"Shinichi, why haven't you gone back yet? What time is it?"
"Stay a little longer, doctor, I can't go back now. The report hasn't been finished yet. These things can't be written at school or at Xiaolan's house..."
"What did you say??"
Mihua Town, the home of Dr. Ali.
Dr. Ali, who came back after opening the door with a cardboard box in his arms, saw that Conan was still writing furiously on the coffee table in the living room, with an obviously surprised look on his face.
Subconsciously, I moved closer to him and took a look. It was a police-style... closing report? ?
"Shinichi, how did you-"
"Edogawa-san and the police officer named Uehara Katsumi reached a certain shady deal in private, and helping to write the case report was the price he had to pay."
On the other side of the sofa in the living room, Haihara Ai, whose left leg was resting on her right leg, was holding a fashion magazine in both hands and helping Dr. A Li answer questions without raising her head.
"To correct it, I only need to help him write the closing report for the cases that I am involved in."
Conan flicked the ballpoint pen and glanced sideways at the woman, the girl, and tried his best to defend himself: "He still has to write about the cases I didn't participate in."
Dr. Ali, who put the carton in his hand on the coffee table, subconsciously said: "Then Shinichiro will die from exhaustion?"
Conan: "..."
Haibara Ai, who was still looking at the fashion magazine, had a somewhat surprised look on her face when she heard what Dr. Agasa said, and her slightly strange eyes immediately fell on the silent Edogawa Conan.
"Doctor, what's in this box?"
Conan, who was hesitant to speak, finally changed the topic and his eyes fell on the cardboard box.
"Oh, this is the letter in your mailbox. After all, Yuzu and the others are abroad now, and you are like this, so I can only help you get it back. I originally said that you should pick it up after school tomorrow afternoon. Came here to take a look.”
As expected, Dr. Ali, whose attention was instantly diverted, patted the cardboard and replied cheerfully.
Conan, who was bald after writing the case report and was in urgent need of a brain change, immediately pulled the cardboard box in front of him and dumped all the letters stored in it on the coffee table.
Haibara Ai glanced over with a slightly curious look. The envelope was all addressed to Kudo Yusaku.
"Hmph, it seems that the so-called high school detectives are not very well-known."
Noticing this, Haiyuan Ai had an unknown smile on her lips. Conan, who was already unhappy with her living in Dr. A Li's house, became even more unhappy now.
However, the fact is here, no matter in terms of popularity or the craziness of fans writing letters, he is far behind his father.
Um?
Conan, who was unhappily picking up the letter, immediately noticed a letter signed "Kudo Shinichi's Personal Letter", and the name was... Moritani Teiji?
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"Moritani Teiji? Are you sure?"
The next day, the Metropolitan Police searched the first section and forcibly broke into the temporary office area of the third department.
Katsuki Uehara, who limped out of the toilet, had just returned to his work station when he heard an explosive news——
Because the damage caused by the gin bomb was too serious, the construction team found that it could not be saved after so many days of rescue work and reported the news to the police——
The three floors, including the floor where the original three-series office area was located, had to be redesigned and started from scratch. Police senior officials agreed and released the list to the public. The person who took over this order was none other than the famous Japanese architect Teiji Moritani.
Just very confused.
"No, isn't Moritani Teiji an architect? Why would he want to join in the fun of an interior design? Does the Metropolitan Police Department have too much money and no place to spend it, so why should we find a reason to spend a large sum of money?"
Rubbing his numb thighs, Uehara Katsumi moved into the three-series core small group discussion group with his hand on the corner of the workstation table and speculated maliciously.
Miwako Sato glanced at her boyfriend's appearance and calmly used her right foot to hook a chair and put it under his butt: "Strictly speaking, it is indeed architectural design. After all, the outer walls were blown up. It’s lucky that the load-bearing wall didn’t collapse.”
"Sato is right, and this is an order from the Metropolitan Police Building. It's normal for Moritani Teiji to want to take it."
Chiba, who was eating breakfast, stuffed his hands with sushi and added vaguely: "Of course, it's mainly because of you, Uehara."
"because I?"
With a natural look on his face, Katsumi Uehara reached his girlfriend's desk next door and took a piece of sushi. He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Did I offend him?"
"No, I feel like he wants to take this opportunity to invite you to a banquet he is hosting."
Renzaburo Shiratori, who was born in a consortium, chuckled lightly, raised his hand to flip his unique hairstyle, and said firmly: "After all, everyone now knows that you, Katsumi Uehara, are the star of the Search Division.
"An order for the Metropolitan Police Building suddenly appeared on the market. It was about a search lesson. It was expected that he would take it."
"Really? If that's the case, then I think he will most likely be very disappointed."
Uehara Katsuki, who was chewing sushi, had an unexplained smile on his face: "Maybe knowing me will become the thing he regrets most in his life."
Everyone present knew him well and thought he was saying that the so-called friendship was empty talk. Moritani Teiji would definitely regret the time and energy he wasted on him in the future, so no one took him seriously.
"Speaking of which, where is Takagi? Why don't you see him? Are you late? You shouldn't be."
"Do you think everyone is as lazy as you? Takagi received a report just after he arrived in the morning, and went out with the Megure Police Department, saying that an entrepreneur was killed at home."
"Tsk, being an entrepreneur in Tokyo is really dangerous."
Hearing that another entrepreneur had been killed, Uehara Katsumi smashed his mouth a few times and sighed with emotion: "Is this another case reported by Kogoro Mori?"
Chiba shook his head: "Not this time, the reporter claimed to be the nanny of the president."
"Ring ring ring!"
While several people were discussing, the mobile phone in Katsuki Uehara's pocket suddenly rang, interrupting the conversation between them——
Surprised as to who was looking for him at this point, Uehara Katsumi took out his cell phone from his pocket, looked at the unfamiliar number, frowned and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
A slightly magnetic baritone voice came from the receiver of the phone: "Excuse me, is this the Uehara Police Department from the Investigation Section 1?"
"I am Uehara. Who are you?"
"Hello Uehara Police Department, my name is Moritani Teiji, and I am an architect. I am currently taking over the renovation project of the Metropolitan Police Department building, so I wanted to ask everyone in the third department about the layout of the new office area. Are there any special requirements?”
ps: Wuhu, it’s done~
There will be more tomorrow~
Set the bowl~
(End of chapter)
