Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

"Yes...it's me..."

0. Requesting flowers.......

"I can't believe it really is you! I'm so lucky to run into such a famous person here."

James Black was incredibly excited, just like a fan.

Yukiko gave a reserved smile, but a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

He said it out loud:

She is no longer the Baroness of the Night.

The divorce was not made public, but she knew that it would eventually come out and the news would shock the world.

However, she no longer cared about any of this. What was meant to happen had already happened, and dwelling on it was pointless.

after that……

James Black thanked Conan and his friends profusely, then decided to treat them to dinner before heading to the parking lot to get his car.

But when he arrived at the parking lot, the police came to his door, saying that the car he rented was a stolen car and they wanted him to assist in the investigation.

James Black was taken away by two plainclothes officers and a police officer. When he got to the police car, he discovered that the three of them were not real police officers, so he was forcibly taken into the car, but he left clues behind.

Conan and his friends waited for James Black for a long time, then went to the parking lot to look for him...

Later, witnesses informed them that the man had been taken away by the police. On the way to the road where the police had gone, they found clues he had left behind, and it was finally confirmed that he had been kidnapped by fake police officers.

Conan analyzed the reason and concluded that the kidnappers might have mistaken him for the wealthy Randy Hawke.

Later, because Ayumi had shown the detective badge to James Black and he forgot to return it, Conan used the locator on the badge to find out that Black was heading towards the Tsuburaya River on the central avenue.

Having obtained this crucial clue, he immediately informed Inspector Megure.

But Inspector Megure wasn't there; it was Miwako Sato who answered the phone.

Sato Miwako was also surprised to learn of this, and immediately took action after confirming that it was not a joke.

The next thing I did was call Osamu Shiraishi.

Everything just matches the previous points, but this particular incident seems like a coincidence, though it's unclear whether it's truly a coincidence.

Chapter 0237: Yumi Loves Gossip

Shiraishi Osamu's side.

Just as he expected.

In three minutes, he arrived at Central Avenue.

There was indeed a car accident here. Traffic police were directing traffic on the straight road, and a long line of cars stretched out in an unknown direction.

Yumi Miyamoto had already received a notification from Miwako Sato and was discreetly walking past cars, looking for vehicles carrying foreigners.

She glanced at Shiraishi Xiu, who was running towards her from a distance, and said with a smile:

"Officer Shiraishi, Miwako asked you to help her, so you'd better do your best!"

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no criminal can escape from my sight."

"Hehe, I hope so. By the way, what do you think about me being the child's godmother?"

"Uh..." 460

Shiraishi Osamu didn't understand why the topic had shifted to this, and was indeed a little confused. He didn't know how to answer, so after thinking for a moment, he decided to just brush it off for now:

"That won't work. My biological mother hasn't agreed yet, so my godmother is unlikely to come forward."

"Can't you make the decision?" Miyamoto Yumi was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

"You two are best friends. You can just tell her directly, why ask me?"

"Officer Shiraishi, are you afraid of Miwako?"

"You can't say that. I'm not afraid of her at all. The main thing is that she has a baby in her belly, so I usually give in to her during her pregnancy. If she accidentally disturbs the fetus, it will be the baby in her belly that suffers."

Wow? He really is a good husband.

"Ugh……"

Shiraishi Xiu sighed heavily, walking with her past each car, observing the interiors, and continued:

"As a good friend, I think you must know her temper. If I hadn't been accommodating to her, she might have already had a miscarriage."

"...That is indeed the case."

"Yes, I really can't afford to mess with this woman right now."

Osamu Shiraishi is also about to become a father for the first time, so he is quite concerned about this unborn baby.

It's fine if it's a boy, but it's just as good for a girl. Anyway, he's not the kind of man who favors boys over girls.

Yumi Miyamoto glanced down at the car next to her, and after confirming there was no problem, she got into the second car from the back and joked:

"I've heard that violent women tend to be especially gentle during pregnancy. Have you ever been taken care of gently?"

Shiraishi Osamu had also heard such words, but he didn't know who had told him them; he just couldn't quite remember who it was.

However, he could also see at this moment that women without boyfriends were different. Just like that woman, Kuriyama Midori, they loved to gossip and were always thinking about all sorts of random things. He really didn't know what to say.

But one thing seems to be true: Sato Miwako has indeed become much gentler since becoming pregnant. When you tease her a little, she'll whine like a normal girl, which is quite endearing.

His thoughts began to drift away, bringing back some fond memories.

He coughed lightly, regaining his composure, and said:

"Hey Yumi, what was the meaning behind that note you wrote last time? Did you want to see us argue?"

"Hehe, it's too late to talk about this now. We can't dwell on the past."

"Hehe...you have no idea how much trouble I got into that night. Anyway, thank you for stirring things up. I sincerely thank you. Thank you—Miyamoto Yumi!"

Shiraishi Xiu lowered his head.

He was practically gritting his teeth as he said this. If it weren't for the fact that they were on the street, surrounded by rows of cars filled with people, he might have taught this woman a lesson today. She was just too despicable.

Miyamoto Yumi waved her hand dismissively, as if she had done something major:

"It's nothing, just a small matter. I was just testing your relationship. Now it seems that your relationship is really good."

"Thank you so much for your kindness. How about I treat you to a judo dojo another day? Miwako loves places like that, and we can try some shoulder throws together."

"Oh, don't be so stingy."

"Hehe..." Shiraishi Xiu chuckled sinisterly.

Yumi Miyamoto shuddered, involuntarily sniffing the air, and said to the driver of the car next to her:

"Uncle, how much have you drunk?"

"I...I didn't drink it..."

"Uncle, let me tell you something. There was a drunk driver who said something similar, but he got into a rear-end collision, got into a huge argument with the other driver, and even started punching him. After he sobered up, he had to kneel down and apologize, begging the other driver to settle things privately. Just imagine how embarrassing that would be!"

Cold sweat began to trickle down the driver's forehead. He sobered up instantly and decisively got out of the car to sober up.

Bai Shixiu watched her actions with surprise and said:

"Is this how you usually are?"

"No, it depends on the person. If they can listen, that's great; if they can't, then there's nothing I can do, and they shouldn't blame me."

After Miyamoto Yumi finished speaking, she proudly raised her head and puffed out her chest.

Bai Shixiu said irritably:

"Don't change the subject, let's continue what we were doing. You think this will solve everything? You're too naive."

"I have Miwako backing me up, you wouldn't dare touch me."

"Just kidding...I...I..."

Shiraishi Osamu hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Looking at Miyamoto Yumi's smiling face, he felt only helplessness; she had indeed been right.

With Sato Miwako supporting his 3.9-inch waist, he really didn't dare to do anything to her.

"Hey..." Miyamoto Yumi leaned close to Shiraishi Osamu's ear and whispered, "Have they already stopped taking this route? After all, it's so congested here, and with our unit guarding the area, the kidnappers shouldn't be that stupid, right?"

Bai Shixiu, inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from her, subtly took a small step back: "It's hard to say. It's still early. They might already be stuck in this massive traffic jam. If they were to drive out separately, they might actually attract our attention."

"Oh, do you have a gun on you?"

"I brought it. Don't worry, it will protect your safety."

"Then I entrust my safety to you."

Shiraishi Osamu nodded, then suddenly looked into the distance and noticed a police car squeezed into the long convoy of cars.

Chapter 0238: Yumi's Embarrassment

In the long convoy.

The presence of a police car in the middle does indeed look a bit out of place.

Osamu Shiraishi glanced at Yumi Miyamoto beside him, took her hand, shook it, winked at her, and headed towards the police car.

Yumi Miyamoto was taken aback. She glanced at Osamu Shiraishi, then at the police car. She wasn't stupid; she immediately understood. A wary look appeared in her eyes, and she walked towards the police car.

Inside the police car.

The two brothers covered James Black's head with a towel, obscuring his foreign face and hair, while simultaneously pressing a gun against his lower back.

As the driver, Lao San, watched Shiraishi Osamu and Miyamoto Yumi approach, he felt incredibly uneasy. He forced himself to remain calm, otherwise, if they were exposed, he would be finished.

The boss, with a calm and collected expression, addressed Bai Shixiu as he approached, "Sir, are you a police officer?"

Osamu Shiraishi nodded. Although he wasn't wearing a police uniform, he was patrolling with Yumi Miyamoto, who was in a police uniform. Anyone would know that he must be a policeman.

"Did you encounter any difficulties?" Yumi Miyamoto came over at this time, looking curiously into the car.

The second brother said with a wry smile, "I just wanted to ask if we could go through first? We need to finish the on-site evidence search of the guy next to me before dark."

Shiraishi Osamu glanced at James Black, who was keeping his head down and hiding his face, and said casually, "Which department are you from? I don't think I've seen you before!"

"Uh...we..."

The second brother hesitated, his hidden pistol almost ready to be used, but after glancing at his surroundings, he was at a loss for what to do and broke out in a cold sweat.