The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1447 Is it proper to send someone home?
Fujino's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. His expression was first one of bewilderment, then surprise, then confusion, and finally a blank stare in disbelief.

"No, auntie, what did you say?"

"As long as you're bold enough, policewomen can take maternity leave?"

"And this policewoman is none other than Sister Sato?"

"No, who did this... You're saying I did it?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! I've never even touched that older sister Sato, how could I be so bold as to get her pregnant?"

"Don't spread rumors, okay? I'm still a purebred male chef, okay!"

"What kind of outrageous claim is this?"

Fujino raised his hand, took a deep breath to calm himself down, feeling as if his worldview had been subjected to some absurd shock.

As we all know, you reap what you sow; without seeds, there is no flowering or fruiting.
However, Fujino thought for a moment and said, "This old lady Vermouth heard the rumors at the Metropolitan Police Department, which means they came from there."

"How could such an outrageous rumor spread from the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Wait, maternity leave? Could it be that the few days of leave I requested for Sister Sato were misunderstood?"

Fujino thought about it and felt that it was possible. After all, that's how rumors are; the more they spread, the more outrageous they become.

Who knows, the conversation might go from him helping Sato get leave to him causing Sato to take leave, and eventually it might become that he was the reason Sato took maternity leave.

"However, this matter is a little troublesome..."

"How do you explain this?"

"The Metropolitan Police Department must be buzzing with the news. Sato is on vacation now, so she probably doesn't know anything about it, but what if she goes back to work?"

"Uh, I guess he'll die."

"She killed him, or rather, she beat him to death by a group of vicious detectives in the Metropolitan Police Department who treated her like a daughter and a goddess."

"Never mind, I'm not the one who has to face this issue first anyway."

After recovering slightly from the shock of the news that he might inexplicably become a father, Fujino chose to simply give up and pretend nothing had happened.

Then, speechless, he looked at Vermouth in front of him and couldn't help but complain:
"Next time something so outrageous happens, please explain it clearly, okay? If I didn't know I was still an innocent young man, I would have thought I had become a father unexpectedly."

"..."

Vermouth glanced at Fujino, her expression clearly conveying: You think I'd believe your nonsense?

She chuckled softly, a cigarette dangling from her lips, "Men really do all talk the same way."

"What do you mean, 'like'?"

"Everyone says they're an innocent young man."

"I am."

Fujino crossed his arms, his face remaining calm and composed.

Vermouth sneered inwardly, thinking: If it weren't for how weak you looked and your weird reaction, I would have actually believed it.

Bah! They're eating from one bowl while eyeing another.

Sooner or later someone will chop it up with a machete.

Looking at the disdainful look in the old woman's eyes, Fujino felt as if he was being looked down upon by her.

Okay, without even trying to feel it, that look definitely conveys a sense of disdain.

Okay, let's get back to business...

This old lady doesn't do anything productive all day long.

It's true, older women like this, who still have their charm, seem to enjoy making these pointless jokes about young men the older they get.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense." Fujino threw his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomped on it twice. "Make preparations for your identity matter, and come with me to the Metropolitan Police Department for a meeting later."

"What identity should I adopt?" Vermouth asked, puzzled.

Fujino simply replied, "You can prepare whatever identity you want. You're familiar with this kind of thing."

“I mean, why am I preparing an identity?” Vermouth asked, her words slightly muffled, “You’re not really planning to take me to a place where there are tons of police from all over the country, are you?”

"why not?"

"You kid..."

Vermouth bit her cigarette butt, feeling that the other person had somewhat tricked her.

She believed that her disguise skills were quite good, and she was not flustered at all even when facing the police.

However, is it appropriate for a member of a criminal organization to disguise himself as a police officer and go to a place like the Metropolitan Police Department for a meeting?

She felt a little uncomfortable.

But thinking about it, the feeling of committing this crime right now is indeed quite exciting.

"Alright, you should know the exact time. Come over when you have your identity sorted out... Oh, and remember not to bring any guns or anything."

Fujino didn't give the old lady a chance to react. He stood up, said a few words, and left the scene.

Vermouth watched the other person's decisive departure, bit her cigarette butt, spat it out, and looked resentful.
"I really owe you something, kid..."

…………

Miwako Sato is an assistant inspector in the Violent Crimes Investigation Division 3 of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. She is usually in charge of various robbery and murder cases.

As a woman, she is a relatively rare species in the Criminal Investigation Department. Most women who join the Metropolitan Police Department choose clerical work, or some leisure positions, or traffic police.

But she was different. She chose to become a criminal police officer voluntarily. Her father was also a criminal police officer, so she became one as well.

The work of a criminal investigator is extremely busy, and for her, who is a police inspector, this is even more so. As a junior officer in the police department, she has to go to crime scenes every day to handle various murder cases. After handling the murder cases, she also has to write reports and process various case documents.

Various creative murder cases occur in Tokyo every day.

As a criminal police officer, she was naturally always busy. Basically, before she could finish one case, another one would be assigned to her.

Having served as a police inspector for so many years, Miwako Sato has long been accustomed to this non-stop work life, only occasionally feeling a bit of a headache.

She didn't find going to crime scenes to handle murder cases particularly tiring; it was just some physical labor.

The most difficult part is writing reports; those things really take a lot of brainpower.

Miwako Sato has adapted to this rhythm, but her body doesn't seem to have adapted yet.

After working non-stop for more than a week, she was knocked out by a cup of inexplicable black tea.

When she woke up, she found that a young junior she admired had appeared in her home.

After a series of social misunderstandings, the junior colleague asked for seven days off.

Sato Miwako felt a little sorry for her seven-day vacation, after all, it was paid vacation that she had painstakingly saved up little by little, and she only had a few days of it a year.

But since she had already invited them, she couldn't really complain.

And so, Inspector Sato Miwako began her long-awaited mini-vacation.

She indulged in all the things she usually wouldn't bother with on her days off, like shopping and other activities, and even had a great time with her best friend, Yumi Miyamoto from her transportation class.

You see, she rarely has the chance to go out with her best friend, Yumi. The traffic department's work is quite relaxed, but the criminal investigation department's work section is anything but.

After relaxing with her best friend, Sato Miwako suddenly thought of her young junior colleague.

"Well, after all, they took care of me, so I should treat them to a meal or a shopping trip or something."

"That doesn't count as a date!"

With that thought in mind, Sato Miwako ran to the house of her junior, Fujino.

Then, I learned from Akemi that Fujino had gone out to handle the request.

Sato Miwako was slightly disappointed upon hearing this: "I'm on vacation, and you've already started getting busy. I've never seen you so busy before!"

After grumbling to herself, she had nothing more to say and could only leave dejectedly, inviting her best friend out again, planning to go see her again tomorrow.

Then when they went to their door the next day, it was the same.

She felt a little resentful, and then immediately dragged her best friend out to play again.

When they visited again, it was the same thing.

Her best friend didn't have a vacation, so she could only wander around Tokyo by herself.

She drove alone to a commercial street in Tokyo and strolled around the streets by herself. Sometimes she thought that being alone was quite boring.

Work, rest, work, rest, working non-stop, with only the occasional outing with my best friend. It seems a bit too simple.

Looking at the group of young couples around her, she couldn't help but think: They seem to be quite fulfilled. She wondered when she would be able to squeeze out some time during her free time to find someone she likes and waste time together like them.

If Matsuda Jinpei hadn't gotten into that mess back then... there's no "maybe." Sato Miwako knows very well that once someone leaves, they're gone forever and will never come back.

Instead of dwelling on it and tormenting yourself with constant recollection, it's better to keep it in your heart.

Just remember that you were here.

Sato Miwako thought about it and didn't know what to say. She was an old woman, and she still needed Fujino, a junior, to give her advice. She felt like she had lived in vain.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself, realizing that at her age, she still didn't understand this matter as well as some young people.

But upon closer reflection, compared to her junior, Sato Miwako felt that although Fujino usually acted like a younger man, he didn't actually have any childlike qualities.

Sometimes he even uses the reversed Heavenly Stems to make fun of himself.

She felt that she was a junior compared to the other person.

"Forget it, I'd better just enjoy this vacation that my junior applied for!"

"Speaking of which, let's go take a look at some nicer suits, and casual clothes while we're at it."

"To be honest, I've been wearing these for quite a while now. When that kid looks me up and down, his eyes always scan me. It seems like he prefers the look of business attire..."

Remembering the way her juniors looked at her, Sato Miwako headed straight for the shopping street and went to a business attire store she didn't usually frequent, intending to dress herself up nicely.

After picking out several outfits she liked at the clothing store, Sato Miwako splurged on a rare treat.

Fortunately, after serving as a police inspector for several years, she had saved up quite a bit of money, so buying things like a few sets of clothes was still a breeze for her.

"We're quite wealthy!"

Sato Miwako looked at her bank card balance and gave a silly smile.

She originally planned to invite her best friend to come and give her some advice on buying clothes, but considering her usual personality, she figured if she told her best friend, her friend would probably start asking all sorts of irrelevant questions.

That big mouth will soon have the news of her buying new clothes spread far and wide.

It eventually turned into a bizarre misunderstanding.

The next day, Sato Miwako changed into her newly bought clothes and went to her junior's house.

After making some inquiries, I discovered that he hadn't returned yet.

This made Sato Miwako a little unable to hold back.

"Nothing usually happens to you, so you just ran off during my few days off, right?"

"That kid, I'll teach him a lesson when I get the chance..."

"But, is this kid deliberately avoiding me?"

Sato Miwako was initially very resentful, and she pursed her lips, a sense of dissatisfaction rising in her heart.

Just thinking about the ridiculous things I did and said when I had a fever a few days ago, when I was delirious with fever, makes me want to lie on the ground, cover my face, roll around in embarrassment, and let out a series of regretful howls.

Then I couldn't help but think that the other person was avoiding me because of this.

Feeling helpless, she could only give up in frustration.

Considering how embarrassing the situation was, Sato Miwako, who always felt she was a bit slow-witted, realized that she had been slow-witted this time as well.

So she gave up the idea of ​​inviting the younger generation to go out together, drove her own car back to her hometown, and stayed with her mother for a few days.

Miwako Sato remembers that her mother took on all the responsibilities after her father died.

Her hometown holds warm memories of her family of three, but ever since her father passed away, whenever Sato Miwako thinks of those memories, she feels a sudden, inexplicable pang of pain in her heart.

Ultimately, her hometown was still a safe haven, and even with painful memories, it still offered her moments of peace.

Whenever I lie in my old room, I subconsciously stop thinking about anything.

After spending a few days in her hometown, Sato Miwako felt much better and her temper had eased a bit.

My mindset has become a little more open, and my mood has become much more stable.

She also knows that she is indeed a bit impulsive in her daily life, but that's because she's been working non-stop!

Working overtime every day to write reports, inspect crime scenes, and stay up all night...

No wonder he has a bad personality!
She felt that she was fundamentally a gentle girl, not a shrew at all.

After resting, the holiday is almost over.

Sato Miwako planned to visit Fujino's house again to see if he had returned, and invite him out for dinner or a late-night movie to ease the awkwardness of what happened a few days ago.

Then, she heard the news that Fujino had taken that young lady named Ooka Momiji home.

She waited for a while, and then it was eight or nine o'clock.

She left Snow King Ice City with a smile on her face, then got into her car, her face immediately darkening.

You're only going to spend two or three hours dropping someone off, right?

Is it proper to send someone home?!

Did you go on a date?

Sato Miwako was in a bad mood. She thought about how she had dressed up carefully, only to have her chance snatched away in the end, and her fiery temper flared up.

She sat in the car for a while, sulking, and after her mood gradually calmed down, she calmed down after a moment of thought.

She scratched her head and sighed, "Why should I worry about what young people are doing going out on dates?"

(End of this chapter)