Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 185 Miwako Sato’s Driving Manual
Haruhiko Kousaka held onto the police car door and looked around.

There were police officers everywhere, both in uniform and not, as well as heavily armed men wearing combat uniforms similar to those of the Special Mobile Force.

Police cars were parked everywhere, and the flashing red and blue lights made the road in front of the building as bright as day.

Haruhiko looked around but couldn't find any trace of Sato Miwako.

Could it be that he was called in for questioning by his superior?
This makes sense when you think about it. There were only two first witnesses, him and Miwako. He was knocked unconscious by the female police officer. If the senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department wanted to obtain more detailed first-hand information, they would have to ask Miwako.

At this time, Haruhiko noticed an inconspicuous car parked at the outermost edge of the police cordon.

After the door opened, several middle-aged men in windbreakers got out of the car. Their faces were stern and their brows were furrowed, as if they were troubled by something very troublesome.

The group walked straight towards the scene. When they were intercepted, the tall man in the lead just lowered his head and whispered a few words before letting the other party pass.

After passing through the blockade, these people walked directly towards the highest-ranking officer on the scene.

Haruhiko looked at this group of people who came with ill intentions, and felt vaguely curious about their identities.

He always felt that one of the guys wearing glasses looked very much like Yuya Kazami.

Could it be someone under Amuro Toru's command?

Haruhiko thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he decided to wait for Miwako to come back and ask her.

At this time, a gust of wind blew.

The wind was still a little chilly at night, and the cold air that poured into his nasal cavity caused his nose to ache again, and the soreness was very uncomfortable.

Meiwako is such a scoundrel that she has no sense of restraint. I'm going to teach her a lesson once this is over.

Haruhiko thought as he walked towards the ambulance, wanting to find a doctor to get some painkillers. From a distance, he heard Xiaolan and Kisaki Eri arguing, and there was a uniformed police officer next to them.

"How can you be okay? Your face is swollen." Xiaolan argued.

Eri Kisaki sat on the edge of the open trunk of the ambulance, her hands clenched tightly together on her thighs, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on her face.

The police officer was holding a notebook and was probably recording a statement.

When Xiaolan saw Haruhiko coming over, she suddenly became dispirited and lost the courage she had to argue with him.

Kisaki Eri's expression also became a little strange. She lowered her head and looked at her hand on her snow-white thigh without saying a word.

Instead, the unfamiliar police officer took the initiative to speak: "Kousaka-kun, this time it's all thanks to you."

Haruhiko didn't recognize him, but he must have met him during a previous operation. He smiled and said, "No, no, you guys still have to do the professional work. Are you encountering any difficulties?"

The unfamiliar officer explained, "Well, this woman had signs of abuse, but she couldn't recall the details. In that case, I can't take her statement as evidence."

"Forget it, it's not a serious injury." Hibiki Eri said, her voice had returned to calm, and that unquestionable tone was cultivated through years of career as a lawyer.

"How can I let it go?" Xiaolan's eyes widened. "Mom, your face is swollen, and your thighs are also... In short, we must not let those people go."

Kisaki Eri pushed up her glasses and said, "Everyone who was arrested was injured. I'm not the only one injured. I'm sorry to bother you, officer. I don't have any information to provide at the moment."

Xiaolan turned her gaze towards Haruhiko angrily, as if seeking his approval.

Haruhiko touched his nose feeling a little guilty.

The police officer said goodbye and went to find other victims to record their statements.

Xiaolan looked at the slap mark on her mother's face and said viciously, "If I find out who that bastard is, I will definitely make him pay."

"Yeah, those people are so hateful." Haruhiko also echoed.

Kisaki Eri raised her head and glared at him angrily.

Their eyes met at the chest of Xiaolan's sports jacket that was bulging.

To be honest, this was the first time Haruhiko saw Kisaki Eri like this. Perhaps she felt a little embarrassed to talk about such a topic in front of Xiaolan, not to mention that Haruhiko, the culprit, was right in front of her.

She was a little playful and cute, as if she had returned to her previous confused and helpless state in an instant.

This also made Haruhiko subconsciously recall the feeling of his arm sinking into the abyss not long ago. His eyes fell on the plump peach of Kisaki Eri wrapped in her uniform.

I wonder who is better compared to Xiaolan?

At this time, Kisaki Eiri seemed to have seen through Haruhiko's inner thoughts. Her ears blushed and she said, "Lan, let's go back. I suddenly feel very tired."

"Ah... okay." Xiaolan helped Kisaki Eri stand up.

After saying goodbye to Haruhiko, the mother and daughter returned to their residence in a vehicle provided by the police.

Haruhiko took some painkillers and the pain in his nose was much better.

He asked several people before he found out the whereabouts of Sato Miwako.

Turning the corner of the building, Haruhiko saw Sato Miwako carrying an iron trash can with the heels of her high heels.

The loud noise echoed in the narrow alley.

When Haruhiko went over to ask, he found out that all the investigation structures and subsequent investigation powers had been forcibly transferred to Gongan's people.

No wonder Miwako was so angry.

But why did Amuro Toru and the others suddenly intervene in this matter? Haruhiko was a little confused.

Later, Inspector Megure came over and said a few words of comfort.

It was then that Haruhiko realized that in addition to taking over the scene, the group also questioned Miwako's law enforcement procedures and wanted to suspend her, but was suppressed by the bigwigs at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Brother Kosaka, I'm leaving Miwako in your care. Please comfort her." Officer Megure patted Haruhiko's shoulder and whispered, "There's a meeting later. If Miwako attends with an emotional state, she might cause trouble. Let her adjust as soon as possible."

Haruhiko nodded.

He then pulled Sato Miwako out of the police cordon and came to her beloved car.

The red Mazda was parked quietly on the side of the road. It was far away from the crime scene and no noisy sounds could be heard.

After getting in the car, Sato Miwako casually threw her police officer ID on the dashboard.

Haruhiko picked it up and looked at it, then smiled and said, "You look very young in this photo. When was it taken?"

In the photo, Sato Miwako looks very heroic, but she looks more immature and naive than she is now.

"A few years ago." Miwako was obviously still angry about being suspended. "Where are we going to eat?"

Haruhiko: "Take me for a race?"

"what?"

"If you're in a bad mood, you just have to vent it out. Speed ​​racing is a good choice. Let me experience the charm of the witch screaming in the fog." Haruhiko smiled and helped her fasten her seat belt, and gently helped her tidy up her messy hair.

Miwako looked at him deeply, and her dissatisfaction seemed to dissipate a little.

"I'm driving very fast, don't let yourself get scared and pass out."

"It's okay. If I'm really scared, I'll just lie on your legs." Haruhiko looked at her white and tender thighs exposed under the hem of her uniform skirt.

Miwako Sato glared at him and stepped hard on the accelerator with her black high-heeled shoes.

The red Mazda's engine roared deafeningly, and the car launched forward in an instant.

...

Sato Miwako's car was indeed very fast, but Haruhiko had experienced big events after all, so this was just a piece of cake for him.

The red Mazda finally stopped near a deserted beach.

After getting off the car, Miwako opened her arms and roared at the sea to vent her dissatisfaction and frustration.

Haruhiko could only stay by her side.

This kind of struggle and friction between internal forces within a country is something he cannot influence at all.

Things like that where a single sentence can make the Metropolitan Police Department boss come running over, probably only exist in novels.

Although Haruhiko is a time traveler, the power structure of this world seems to be more realistic. The best he can do now is to make officers of Inspector Megure's rank look at him differently, and this is the result of helping Inspector Megure solve cases many times.

Miwako roared at the sea for a while, and Haruhiko pulled her back to the car because he was worried that her voice would be hoarse.

"Do you have water in your car?" Haruhiko asked.

"Well, it's in the storage box in front of you." Miwako's voice was a little hoarse. She seemed a little hot, so she took off her uniform jacket.

The carriage was filled with her faint fragrance and the smell of sweat.

Haruhiko opened the storage box, took out some water and handed it to her, then reached out to take her suit jacket.

Ok?
Haruhiko's fingers touched something that looked like candy and he reached into his pocket. "Did you bring any gum? What flavor? I just needed something to eat."

"Wait! That is..." Miwako quickly stopped him.

But Qingyan had already taken the beautifully packaged rubber item out of his jacket pocket.

Haruhiko looked at the condom in his hand speechlessly: "Why do you carry this thing with you?"

"That..." Miwako blushed slightly, "That's the one you took away and gave back to me last time in Izu. I, I've been carrying it with me as a talisman."

Haruhiko's eyes widened. "How can you use this as a talisman?"

"No? I just like it!" Miwako felt a little embarrassed by what Haruhiko said, and finally she became angry out of shame.

It must be said that Miwako looked much prettier when angry. Her dense eyelashes fluttered, and her soft, glossy lips pouting slightly, which made Haruhiko's heart flutter. "By the way, you said you'd give me a reward after this, right?" Haruhiko kneaded the plastic wrapping with his fingertips.

Meiwazi's expression tensed, and she hugged her shoulders and hid back for a moment: "What do you want to do?"

Haruhiko tossed her the rubber object that looked like a chewing gum wrapper and gave her an ambiguous smile: "You just punched me, and my nose still hurts. How do you think I should punish you?"

Sato Miwako's face turned slightly red, obviously understanding what Haruhiko meant.

Haruhiko fixed his eyes on her long, round legs under her uniform skirt, and on her fair insteps exposed by her black shallow-mouth high heels, full of anticipation.

No matter what, I have managed to thwart the villain's conspiracy.

Although the result was not particularly satisfactory, his act of breaking into the enemy's nest alone was real.

It wouldn’t be excessive to collect some benefits afterwards, right?
However, due to the limitations of the environment and the fact that Miwako had to go back to a meeting soon, Haruhiko's expectation was actually just to massage Sato Miwako's feet.

But he never expected that Sato Miwako seemed to have misunderstood what he meant.

Miwako hesitated for a long time, as if she had made up her mind.

She brought the beautifully packaged object that Haruhiko had thrown to her, which looked like a single piece of chewing gum, to her lips.

Grab a corner of the gum wrapper with your teeth and gently tear it open.

Then he put the colorful transparent candy inside into his mouth.

Haruhiko raised his eyebrows: "W-What do you want to do?"

Sato Miwako glared at him in dissatisfaction, rushed over and pinched his waist hard.

Then he slowly lowered his head.

The cold white moonlight shines on the beach by the sea, and the fine grains of sand occasionally reflect a bright light like diamonds.

The wind at the seaside was very cold, and the waves hit the shore, sweeping a small crab ashore.

The little crab climbed up the beach curiously, came to a red car, and stood there in a daze.

The red car parked in place kept shaking, and from time to time a woman's sharp screams could be heard.

The little crab seemed unable to understand the strange behavior of humans. It just thought the mechanical monster in front of it was very interesting, so it climbed up the tire.

Miwako Sato only brought one piece of chewing gum, which was quickly used up by Haruhiko.

But now that it has already begun, Haruhiko will certainly not be satisfied so easily.

"If you dare to dirty my car, I will kill you." Sato Miwako threatened him by pressing her foot against his cheek.

Her soft little feet were covered in sweat from the exercise, and the strange fragrance was much stronger than usual. In addition, the soft soles of her feet rubbed against the tip of his nose...

"What should we do then?" Haruhiko grabbed her soft little feet and spoke incoherently.

"I don't care, you figure it out yourself." Meiko was as willful as a rebellious girl, not at all like the heroic female police officer she usually is.

She stretched her body as far as she could, and her other white bare foot passed over Haruhiko's shoulder and rested against the car window.

It swings back and forth like a windshield wiper, leaving streaks on the glass.

If someone were passing by at this moment, they would probably be scared to death by the scene in front of them, right?

"I've figured out a way," Haruhiko replied.

The voice just fell.

Miwako Sato's small toes, which were resting on the car window, curled up in an instant.

...

half an hour.

Haruhiko opened the car door and let the cool air from outside in to dispel the smell inside the car.

The wind at the seaside is a bit cool and the humidity is much higher than in the city.

Normally, you should not be exposed to this kind of wind immediately after sweating, as it is easy to get sick.

Fortunately, Sato Miwako was already dressed, and the uniform jacket wrapped her body perfectly.

"Asshole, who, who told you to do that?" Miwako complained while tidying her clothes.

"Didn't you tell me to figure it out myself? I'm just afraid of getting the car dirty." Haruhiko said innocently.

Just now, thanks to his sudden inspiration and efforts, although the fighting was as fierce as a local war, the car was clean and tidy as if it had just been cleaned.

"That can't be... can't, can't be that." Meiwazi said, "What if something happens?"

"It won't be such a coincidence, don't worry too much." Haruhiko grabbed Sato Miwako's little hand and comforted her.

Miwako Sato shook off Haruhiko's big hand and subconsciously put her hand on her lower abdomen.

The burning sensation in her lower abdomen just now, as if she had eaten chili peppers, made her feel that the bastard's words seemed unconvincing.

No, I have to stop by the pharmacy on the way.

This damn little bastard doesn't seem to be reliable at all in this regard.

But now it has come to this, there is no way to change people.

"Don't do that kind of thing without my permission in the future." Sato Miwako said with a stern face. She felt that she had to establish her authority in front of this guy.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." Haruhiko said with a smile, "By the way, although I've never seen you wear one, Sato-senpai should have a uniform at home, right?"

"Don't even think about it, you bastard!" Miwako instantly got furious. In order to hide her panic, she raised her leg and kicked Haruhiko in the face.

Haruhiko grabbed her ankles, thinking that you just said the same thing.

But in the end, didn't he just hold the police manual obediently in his mouth?

When Haruhiko thought of the scene at that time, a fire rose in his heart again.

He took off Sato Miwako's shoes and held her soft and delicate little feet in his hands and played with them.

"Like?" Meiwako looked at the intoxicated look on the other person's face, and her anger suddenly disappeared.

"Um……"

"Taste it?"

Haruhiko: "Not good, um...what are you doing?"

Since Sato Miwako came to him on her own initiative, Haruhiko naturally would not let her go. He immediately began to observe Sato Miwako's white and soft little feet closely.

After a while,

"Miwako." Haruhiko suddenly looked at her with a burning gaze.

Sato Miwako was startled: "What are you doing? I have to go back to the meeting."

"Again."

"I've already packed it up, it's too late."

Haruhiko looked disappointed.

Sato Miwako hesitated for a moment, and her white, shiny bare feet slid down Haruhiko's chest: "Use this, it just so happens that there's still your disgusting saliva on it."

Haruhiko turned around and closed the car door.

The narrow carriage was once again filled with the sweet scent of love.

"If you dare to dirty my car, I will kill you." Near the end, Sato Miwako repeated the threat.

But this time, Haruhiko really had no place to go.

In the end, I had no choice but to bend down and pick up the pair of black shallow-mouth high heels.

...

The red Mazda stopped in front of a bar in the downtown area.

Sato Miwako left him where he could get a taxi, rolled down the car window and said viciously, "You bastard, if you do something incomprehensible without my consent next time, I will never forgive you!"

Haruhiko smiled and waved goodbye, "Be careful when you walk, don't slip and fall."

Sato Miwako's cheeks flushed instantly, she rolled up the car window angrily and drove away.

The car was driving very fast, and the cold wind blowing in through the window blew her short black hair into a mess.

However, the feeling of stepping on the accelerator this time is indeed very different from before.

It's slippery and all that little bastard's stuff.

What a hateful guy!
But why does this feeling of being wrapped in him make me feel so safe?

Sato Miwako's mouth subconsciously curled up into a satisfied smile, and at the same time, her fair bare feet gently curled up, opened, curled up, and opened in her high heels...

Fully feeling Haruhiko's body temperature.

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