, and this time they should be clearing out a lot of people at once."
Recalling the serious voice of Toshiro Odagiri, Uehara Katsumi made a bold prediction.
"Well, in the Uehara Police Department, do you know any friends in the medical field, the kind who have done research on Baigan wine?"
Seeing Uehara Katsumi being so frank, Conan no longer hid anything and said, "During your previous vacation, a high school detective from Osaka came to Tokyo to look for me, or to be precise, Kudo Shinichi.
"The result was that he couldn't find it, so he found Lan's house. Because I was suffering from a cold at the time, he poured me a glass of white dry wine and said it could relieve the cold. As a result, I became older afterwards. Unfortunately, I didn't get through it. How long did it take for my body to look like this again?"
When Conan mentioned this matter, a trace of bitterness flashed through his face.
From the initial ecstasy to the current loneliness, if he didn't have a good enough psychological endurance, it would be really difficult for him to withstand the gap caused by the failure of his hopes.
"A high school detective from Osaka? Give you a drink for free?"
"right."
"Please tell me your name and age so I can arrest him."
"Hmm okay-huh?"
Conan, who nodded subconsciously, came back to his senses in an instant, looked at the energetic Uehara Katsumi, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are quite law-abiding, Uehara Police Department."
"It should."
"His father is the boss of the Osaka police."
"What's wrong, boss? This is Tokyo, not Osaka."
Uehara Katsuki curled his lips and said very harshly: "Besides, shouldn't you ask your dad about doing this for nothing?"
"Asked, they are investigating."
Conan sighed: "I just think it is necessary to tell you about this matter. After all, apart from my father, mother and Dr. Ali, you are the only one who knows my true identity.
“However, I didn’t expect your focus to be so strange.
"Based on your previous personality, I thought you would let me drink another Baigan change on the spot to show you."
"What are you looking at? Are you watching you grow bigger and smaller and lie rolling on the ground, wailing?"
Uehara Katsuki shrugged: "First of all, I have no interest in rubbing salt in people's wounds. Secondly, I have a confidentiality requirement, understand?"
After hearing this, Conan lowered his head slightly, a bright light appeared on his lenses, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise: "Ah, I'll do the breaking, and you get the bonus, right?"
"Not bad, very good."
Katsuki Uehara was very satisfied. Isn't Kudo Shinichi very discerning?
"Okay, let's go, that's all. Don't delay the relationship between Zuoto and me if you have nothing to do in the future."
"Wait a minute, Uehara Police Department."
"Um?"
"Thanks."
Uehara Katsumi, whose hand fell on the doorknob, did not pause at all, did not respond, just waved his hand with his back to Conan, who was standing sideways and stared at him, and walked out of the lounge.
The busy office area is in full swing.
Katsumi Uehara, who was as comfortable as a fish in water, rejoined the group, chatting here and there, teasing Miwako Sato from time to time, and being beaten passively.
Conan, who was leaning against the door of the lounge, just stared at his happy back, and for some reason he felt a sense of peace of mind.
Maybe... it wouldn't be a bad thing for him to know?
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