"Dr. Agasa?"
Sato Miwako frowned, she was really impressed by this name. However, she didn't remember any interaction between Uehara Katsumi and that kind Dr. Mediterranean. At most, she sent him a fruit basket as a thank you after being discharged from the hospital.
"Yes, that's him. It may be hard for you to imagine that there is such a person in this world who can go beyond ordinary people's imagination——"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you mean, you asked a person from the scientific community to create a transmitter and a tracker without permission? Or is it something that spans the ages?"
The tip of her pink tongue licked her slightly dry lips. Miwako Sato, who had read the police manual three hundred times, frowned into high eyebrows.
In fact, the man who was asked was instantly blocked. While blinking and pretending to be innocent, he subconsciously pinched the rose-red underwear in his hand: "This shouldn't be... not a crime, right? It's not used as a crime."
"What do you think?"
"If you ask me, this is police-civilian cooperation. And this thing is not what I want to develop, I just picked up a ready-made one and use it."
Miwako Sato's expression became even weirder: "Just pick it up off the shelf?"
"Ahem, don't worry about these details Zuotou. In short, you just need to know that Dr. Agasa did not create these gadgets for the purpose of committing crimes."
"Of course I believe you, but the question is, after the report is handed in, do you think the big shots will believe our inferences?"
"Actually, we don't have to write it."
"?"
"Look at Sato, there are only you and me here now." Uehara Katsumi raised his finger and pointed at Sato, and then pointed at himself: "Then how to write the report, isn't it just the two of us who will discuss it? Dr. Li has done us such a great favor with this thing, and I can’t let him live an uneasy life in his later years, right?"
"Then how are you going to explain this to the higher ups?"
Walking in front of the man, the woman reached out and took off the glasses on his face and placed them on the bridge of her nose. She stared at the red dots on the lens map. Her right index finger also tapped the hidden button on the frame from time to time. It's like playing with some science fiction product.
Seeing this, Uehara Katsumi thought seriously for a moment: "Am I born with a quick mind?"
Miwako Sato, who was wearing glasses, immediately glanced sideways at him: "Hmm?"
"Then I have an informant who provided the information - ah no, I don't have an informant." Katsuki Uehara bared his teeth, rubbed his chin and immediately changed his tune.
He had only been in the third department for a year. Except for holidays, he spent nearly two-thirds of his working time without leaving the Metropolitan Police Office Building. There was an informant from Mao.
"The consequences of being lazy." Miwako Sato stopped playing with her glasses and took them off with a smile on her lips: "You are lucky, I have quite a few informants."
"Really?" Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows: "Lend me one? Will I return it to you another day?"
"no problem."
Handing the glasses back to the man, Miwako Sato subconsciously glanced at the underwear still held in his left hand: "How do you feel?"
"Pretty big."
Shaking her underwear, Katsuki Uehara smiled unabated: "Don't tell me, if no one comes to make trouble, I'm really looking forward to whether she will fuck me at night, and whether I will be able to keep my integrity like a jade is like a god." It’s a big problem.”….
"Are you quite proud?"
Miwako Sato casually took an evidence bag, took the underwear and sealed it inside. Miwako Sato said with a smile, "Should I let you continue the unfinished interrogation after I get it back?"
"It's not impossible. I'm the worst at refusing."
Putting on the tracking glasses with one hand, Katsuki Uehara's smile gradually turned a little sharp: "Now, it's time for us to be invited to attend this carnival party."
One minute later.
"Police Department! This is Sato, and one of my informants has discovered the traces of Chris Binyard! He is currently fleeing towards Okuho Town!"
……………………………………………
"boom!
"
Okuho Town, in a certain alley.
After simply knocking out a passerby whom he had seduced with his helmet, Belmode took off his jacket and trousers and put them on himself, and also changed into a pair of shoes.
Conan, who was hiding far away, was holding his skateboard in one hand and constantly adjusting the viewing distance of the tracking glasses with the other hand. It wasn't until he saw the target changing clothes and walking out of the alley that he took out his phone and opened the Katsuki Uehara’s number——
"Hello?"
"Uehara, where have you been?"
"We're not far from our destination. I looked at the map and stopped. Has she changed her clothes?"
"Ah, yes, she deliberately took a long way to Okuho Town for safety reasons. You are right. If I hadn't followed, even if you had a transmitter sewn into your suit, there would be nothing you could do."
Noticing that Belmod walked to a nearby parking lot to pry the door lock, and skillfully drove away a new car, Conan slowly put down his skateboard, assessed the distance, waited for a while, then stepped on the skateboard and started off: "She's here I randomly found a man near an alley in the suburbs of Okuho Town, knocked him unconscious and changed his clothes. Now the route seems to be going back to Miwa Town."
"Understood, follow me so you don't get discovered. If there are any changes, please notify me at any time. The police are currently passive. You are the only hope. Don't pull your hips and don't be impulsive."
"Understood, I will keep my distance from her. Oh, by the way, she changed into a passerby's white Mercedes-Benz, the license plate number is..."
After hanging up the phone, Conan, who was riding his skateboard, suppressed the excitement in his heart. After slowly exhaling, he hung far behind the target vehicle.
With the existence of tracking glasses, he can completely track at ultra-long distances.
At the same time, in the police car.
Miwako Sato who was driving the car saw her partner hanging up the phone and couldn't help but wonder: "Didn't you say you had no informant? Who is this?"
"Have you ever heard of Baker Street's Odd Fellows, Sato?" Katsuki Uehara, who was turning his phone around, turned to look out the window, caressing his chin with one hand, and chuckled.
"Baker Street? Who? Sherlock Holmes?" Miwako Sato didn't understand where this was going.
"The detective team that appears in the Sherlock Holmes series is composed of street children and has helped Sherlock Holmes a lot."
Fake young detective team: make up the number three;
The real boy detective team: Detective Conan.
Uehara Katsumi felt as if he had already grasped the instructions on how to use Conan correctly.
"Street child?"
Instinctively, Miwako Sato thought of Uehara Katsuna's background in an orphanage, opened her mouth, but ultimately did not continue to ask: "So, you are Sherlock Holmes?"
"How should I put it... I actually like Brother Quinn better." Seeing the route and address on the new email, Katsuki Uehara pouted: "Turn around at the next intersection, let's take a shortcut."
"Who are Brother Quinn?" Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows as she turned on her turn signal.
"you do not know?"
"Should I know?"
"Next time you come to my house, I'll give you some extra lessons."
squeak!
What responded to Katsuki Uehara was Miwako Sato's sudden sudden drift of her foot.
The wheels of the car were almost smoking on the road, but the man still didn't look uncomfortable at all.
Nearly two hours later, after taking countless detours, Belmode finally returned to the organization's stronghold where Gin and others were. .
Dreamless sleep
