"Are you two crazy?"
Instinctively, Pramya turned her head and wanted to leave, but the voice from beside her was like a fishhook filled with stuffing, firmly catching her wanting to leave——
"If you just leave like this, you will definitely miss the opportunity to take revenge on the police officers who shot you in the arm."
The bandage wrapped around her arm extended to her neck. The short-haired Monáe Nahara smiled resolutely and stood there as if taunting her: "Are you sure you don't need our help? You have paid so many bombs and money in the early stage, are you willing to do so?" Give up?"
Pramya suddenly fell into silence.
As an internationally renowned bomber, she traveled around the world and once suffered humiliation in Tokyo, Japan. Five police officers not only prevented her custom bomb from detonating, but shot her in the shoulder.
Because taking out the bullet would cause her right hand to be completely disabled, she could only walk around the world dragging a partially disabled arm, so that her combat power has declined significantly compared to before.
"Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Ogihara died on the job in the bombing, and Hiroshi Date died in a car accident. Of the five policemen who brought you humiliation in the past, there are only two people named [Zero] and [Akage] left. .”
The man stroking the edge of his hat raised his head slightly and looked up at the bright starry sky. His tone was unclear whether it was emotion or sarcasm: "If you still want to find them, cooperation with us is the best solution."
"I want to cooperate with you, but I am definitely not seeking death."
Pramya's eyes darkened. Facing this man named Oikawa Kunihiko, she had to show corresponding respect: "Even if you want to blow up Tokyo Tower or the Metropolitan Police Department or even the Prime Minister of Japan, I don't care. But, You actually want to steal the explosives from the gunpowder magazine, which makes me wonder if there is something wrong with your brains."
The importance of a country's gunpowder arsenal is self-evident.
No one in their right mind would think of it, especially in Japan. If it attracts the attention of the US military stationed in Japan, everyone will stop playing.
Having been able to stir up troubles in the international community for so many years, Pramya is very clear about the bottom line of the American rogue leader's troops stationed in some countries.
She is only one person, even if you add these two people, there are only three people.
"Someone once said to me that Japan is a very outrageous country, even its gunpowder magazine is no exception." Oikawa Kunihiko took off his hat and showed a gentlemanly smile: "It turns out that after my investigation, , he is right.”
"Who told you?" Pramya felt wary.
Why is there a fourth person involved?
Isn't it the agreed-upon three-person team?
"Don't worry, he's just an insignificant policeman."
Oikawa Kunihiko, who saw through Pramya's vigilance, had a flash of nostalgia in his eyes: "We will not have any interaction with him."
"?"
Pramya was obviously still worried and asked: "Who?"
"Katsuki Uehara, a salary thief who only thinks about being a moth." Beside Pramya, short-haired Monáe Minamihara touched the bandage around her neck. Her eyes flickered, not knowing what she was thinking. .
Oikawa Kunihiko glanced at her and warned: "You'd better not appear in front of him, Nanyuan. We have nothing and are destined to die. He is not, he has his own life."
"Tsk, I know."
The woman "tsk", but didn't refute.
As he said, their lives were short-lived, and it was true that "God knows which comes first, tomorrow or the accident."
Maybe tomorrow when I wake up, all the organs in my body will fail rapidly, and even the medicine will not work.
"...Now that we've arrived in Japan, Oikawa Kunihiko, shouldn't you also tell me who the remaining two policemen are?"
After all, the desire for revenge gained the upper hand. Seeing that the two of them were so sure that the Dongyang Arsenal was not in danger, Pramya started her own bargaining: "I have been checking for so long, but I can only find [Feng Gu] and [Zhu Gu]. Fu] Two surnames, nothing else can be found."
"It's normal that you can't find it, because they are from the police just like Nan Yuan and I were." Oikawa Kunihiko grinned: "Otherwise, how could I dare to trade with you, right?"
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"Ah sneeze! Ouch!!!"
The next day, Uehara's house, bedroom.
Katsuki Uehara sneezed and shook his hands subconsciously. The moment he opened his left hand, it hit the bedside table with the alarm clock with a "bang". The pain caused him to instantly lose his sleepiness and his face turned red!
"hiss!"
Katsuki Uehara, whose facial features were distorted by the pain, quickly raised his left hand, which was still tied with a bow, and blew air on it with his lips pursed, his brows and eyes full of resentment——
People are alive, why do they have to go to work?
After looking at the time displayed on the alarm clock, the decadent Uehara Katsumi got up and yawned. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw a figure eating breakfast in the dining room, which made him freeze in place.
Perhaps thinking that he had seen it wrong, Uehara Katsumi raised his intact right hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Miwako?"
"Good morning, Katsuki. Let's take a shower and eat. My mother made it. I brought it here especially for you. After all, you have trouble with your hands."
Miwako Sato, who was chewing a rice ball, folded off the newspaper and greeted the man. Her eyes immediately fell on her boyfriend's left hand: "Is your hand okay? I can hear your screams through the door."
"It's something, something big." Katsuki Uehara said with a serious face, "I think I need to rest."
"Don't do this. The Megure Police Department specifically asked you not to be too idle during this period. During the internal cleaning and reorganization period, you must be more active and try to leave a good impression on others." Miwako Sato rolled her eyes at him. , urging him to wash up quickly.
"I wonder how the Megure Police Department changed its simple and honest image in the past and turned into a vicious capitalist who exploited me." After knowing clearly that there was no hope for his vacation, Uehara Katsumi's face fell, and he yawned and walked into the bathroom. The water in the faucet The water flowed gurglingly.
"Don't worry, the Mumu Police Department will not really squeeze you. You will just read the newspaper in the office and write the case report. This will be easy for you."
"...I'll write a hammer report to close the case. I don't have a case to close. The winery has been taken over by the police."
"Yes, you forgot that you reported the incident to the Nagato family last night yourself."
"..."
Depend on!
It was really a case I reported myself!
His sleep-drowsed thoughts gradually became clearer, and the corners of Katsuki Uehara's eyes twitched, unable to refute for a moment.
Forget it, let's find Conan. This case happens to be simple, so let him practice his skills and see how the closing report goes.
Uehara Katsumi, who had already found a way out for himself, suddenly felt relaxed. He ate the love breakfast specially sent by his girlfriend, followed her downstairs, and got into the passenger seat of the red Mazda under her tough statement.
"Before your hand gets better, I will come to pick you up and supervise you to change the dressing."
"I'm so touched, Miwako. I can't repay your kindness, so why don't you just pledge yourself to me?"
"Why don't you just be a cow and a horse?" Sato Miwako, who had been working together for a year and started the car, was more or less knowledgeable. She knew the result, but she still agreed with a smile on her face.
"Because you are beautiful." Katsumi Uehara, who was eating a soft rice ball, said confidently: "Oh, by the way, I will ask Auntie to add more salt when making it next time. This rice ball tastes a bit bland."
Miwako Sato glanced at her: "I made these rice balls."
"I just don't have much appetite. This bland one is just right. As expected, it's still Miwako, you know me."
"..."
Miwako Sato shook her head helplessly, and then as if she thought of something, she turned to him and said, "Oh, by the way, don't eat too much, otherwise you will not look good on camera if you burp later."
"Photogenic? What photogenic?"
"For such a big thing as the Metropolitan Police Department being bombed, we have only briefly responded to the outside world before. Now it is almost time to hold a formal press conference, but don't worry, you only need to sit with me and chime in twice, show your face and say A few words of report will do.”
"???Why didn't anyone tell me this before?"
"Because you are theoretically not eligible to attend this press conference. Minister Odagiri fought hard for you. The notice was just issued this morning. The Megure Police Department notified me in advance for you to prepare."
Toshiro Odagiri, thank you.
Katsuki Uehara rolled his eyes.
How come one or two of his bosses in this class still like him?
So, at nine o'clock in the morning, the daily news channel was sold.
"Next, let's ask Katsuki Uehara from the Investigation Section 1 of the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Division to tell you about the relevant case process..."
Wearing an elegant green suit, Uehara Katsumi had a ponytail, his left hand was bandaged, and he held a press release in his right hand. His handsome face appeared on the TV screens of thousands of households as the Metropolitan Police Department’s press conference was broadcast live——
"Our police will never let go of this group of gangsters. Based on the confession records of tainted witnesses, the police are confident that they will eliminate the remaining power of this group of gangsters in Tokyo within three weeks and protect the safety of citizens..."
At the press conference, Katsumi Uehara performed perfectly while looking at the camera and talking.
In an apartment in Tokyo, Pramya glanced at Uehara on the screen with a strange look, and then turned his gaze to Oikawa Kunihiko and Minamihara Monáe who were stunned in place: "Is this the insignificant little policeman you are talking about?"
Oikawa Kunihiko: "..."
Nahara Monáe: "..."
ps: Fortunately, my roommate accompanied me to and from the hospital for the past two days, so I had to have intravenous injections for two more days. I was sad...
ps2: In the past few days, Qidian has been able to post chapter chapters and comments, but I can’t see them. It will probably return to normal in two days.
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Recommend books and care for seedlings.
I am an old friend who I met when I was writing Kamen Rider fan fiction on a post forum in high school. He also wrote about case flow. Can you guys help me share his reading data? After all, it’s not easy to start a new book~
Book title: "Police: I Can Pause Time"
Introduction: My name is Weng Jiran, I am 26 years old and I come from the earth three hundred years ago.
After being dug out of the coffin, I was deceived into marriage by a woman and was heavily in debt. Currently, I make a living by writing and have a wide range of hobbies.
So far, I have published a number of series of joking history books about the 21st century, which are quite popular in the market and have received rave reviews.
To be honest, this job can be said to come easily to me, because I am convinced that no one in this era understands the history of the 21st century before the Cataclysm better than me, so I am looking for a transformation.
Then I was approached by the police.
The reason was that they believed that I was using book transportation channels to help others smuggle illegal drugs and was suspected of murder, and asked me to assist in the investigation.
I was startled, and then breathed a sigh of relief: I thought the secret of my ability to pause time had been exposed.
…
Yes, ever since I was dug out of the coffin by my ex-wife, I have discovered that I have a special ability——
I can pause time.
Although it's only three seconds.
(End of chapter)
